Break Me (Shattered) Page 7

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  Stirring awake, I rolled over. With my eyes still closed, I ran a hand over the spot beside me and frowned when I realized it was empty.

  I opened my eyes and turned onto my back. Sighing, I sat up and groaned, my muscles hurting and twitching in all the right places. Smiling to myself, I removed the covers and headed to the bathroom. As I approached the closed door, I heard Sebastian talking to someone.

  “Listen, asshole…”

  I frowned, placing my hand on the doorknob.

  “No, I won’t stay away from her.”

  Was he talking about me?

  “You can’t fucking tell me what to do. I don’t care who you are… No, Jose hasn’t called me.”

  If he wasn’t talking to Jose, then who was he talking to?

  “He called her? No, I had no idea.”

  Oh, shit.

  “Whatever, asshole. I’m sure she’ll tell me. Hey, you watch what you say about… Fuck you… You can fucking go to hell.”

  I jumped as something hit the door. A moment later, the shower started running.

  I tentatively opened the door and walked into the bathroom. Slowly closing it behind me, I leaned against the door. I could see Sebastian’s large form behind the clear curtain. The air became thick with condensation, and I headed to the shower. I pulled back the curtain and stepped into the tub behind him.

  His beautiful back was to me, hard and strong. Tattoos roamed down his naked torso, and scars marred his skin. What happened to him?

  I stepped up to him and placed my hand on his back, gently running my fingers over the raised flesh. He tensed at first under my touch.

  I placed my other hand on his arm.

  He reached over and grabbed it, bringing it to his lips, kissing my knuckles.

  I leaned into him, resting my head against his back, letting the water wash over me.

  “Jose called you.”

  I sighed. “Yeah, he did. I meant to tell you. I’m so sorry.”

  He rose to his full height and turned around, facing me.

  I looked up into his dark eyes. “Sebastian…”

  “You don’t need to apologize. Just…” He placed a hand on my cheek, and I leaned into it. “Just next time, tell me.”

  “But…”

  “Little one, trust me. You don’t know who you’re dealing with.”

  “Okay. Who was on the phone?”

  Surprise marked his features, and then he hid it by grabbing the shampoo. “No one important.”

  “Okay, but…”

  He paused before bringing his hands to his hair. “Little one, just drop it.”

  “Fine.” I turned and pulled back the curtain.

  “Where are you going?”

  I looked back at him, trying not to stare at the soap running down his hard chest and abs.

  “You don’t have to leave,” he added.

  I chewed on my bottom lip. “I…I just feel like you’re keeping something from me, and I’m really dumb for saying that ’cause it’s not like I’m your girlfriend or anything, but I guess…I guess I just worry for you.” I took a deep breath.

  His eyes searched my face, and he took a step toward me. Pinching my chin, he ran his thumb over my bottom lip. “You’re worried for me?”

  I rolled my eyes and huffed. “Yes, all right? Jose scares the shit out of me, and I don’t know who the hell was on the phone, but whoever it was, I seriously want to kick his ass for making you mad and ruining the mood.”

  Sebastian chuckled lightly. “Oh, little one, he didn’t ruin the mood.” He placed a soft kiss on my lips.

  I sighed against his mouth.

  He looked down at me. “But there are things that I can’t tell you, and I need you to be patient with me. Also, you are not fucking dumb, so don’t ever say that.”

  “Sebastian, I…”

  “Please.” His eyes pleaded with me.

  “Fine, I’ll be patient. I’m sorry for being such a…”

  His mouth slammed on mine, tongue diving between my lips. He grabbed my hands and pushed me up against the shower wall and lifted me. His mouth continued to move against mine as I wrapped my legs around his hips.

  I moaned against his mouth when his hand dug into my ass.

  Curling his fingers in mine, I cried out as he entered me.

  I tightened my thighs around him as he continued to thrust into me.

  He held onto my hips, quickening his movements. His mouth moved from my lips down to my neck.

