Broken Hill Havoc (Broken Hill High Series 5)

I can’t look away. Not from the heat in his eyes and certainly not from the way his lips come down on me.

How the hell does he do this?

One hand on my breast, squeezing and shooting pleasure right through my body, another hand between my legs with his fingers slowly pushing in and out, rubbing and massaging against every wall I have, and his tongue. Oh, dear god, his tongue running over my clit as though he’s never going to have my body again.

Pure ecstasy.

But nothing, nothing, is better than watching the heated desire within his eyes combined with the way he’s working my body.

I haven’t even come yet and I’m ready to reward him with a medal or two. No. He deserves more than that. An island? A jet? No, that still doesn’t seem enough. I’ll settle for just giving him me. Every ounce of my pleasure is all his. Whatever he wants, it’s his.

My body begins to shudder beneath him and I curl my fingers into his hair, letting him know I’m close, but I don’t need to, he knows my body. With one more trace of his tongue over that sensitive bundle of nerves, I scream out his name.

I feel his smile against me but he doesn’t stop there. He lets me ride out my orgasm until I’m completely out of breath.

And just when I think it’s all over, he starts the process again, but this time, I can’t resist his body. After all, my man deserves to be rewarded for his hard work.

Nate ducks back down to my lady bits and I sit up, stopping him from entering the promised land. I put my fingers under his chin and lift. He comes up before me with a question in his eyes, wondering what it is that I need, but when I press my hand into his chest and push him onto the bed, it becomes startlingly clear.

“You had your fun,” I tell him, licking my lips. “Now, it’s my turn.”

Three orgasms and an hour later, we crash down to the bed, both of us completely and utterly exhausted. “Shit,” he gasps, grabbing me around the waist and pulling me into his side.

My head comes down on his chest and I hear the heavy thump of his racing heart. “Wow.”

“Yeah,” Nate agrees, twining his arm around my body until he has a firm grip on my ass. He gives it a good squeeze. “How’s that headache now?”

I grin up at him. “What headache?”

He laughs and I rub a hand over my eyes. I should really have a shower, but Nate hasn’t left me a shred of energy to move, not after all that. I mean he rocked my body in ways that I’ve never even imagined before.

A yawn rips from my body and I snuggle in tighter. “Go to sleep, babe,” he murmurs. “You’ve had a big day.”

“But-”

“No. You can catch up on your studying over the weekend. For now, sleep.”

I let out a sigh. I don’t know how he does it, but one second, I’m ready to fight him tooth and nail, and the next, my eyes are closing as I drift into the most peaceful sleep I’ve had all week.

Chapter 14

I pull up at Jackson’s place and look up at the big house with a cringe. This is classified as one of the many football houses that the team rents from the college. Parties are held here nearly every week and I, to be honest, I am a little terrified of what could be found inside this house. I mean, the floors would be sticky with spilled alcohol, there would be DNA splashed over every available surface, and depending on what kind of guys there are on the team, there’s probably the occasional drug here and there.

I mean, you wouldn’t want to walk into this place with a blue light.

A shiver runs through me just thinking about it.

It’s a Sunday afternoon so I’m pretty confident that everyone who was partying here last night should be gone. Jackson is an early riser after a big party, especially when he has a hangover so I don’t doubt he’ll be up. I can’t guarantee what kind of state he’ll be in though.

But then, I guess it doesn’t matter. After all, I’m not here to see him.

I get out of my car and make my way up to the big house, hoping I’m not about to walk into an orgy. You know, you can never be too prepared for what you could see in a place like this. Though, I guess it would be worse in a frat house. At least the football team has something to lose if they get caught doing stupid shit.

I don’t bother knocking, knowing that no matter how long I stand here, nobody is going to bother coming to open the door.