Break Me

When I reach out and grab his hand like it’s a lifeline; he sighs.

“Jason, something’s changed,” I say quietly.

“Everything has changed,” he agrees.

“Will it always be this way?”

“I hope so.” His eyes narrow. “Are we okay?”

“Yes.” I sigh, realizing I’m being ridiculous and knowing I am trying to redirect this nervous energy.

“Talk to me.” He grips my elbow. “Look at me when you do.”

“I miss you.” I keep my eyes closed, but I raise my chin.

“I need the words, Lo.”

I shake my head.

“Lo. Talk. To. Me,” he says in a voice I have missed, one that makes my body come to life. “I’m not a mind reader here.”

I open my eyes and stare into his, heat against heat.

He steps toward me and raises my arms, resting them on his shoulders. “You need this now?”

“I always do,” I say with my lip quivering. “But if you don’t—”

His lips crash into mine, and I open my mouth to his. His tongue caresses mine, and he grips my hips, pulling me snugly against him. I feel his erection against my stomach as he devours my mouth.

He pulls back and hikes my dress up slowly as he looks down at me. “You think I haven’t craved this?”

I shrug.

“Angel, it’s been hell lying next to you every night. I have been giving you time, space—”

“I didn’t want it. I wanted you.”

He lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around him while he unbuttons his pants, pushes my panties to the side, and rubs himself against my opening.

“It’s gonna be fast.”

“Please.” I push against him.

He thrusts upward, and I cry out.

“Fuck,” he groans, pivoting his hips as he pushes in farther, walking us toward the kitchen island.

As soon as my ass hits the granite, he thrusts in and out of me, holding nothing back, not being cautious or going easy. He is giving me exactly what I need, and I quickly fall apart, connected to him.

When we walk into our home with my grandparents, he watches them as they appraise his home—our home. He carries their bags to the spare bedroom, and I look at my grandmother, whose arm has been wrapped around my waist since we got out of the car.

“So, this boy . . . ?”

“Jason.” I nod and look at her.

“Do you love this Jason?”

“I do, and he loves me, too.” I smile.

“And he’s the one . . .” She pauses.

“He saved me.” My voice cracks, and I clear my throat. “He loves me. I feel safe with him.”

“Then we love him, too.” She smiles. “Very much.”

I look up and see him stop dead in his tracks when he hears her. He takes in a deep breath and swallows hard.

“Jason,” my grandfather says, extending his hand. “I don’t know how we can ever repay you.”

“No need.” He nods. “I would do anything for her.”

My grandmother sobs into her hands. “We should have been here.”

“I should have come with you. I should have left—”

Jason is at my side, holding my head against his chest. “No, you were both where you were supposed to be, and the assholes responsible are behind fucking bars.”

“Come home with us now,” my grandmother cries, and Jason tenses. “Come home with us.”

“My home is with Jason. But I promise I won’t hide from you or push you away anymore.” I reach out and hug her.

“And we promise, if you try, we won’t let you. I wasn’t strong enough then,” my grandmother says, wrapping her arms around Jason and me. “I am so sorry, Lorraine.”

As we lie in bed that night after quietly making love, Jason asks me, “What ties do you have to this place?”

“You,” I answer honestly.

“I’m ready for a change if you are.” He looks down at me. “Nothing is holding me here. If you wanna leave this hellhole, I’m with you every step of the way. I love you, Lo. I love you so much.”

Epilogue

Three months later

She is on her back in the entryway with her dress bunched up around her waist. Her panties are on the floor beside us. I carried her across the threshold to our new home in Ormond Beach, Florida, before laying her down and breaking our home in right.

Lifting her legs onto my shoulders, I drop my head to her pussy and lick her outer lips before parting them and rolling my tongue over her nub as I tease her opening. She rocks her hips, wanting more. When she cries out my name, I lean back and release my cock, sliding into her.

“Couldn’t make it any farther, huh?” she says breathlessly while I’m not holding back.

“Fuck no,” I say with a smile before crashing my mouth onto hers. I taste the mint she ate earlier, and her pussy juices mix with the taste in the most delicious way. I break away and growl against her ear. “Angel, I’m just getting started.”