The Game That Breaks Us (Us 3)

“Did I hurt you?” he asks, worried.

I shake my head.

He rubs his fingers harder and I nearly black out from the pleasure. I come around him, my fingers digging into his arms, and when I come back down to Earth I see that I’ve bitten his shoulder.

Oops.

Bennett doesn’t look upset, though. Instead, he looks even more turned on than he was before.

He moves a little faster and bends to kiss me. He growls into my ne

ck when he comes and then rolls off of me before his weight can crush me. He surprises me by reaching for me and holding my body against his side. I hook my leg over his and we both try to gather our breaths.

As my senses come back I can’t believe that really just happened, but I don’t regret it.

Not at all.

“Are you okay?” he asks me a few minutes later when he’s caught his breath.

I nod, burrowing my head into the space where his neck meets his shoulder. His hand rests on my thigh and he circles his thumb there. He kisses my forehead tenderly before sitting up and leaving me in the bed.

I can’t move. My limbs have turned to Jell-O.

He moves around the room but I’m too tired to turn my head and see what he’s doing. He comes back a minute later with one of his t-shirts and coaxes me into a sitting position. He puts the shirt on me and climbs into bed beside me, pulling the covers over us.

“Are you hungry?” he asks. I shake my head and he chuckles. “Are you still speechless?” I nod and he cups my cheek, turning me to look at him. “It’s not because you’re upset, is it?” He sounds worried now.

I shake my head. “Just tired.”

He chuckles and kisses the end of my nose. “Get some sleep, sweetheart.”

I do, and it’s the best sleep I’ve ever had.

I hold Grace’s hand the entire six-hour drive from the hotel to her house. I don’t know how last night changes things, I don’t really want to think about it and complicate everything, but for now, I’m content to just let things be.

Grace looks out the window, her dark hair curling around her shoulders and dressed in a skirt and blouse. She’s beautiful. The most beautiful girl I’ve ever met—inside and out.

“We’re almost there,” she says, and it’s unnecessary since I know that too thanks to my navigation system. She sounds worried, though. She’s been unusually quiet, and I hope to God it’s not because she regrets having sex with me. I’d never forgive myself.

“Are you okay?” I ask her and immediately cringe. She’s probably ready to duct tape my mouth shut for asking that question so many times.

“Fine.” She gives me a small smile, but it does nothing to alleviate my worries.

“Grace,” I probe, but she quickly shuts me down.

“I’m fine, Bennett.”

My teeth grind together. She’s most definitely not fine. I might be a guy, but I’m not an idiot, and I know when someone’s upset. We’re five minutes away from her house, definitely not enough time for a decent conversation, and they know we’re due there in a few minutes since she sent them a text. In other words, I can’t pull over and demand she talk to me. I’ll have to try to corner her later.

We pull into the driveway of a large two-story home. It’s decorated for the holidays with lights and greenery and what looks like Santa’s legs sticking out of the chimney.

Grace looks at me sheepishly. “My dad goes all out for Christmas.”

“Not your mom?” I ask.

“She likes the holidays, but my dad’s a bit … eccentric. It’s all or nothing with him.”

“Gotcha.” I nod, undoing my belt.