  Placing my hands on his shoulders, I squeezed and dug my fingers into his hard flesh.

  His head rested on my shoulder, his breathing coming out in short gasps. Lifting me up and down on his cock, he fucked me against the cool tiled wall.

  “Oh, Sebastian.” I cried out as an orgasm shook from my middle. Scratching his back, I slammed my head against the wall as the intense explosion bubbled up from my core.

  I wrapped my hands around his neck and moaned when he shuddered against me, having his own release. “Fuck, little one.” He moaned, slowing his hips.

  “Um…thank you?”

  He chuckled and looked down at me. “I think I should be thanking you.”

  My cheeks warmed, and I smiled up at him.

  He placed me on my feet and continued his shower.

  I leaned against the wall and licked my lips, watching him.

  He paused. “You need to stop looking at me like that.”

  I giggled. “Why?”

  He grabbed my hand and pulled me to him, placing it on his already semihard cock.

  My eyes widened. He was bigger than I had thought.

  “That’s…” His breath hitched as I moved my hand, wrapping it around him. “Fuck.”

  I kissed his chest as I lowered my hand around his cock. Moving to his nipple, I took the bud into my mouth and ran my tongue around the metal barbell.

  A deep groan came from the back of his throat as his hand moved to my nape, fisting my hair between his fingers.

  I ran my thumb over the head of his cock and gasped when he tugged my hair back, forcing me to look up at him.

  “Little one, think you can handle me fucking you again?” he asked in a husky voice.

  Licking my lips, I moaned. “Oh, yes.”

  ***

  An hour later we finally emerged from the shower, both satiated and satisfied.

  As Sebastian got dressed, I ran lotion over my legs. “I never thought that a woman rubbing lotion on herself would be so fucking hot.”

  I giggled and slowly ran my hands back down my legs, spreading the lotion on myself.

  “God, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

  I held out the lotion bottle and looked up at him innocently. “Can you lotion my back, please?”

  His eyes blazed, but then he shook his head. “Nope, I can’t.”

  I pouted.

  He chuckled and took a step toward me. Placing a soft kiss on my lips, he leaned down to my ear and cupped my ass. “If I start rubbing lotion on your back, then I will never leave.” He ran a tongue up my ear, igniting shivers in my back.

  “And that’s a bad thing because?” I purred.

  He laughed. “It’s not a bad thing, trust me, but do you really want to spend the day inside?”

  “Uh…if we do what we’ve been doing for the last couple of hours, then yes.”

  He laughed and shook his head. “You’re worse than a guy.”

  I smacked his arm. “Well, it’s your fault, you know.”

  He feigned shock. “My fault?”

  “Um…yeah. If you wouldn’t have kissed me in the alley…”

  Sebastian placed a kiss on my shoulder. “Yeah?”

  I swallowed. “Then I…”

  “Then you what?” he asked, trailing kisses up my neck.

  “I wouldn’t have just had the best sex of my life,” I quickly blurted.

  He lifted his head, a smug grin spread on his face, and he pulled me into an embrace. “Oh, yes you
would have.”

  I frowned and looked up at him, wrapping my hands around his waist. “Really?”

  He grabbed my chin and brushed his lips over mine. “I wouldn’t have been able to stay away from you, little one. Even if I wouldn’t have um…grabbed you in the alley, I would have found some way to get your attention.”

  “Well, you definitely got my attention.” I ran my hands up his back.

  “That was the goal, baby. But best sex, huh?”

  I sighed. “Oh, hell yeah.”

  He laughed. Squeezing my ass, he pulled me against him.

  “Oh, shit.” I gasped, remembering that I forgot to call Keisha, and released myself from his grip.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I have to call Keisha.” I ran to my phone and turned on the screen. Five text messages and two missed calls. I dialed her number. I hoped she wasn’t working today.

  She answered a couple of rings later. “Tori, where the hell are you?”

  “Keisha.” I sat on my bed. “I’m at home. How are you feeling?”

  “Ugh, like shit. I’m never drinking tequila again.”

