Page 83 of Little Broken Pieces

“Sure, I promise,” I say, fully intent on keeping a safe distance between us.

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ALEX

It’s still dark when I hear the rustle of Kohen's clothes being packed away. He was supposed to do it last night, but we ended up fucking a few times.

“Don't go,” I say sleepily.

I see his silhouette moving around the room as he whispers, “I wish I didn’t have to go, baby, but I have to.” I groan in disagreement. The bed dips where he sits next to me, pulling the covers off of my naked body.

“Kohen, it's cold,” I say, the complaint sounding a bit whiny. “Why do you always do that?” I turn to face him and can’t see his face in the dark, so I reach out and touch where I think his cheek would be. Instead, I meet his lips and he kisses the pads of my fingers.

“I do it because I like it. I want to see and feel your beautiful body before I go.”

“Okay, but I hate it,” I lie, secretly it makes me giddy inside. I love the way he worships my body.

“No, you don’t.” He states as a smack lands on my thigh from his hand. It doesn’t stop there as he grabs and gropes at my ass and hips. I yip at the little pressure and pinches he applies all over, followed by his lips. He kisses and sucks the soft parts of my flesh he loves.

“Kohen, stop it. You’re making it harder on both of us.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll stop but I’m going to miss sleeping next to this sexy body for two weeks.”

“Two weeks?” I sit up. “I didn’t know it was going to be two weeks.” I’m frowning but he can’t see me.

“I’m sorry, Angel, it’s not easy I know but this is my life. My dream.”

Guilt washes over me. If it was me following my dreams, I would want support and understanding so I shift gears and do just that. “I know, handsome. I don't want you to feel bad. I completely understand and support you, I’ll be a good… Olympic girlfriend?” He laughs. “I’m serious, like basketball wives but better!”

He kisses my hair. “You’re fucking perfect, Alex Monroe.''

“Stoppp,” I say, pulling the covers to my chin.

“What?” he asks. “You only like it when I say you’re my perfect little slut?”

My mouth waters and my pussy throbs. I know we can’t have sex right now because he has to leave but, damnit, does he turn me on. “Yes, I love it.”

“Oh, I know you do, Angel, and I bet your pussy is getting all juicy for me right now. I’m sorry I can’t take care of it.” The blanket shifts and his warm fingers find my naked pussy, spreading my lips apart so he can feel the wetness he knew was there. “Mmmm, just like I thought, filthy. Little. Slut.”

I moan as he begins to kiss me. “Stop, Kohen.” I hate to say it, but he has to leave. I don't want to be the reason he’s late.

He removes his fingers and I hear the sound of him tasting me on them. “So fucking delicious, baby.”

I’m blushing and suddenly so thankful he can’t see me. I get out of bed and pick up one of his shirts off the dresser. He’s so tall that it reaches mid-thigh. I inhale the scent surrounding me as I put it on, knowing I won’t have him for two weeks.

“I got to go, Angel. Walk me out?” I grab my purse and keys. I don't want to be here without him. “You’re leaving? You can stay here, just walk me to the door.”

“No, I don't want to be here without you. X is downstairs and it's mostly guys here. I don't feel comfortable.”

The light from the moon hits him as he stands near the door now. “You’re right, good idea. I thought if you were here it would be better because I would know you're safe but with X here, I don't want him to pressure you into hanging out or anything.”

“I agree. See? Same page! Look at us doing this boyfriend-girlfriend thing.” I move towards him and slip on my sandals so we can get downstairs. He shuts the door behind us and we make our way down the stairs. The buzz of his door locks behind us. His damn smart house freaks me out. It’s like it knows we are leaving. We get to the front door and lights are shining through the glass panels of the front of the house. “Shit, my dad’s here.”

I stare up at him and a small smile plays on his lips apologetically. “I’m a big girl, I’ll be fine.” I tiptoe to kiss him and he places a soft kiss on my forehead. What the hell? Why wouldn’t he kiss me?

He opens the door, leading me outside. His dad opens the door to his Mercedes Benz and starts to walk over. “Is that you Kohen Lee?” His voice is a deep baritone that shakes my nerves.

“Yeah, Dad I’ll be right there.” The nervous tone of his voice shocks me. He always sounds so confident when he speaks. Is his dad that much of an asshole?

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