“Yo,” Breaker's voice said into his phone, his eyes turning suddenly to look at me and I swear I saw regret there as he watched me struggle to bring back control. And then his face went hard. All the softness left his eyes and they became ice. “Shoot?”
The last dregs of desire got shoved away as I flew upward, wrapping my arms around my calves and trying to overhear the talking on the other end of the phone. Breaker's eyes were still on mine, but somehow not seeing me.
“Where are you?”
“How are you calling me then?”
“Why?”
“He there?”
“Stop trying to piss them off and give me the details, man.”
Piss them off? Why would Shooter be trying to piss off Lex's guys?
“Negotiate what?”
Negotiate? Why would he want to negotiate? Did he know that we were working together? What we were doing? Was he going to try to convince Breaker to hand me over?
My eyes flew to the laptop, still up on the forum. No response. But that wasn't surprising. It was too soon. My eyes went back to Breaker's.
“You gonna be there?”
Breaker snorted, rolling his eyes.
“Alright. Two hours. See you then.”
“Yeah?”
Breaker's eyes seemed to refocus on me suddenly, taking my face in like he was seeing me for the first time.
“I know.”
And then he pulled the phone from his ear and shoved it back in his pocket.
I took a deep breath, feeling like it made my insides shaky as it moved down. “That was Shooter?”
“Yeah.”
“We need to go meet with Lex,” I said, hoping the fear didn't seep into my words.
“Yeah, doll.”
“Okay,” I said, hugging my knees to my chest tighter.
Breaker saw the motion and his eyes softened again, letting out his held breath. Then he did the strangest thing. He leaned downward toward my knee, watching me, and bit into it.
“Hopefully we get a chance to finish what we started,” he said, resting his head on my knee. “If not... it'd be a fuckin' shame. You got the tightest fuckin' cunt I've ever felt.”
Okay.
So he said that.
And I felt another whole body shiver course through me.
Breaker caught it and sighed.
“I need to get dressed,” I said numbly, watching him.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “In the old clothes,” he said unnecessarily.
My hand went to my suddenly very wobbly belly. “I wish I hadn't eaten that,” I said, looking over at the food on the table.
Breaker's hand slid down my calf, landing on my ankle, and squeezing. “I'd like to say that everything is going to be okay...” he started.
“It's okay,” I said, shaking my head.
He had no words of comfort because there were none.
There was no way to ease the nerves.
Because there was no possible positive outcome to the situation.
I was going to be dead. Soon. One way or another.
Grimly, I uncurled from myself. There was no use delaying the inevitable I guessed. I reached down for the tee Breaker had pulled off of me and slipped back into it quickly before I made my way back to the bathroom where my old pajamas were still piled on the floor.
Through this, Breaker said nothing.
His eyes didn't even follow me.
I knew this because when I turned to close the door, I caught sight of him, bent forward so his elbows were on his knees, staring at the laptop like it held all the answers.
But it didn't.
And now it never would.NineBreakerThe second I had her straddling my lap, I knew she was gonna be trouble. Not because, well, she already fuckin' was in more ways than one, but because I wanted her too much too soon. And it wasn't the hollow 'that'll do' that I felt for random bar sluts or chicks I ran across on the town. No, it was different. Stronger somehow. It wasn't just an itch to scratch. I wanted to fuck her seven ways to fuckin' Sunday then twice more just for good measure.
Maybe a part of it had to do with how she reacted. How responsive her body was to every little touch. It was like she was constantly teetering on the edge of a soul-crushing orgasm. And fuck if I didn't want to be a part of that. To feel it around my fingers, around my cock, to hear her scream my name, dig her nails into my back.
Yeah. Fuckin' trouble.
I ignored the cell ringing in my pocket while I listened to her moan and felt her writhe, more interested in getting her off than the phone I always picked up by the second ring. But when it stopped, then started up the second time, well... it had to be important.
I sat back, watching her snap her legs closed and fight to steady her breathing, her body shaking slightly in the unfulfilled need. Had to say it didn't exactly hurt my pride to see her like that, but fuck if I didn't want to throw the phone across the room and dive back between her thighs and finish her off.
That was, until I answered the call.
“Yo.”
“You know it's rude to screen your calls these days, man. Unless you're balls deep in some good pussy,” Shooter's voice said through the phone, his tone as casual as ever.
“Shoot?”
At this, a dry laugh. “Who the fuck else would be calling?”
“Where are you?”
When he spoke, his nonchalance was so strong you could practically hear a shrug in his voice, “Same place I've been for the past week. Some shit basement with no wifi, man.”
I fought the urge to snort. “How are you calling me then?”
“Lex wants a meeting,” he said, his tone a little more clipped. He paused as if weighing the next words. “With you and the girl.”
Fuck. Great.
“Why?”
“Think I'm privy to that information, man?” he asked, making it sound like he had been trying to get more. Good old Shoot. Always with his head in the game even when he was being used as a bargaining chip.
“He there?” I asked, wondering how far I could push questioning him.
“No. Just one of his lackeys. Limp Dick Rick or somethin',” he said and I could practically see him smirking at the man in question. “You know how much these fuckers like their nicknames,” he went on and I heard the distinct sound of fist hitting skin followed by the whooshing of air out of Shoot's mouth. No groan. No sign of pain. Then a chuckle. He was a crazy fuck.