  I laughed. “I think we’ve all been there.”

  Sebastian moved to the window and leaned against the wall, watching me.

  I placed the phone on the desk, turning on the speaker. “K, you’re on speaker phone now so I can finish getting dressed.”

  “Okay, so are you coming to the coffee shop today?”

  “Are you working?” I pulled on jeans and threw on a T-shirt, all the while trying very hard to ignore Sebastian’s heated scrutiny.

  “Yeah, I fucking got called in.”

  I felt for her. “Tell them you’re sick.”

  Warm arms wrapped around me as Sebastian pulled me against him. “Tell her you have to go,” he whispered in my ear.

  “They know I went out last night,” Keisha continued.

  My breath hitched when his hips ground against mine, his erection pressing against my ass. He was ready to go again so soon? Knowing that I did that to him made liquid pool in my panties. “Oh, well…”

  Ringing came from the bathroom. “Shit.”

  “What was that?” Keisha asked.

  “It’s another cell phone,” I said.

  Sebastian sighed, releasing me. “I thought I broke it.”

  “Who was that?”

  “Hello, Keisha.” He called as he headed into the bathroom.

  “Was that Sebastian?”

  I coughed, my face heating. “Um…yes.”

  “What the he—”

  I quickly took her off speaker phone. “Keisha.”

  “No, I’m not judging. I’m just surprised,” she quickly said.

  “Really?” It wasn’t that big of a surprise that he was at my place, was it?

  Keisha laughed. “Okay, maybe not that surprised but still. Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “Well, it kinda just happened.” And I hoped that it would happen again and again and…

  Sebastian came out of the bathroom looking distraught.

  “Keisha, I have to go.” Something was wrong.

  “What? Why? I want details.”

  “I’ll see you in a bit,” I told her. I hung up and walked toward Sebastian. “What’s wrong?”

  He placed his hands in his pockets. “I have to go.”

  My heart sped up. “Okay.”

  “I’ll meet you at the coffee shop. If I’m not with you and you see Jose, I want you to fucking leave and come back here. Okay?” He said, grabbing his jacket.

  “Sebastian…”

  “Okay?” His voice was desperate.

  “Okay,” I whispered.

  He nodded, seeming satisfied with my response, and placed a quick kiss on my lips and turned. Once he reached my door, he looked back at me and sighed.

  I took a step toward him. He walked back to me and met me halfway, his lips finding mine.

  "Don't leave yet," I said against his mouth.

  His hands grabbed my ass and lifted me.

  I hooked my hands around his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist.

  "God, little one."

  I covered his mouth and plunged my tongue between his lips. My pussy throbbed and ached to be touched by him again. I couldn't get enough of this man. My body hummed for him, tingles igniting all over me.

  His tongue danced with mine as he dug his fingers into my ass cheeks, pulling me toward him.

  I gasped when we hit the wall, not realizing that we had moved.

  He lifted his head. "I have to go." He moved his pelvis against mine.

  I licked his bottom lip, enjoying the feel of his erection against my core. "Yeah, I know." His breath hitched as I sucked and pulled at his lip.

  "But I don't want to." His voice came out husky.

  "I don't want you to, either." I ran my hands up under the front of his shirt, my fingers grazing his hard stomach. He leaned his forehead against mine, his breathing heavy. "I really should go, baby."

  "I think whoever you were talking to can wait," I said as I reached between us. Cupping his thick cock over his jeans, I rubbed lightly, making him jump.

  His hands tightened on my ass. "God, you feel good."

  I smiled. "I can feel better, too." Unbuckling his belt, I lowered his zipper and reached into his pants, smiling that he was going commando. I wrapped my hand around his hard cock, releasing it from his jeans.

  His breath hitched, and he lifted his head from mine, his eyes blazing. "I love it when a woman knows what she wants.”

  I smirked. "I want you, and I would feel better if my pussy was wrapped around your cock," I replied, squeezing his erection hard.

  His hips bucked against my hand. "You want me again?"

