Rule Number Five: A College Hockey Romance (Rule Breaker Series Book 1)(35)

Me: I promise to only like book assholes.

Jax: He handcuffed her to the bed, Sid. And not in the kinky way.

My grip tightened on the phone, and I kicked the sheets off my hot skin. I honestly didn’t think he’d read it, and if he’d gotten that far, he’d passed… Jesus. I stared frozen at the screen, having no idea what to write back, and startled when another message popped up.

Jax: I was sitting next to Alex when it got to the shower scene. Could’ve fucking warned me.

Images of Jax hard on the couch, reading next to his friends, had an ache burning low in my stomach. The shower scene had her on her knees, swallowing the main male character’s cock down until tears pooled in her eyes. I wanted to feel controlled like that when I read it. Owned like that.

Me: Where’s the fun in that?

Jax: You don’t have to reply to this, but… I’ve never been so hard in my fucking life. You and your favorite book did that to me.

Heat flooded between my thighs as I reread his text. I did it? Was he thinking about me when he read it? I wanted him to tell me. Tell me exactly what he thought of the scene.

Me: Do you like it?

Jax: Yeah, I fucking do.

My lungs burned with the force of my sucked-in breath. This was new and dangerous territory. After everything that had happened between us… this needed to end, but I didn’t want it to stop. My body begged me to block out my mind. Just this once.

Me: Tell me.

Jax: Fuck.

I swore I could feel how turned on he was through his messages.

Jax: I like the way she spreads her legs apart and her panties are dark where she’s soaked through them.

I could hardly breathe reading his messages. Thank god he didn’t need a response to keep going.

Jax: How the smooth skin of her thighs feel under his palms as he brings his hand to her cunt. Would you be wet for me, Sid?

Lust lanced through me and sent my heart beating out of my chest. A needy ache built between my thighs, and I slid my hand under my panties to cup myself. My fingers were instantly coated wet, and my eyes rolled back as I slid one finger over my sensitive skin. I bit my lip, waiting for his next message, but nothing came through. Shit. Before I could chicken out, I hit Dial, and he answered immediately, his harsh breath coming out in pants.

“What did he do next?” My words were practically a plea for him to keep going. To not question this.

He groaned, and his voice was rough. “You’re killing me.” The line was silent except for the sound of his breath for several seconds. “He pulled her panties to the side and buried two fingers into her until she fucked herself on them.”

I bit back my moan so hard I could taste the metal tang of blood, but that didn’t stop me from sliding my fingers inside, wishing they were his. “What does his other hand do?”

Jax’s low reply, mixed with the distinct sound of rhythmic skin on skin, had my toes curling. “He wraps it around her neck and pins her to the bed. Do you like that part, Sid?”

“Yes,” I breathed. My fingertips swirled around my clit before thrusting deep.

“You are such a good girl, Sidney. I bet you like when he licks her cunt and bites down on her clit. Was that your favorite part? Because it’s fucking mine.”

Images of Jax between my thighs, hand gripping my throat as he devoured my cunt, flooded my senses. A cry broke from my mouth as my orgasm shattered through me, followed by Jax’s groan.

Jax’s rough breathing filled my ear as the world came back into focus, bringing the reality of what just happened with it. Jax’s low voice rumbled, “Good night, Sid.”

Shit. I hung up before I could say anything stupid. What the hell did I just do, and why did I want to do it again?



“Come on, where is it?” I yanked the cushions off the sofa and searched for my laptop. For the hundredth time, I checked my watch and let out a frustrated groan. I only had five minutes until I would definitely be late for class. I knew for a fact I’d had it last night. Going to my room as a last-ditch effort, I reached my hand behind my bed and felt something smooth and metallic pinned there. “Gotcha!”

“Thank the lord,” Mia sighed. She was standing in pineapple-patterned sleep shorts, a thin white shirt, and a sleep mask pushed up on her forehead. She looked exhausted, with dark circles under her eyes, and her usually glowing skin was ashy.

“I’m so sorry. I’m running super late and couldn’t find my laptop.”

“You stay up all night talking to a sports god, and now you’re running around in a tizzy. I’m onto you, Sidney King.” Her grin washed away some of the tiredness there.

“Keep dreaming. I’ll see you later,” I said as I finished packing my bag.

She looked around our destroyed home and shot back, “You owe me, girl.”

I sent her my most apologetic smile and rushed out of the house, practically jumping down the stairs, which I was definitely not coordinated enough to pull off.

I flew out the front door and crashed right into a solid chest. My weight tipped and braced for impact, sure to hit the ground.

“Easy now. I’ve got you.” Strong arms wrapped around me, and I drew in a fresh, woodsy scent.

“What are you doing here?” my voice snapped out before I could stop it.

Jax tilted his head, and the corner of his mouth twitched. “So, not a morning person?”