Broken but Breathing (Jinx Tattoos 2)

“You keep this up, I’m going to come in my pants.”

Her eyelids lifted, and her brown eyes smoldered. The wicked smile that graced her lips made him moan.

“Is it wrong that I find that thought appealing?”

Her impish playfulness made his heart sing.

“You challenging me?” he asked.

She tilted her head to the side. “Maybe.”

He tightened his hold on her and thrust up. “You want to see who comes first? Or you want to let me inside that tight pussy? I know you’re wet, I can smell it from here. Clothes off now, sweet girl.” They were a clumsy rush of movement as they stripped down and he put on a condom. She lowered herself onto him and loved him slowly. Sinking down and lifting as she flexed her muscles. He sucked her breast into his mouth, massaging its twin as he worshipped her with his mouth. He bit down on the stiff peak. She cried out and gripped him tighter. So his woman liked a bit of pain with her pleasure. He accompanied his next nibble with a soft slap to her ass.

“Oh yes,” she breathed.

Her throaty response made his balls tighten. She dropped down hard, and he thrust up, helping her lift and lower as he continued to devour her breasts. They found a rough rhythm that had her convulsing around him. His balls drew up, and he erupted.

He rested his head in the valley of her breasts as he came down. “Love you sweet girl.”

“Love you, too,” she murmured.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Estelle

As she finished another load of laundry, Es realized just how bare her apartment felt. She rarely stayed here, and the barren landscape she once used to punish herself saddened her. For too long she’d fed into her guilt; keeping her friends at bay until they gave up, living in this tiny one bedroom with only the basics. It had all been steps to keep her numb to life because she felt it was what she deserved. The road she’d left behind was dark. She could see that now as she entered into the light.

A knock came. Right on time. She opened the door and hugged Jolene tight.

“I am so glad you’re here.”

“Well, hello to you, too,” Jolene said with a laugh.

They stepped inside and Es closed the door. “Talking to you on the phone isn’t the same as seeing you all the time.”

“I know, Miss third shift working woman.” Jole paused, cocking her head to the side. “Oh my God. You slept with him.”

Es jumped. “What?”

“It’s all over your face! You look so good, happy, and relaxed. Girl, I know a sex glow when I see one. You’ve been getting dicked down on the regular.”

Her face burned like she’d been eating spicy peppers. “Umm.”

“Oh, come on. You can’t be dating that delicious-looking man and not dish,” Jole said, placing her hands on her hips.

“It’s so good.”

Jole clapped her hands together. “I knew it.”

“It’s not a technique thing, though he scores a ten in that department, it’s an emotional bond. I never thought I would be able to feel this again. I was closed off for so long, it became my normal. He took the time to chip away at my ice barrier, and now it’s like molten lava.”

“Lava is good,” Jole remarked.

“It’s intense, which is horrifying, but I wouldn’t stop it if I could. This is the most alive I’ve felt since the tornado decimated my entire life.”

“Wow.”

“What?”