  "Oh, please, yes." I think I'd always want him.

  He backed up and placed me on my feet.

  I was about to ask what he was doing when he lowered his jeans completely, springing free his erection. He grabbed it in one large hand, gripping it tight.

  My nostrils flared, and I licked my lips at the sight.

  Sebastian cleared his throat.

  I looked up at him, and he motioned at my jeans. I quickly clued in, undid the button, and had them off just as he pushed me up against the wall.

  Lifting me, he wrapped my legs around his hips and lowered me onto him. We both groaned at the same time. "Hold on, little one."

  Tightening my legs around him, I held onto his shoulders. I gasped, crying out as he held me against the wall and thrust in and out of me. I stayed still and let him have his way with my body, pleasuring both of us and bringing us to pure ecstasy. "Sebastian," I screamed.

  He grunted, squeezing my hips as he pounded into my aching core. “God, you feel so good.”

  I moaned, digging my heels into his ass. An orgasm slowly built, starting from my toes as he pumped into me faster and faster against the wall.

  He groaned, lifted me completely off him, and lowered me in one smooth thrust back onto his cock, pushing my orgasm forward full force. I screamed his name over and over as he thrust into me hard and fast.

  He stopped and thrust into me one last time, his body shaking as he climaxed, releasing into me. Placing a hard kiss on my lips, he slowly let me down. "I could do that all day."

  I moaned and wrapped my hands around his neck. "Me too."

  He sighed and kissed me one last time. “But I really do have to go now.”

  Righting himself, he watched me get dressed.

  Doing up my jeans, I walked him to the door.

  He turned back to me before leaving. "Remember what I said."

  I nodded. A flutter of disappointment flowed through me as he shut the door behind him. I was falling for Sebastian quickly.

  He asked me to be patient with him, and I would, but what if patience wasn’t enough?

  Chapter 10

  I finished getting ready after Sebastian left my apartment, then I headed to the coffee shop about an hour later. It being early af
ternoon, the place wasn’t that busy.

  Keisha was fluttering about, wiping off tables as I entered. I approached her, and she looked up at me, smiling. “Have a good morning?” She winked.

  My face heated. “I don’t think good is the right word for it.”

  She laughed. “What word would you use to describe it then?”

  I thought a moment, grinning. “How about fucking incredible?”

  “That’s two words.”

  I shrugged. It was incredible, and I had the sore muscles to prove it. “It definitely deserves two words.”

  She laughed again, walking to the counter. “Your usual?”

  “Yes, please.” I sat down on the couch and pulled out my book from my bag.

  “Hey, fancy meeting you here.”

  I looked up and saw Brett standing in front of me. He wore a white button-up shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and black dress pants. I wondered if he ever dressed casually.

  I noticed a shadow of scruff on his jaw, which enhanced his good looks, but he was no Sebastian. “Hi.”

  “Mind if I join you?”

  “That depends.”

  His face hardened. “On what?”

  “You going to give me issues about being friends with Keisha?”

  He looked back at Keisha and then at me. “No.”

  “Good. Then yes, you can join me.”

  He sat across from me, and my gaze met Keisha’s. A look of concern marked her features. Turning back to Brett, I leaned back in my seat. “You didn’t tell Keisha about our little argument this morning, did you?”

  He crossed his arms under his chest. “No. I didn’t.”

  I nodded. “I didn’t think so.”

  Brett sighed. “Tori, listen…”

  I held up my hand. “No, it’s fine. I understand. You’re her big brother, and you have every right to protect her.”

  “There are some things you don’t know.”

  I laughed. “Wow. I’m getting told that a lot today.”

  He frowned. “Who else told you that?”

  “It doesn’t matter.” I placed my book down beside me. I was getting sick and tired of being left in the dark.

  “Are you two getting along?” Keisha asked as she walked up to us, placing two coffees on the table.

  I looked at Brett.

  His jaw tightened. “Yeah, we’re getting along just fine. We were just talking about going out to dinner.”