Broken Kingdom (Royal Hearts Academy #4)(13)
Anything to get me back inside my safe room.
The place where everything is all Gucci, baby.
The place where my demons can’t find me because I locked the door and threw away the motherfucking key.
It’s only then I notice a small figure buried underneath the covers on my bed.
I scan my brain, wondering when I invited Morgan to come play, but I honestly can’t recall.
Half a bottle of Jack and some E will do that to you.
I undo my belt and step out of my jeans, fisting my dick through my boxers.
“Hey, boo,” I greet her as I slide into my bed.
She doesn’t respond, but it’s okay.
I know a great way to wake her and my cock up.
Closing my eyes, I drape my arm over her body and cup one of her tits.
They’re firmer and bigger than I remember. Shit.
It’s not Morgan…
It’s Hayley.
The only girl in my life who didn’t leave me.
Because she didn’t have the chance. I kicked her the fuck out before she could.
But every so often—on nights where I’m really fucked-up—I rope her back in just to remind myself how my life could have turned out.
That I could have had a sweet girl.
That I could have been a good boy…
Just like my mom told me to be before she left me forever.
Groaning, I roll on top of her.
I need to get lost inside her so I can forget myself.
Her skin is so soft and creamy. A sweet apple scent invades my nostrils as I kiss down her neck.
She smells different—my brain registers, but I don’t care.
With the way I’m feeling, I’m liable to fuck the seventy-year-old lady who sells me my black and milds at the gas station.
She utters a low moan, her chest heaving as her hips buck against my cock.
Hayley’s not usually so forward, but I’m glad she’s not scared to take what she wants.
That makes two of us.
I tease one of her nipples through her bra.
Arching her back, she digs her nails into the back of my scalp.
Christ. That’s what I’m talking about.
I trail my tongue along her cleavage. “You’re giving me that ass tonight.” I bite the top of her tit. “You hear me?”
She freezes and the disappointment in my chest feels like a brick.
There’s no doubt in my mind it’s Hayley now.
My innocent angel.
It took me almost six months of dating her exclusively before she gave it up…but I liked the chase.
However, things turned stale between us shortly after I took her virginity, and it became apparent we were on completely different playing fields.
She wanted it sweet and gentle while I…
Wanted to fuck.
Show her my scars.
But Hayley wasn’t interested in seeing them.
No one is.
Everyone in my life just wants the funny jokester who’s always there to make them feel better.
And I do it without protest…because I don’t want the people I give a shit about to abandon me.
Giving Hayley what she wants, I squeeze her tits gently even though I really want to flip her over, grab her hair, and feed her ass my dick from behind.
Make her bleed for me.
Burn her from the inside out so I leave my mark.
Ensure she’ll never forget me.
“More,” she rasps, her voice huskier and needier than I’ve ever heard it before.
I work my way up her body and crash my mouth against hers as she wraps those long legs around me.
Only they don’t seem quite as long as I remember.
The thought alone should be enough to stop me, but the way she’s kissing me…
Jesus fucking Christ.
This girl can’t get enough. It’s like she’s sucking my damn soul into her body.
The moment she nibbles my lower lip, whatever thread I was hanging on to snaps.
Our kiss turns messy and I shove my tongue inside her mouth, devouring her.
My hand goes to her throat, threatening to squeeze. “Turn around and spread that pussy so I can eat you.”
She opens her mouth, but I shove my tongue inside again, giving myself one more taste.
Her greedy tongue meets mine thrust for thrust, fighting for control.
She’s so different tonight—wicked, even, but I fucking love it.
Hell, I’m so hard right now I’m surprised my cock piercing doesn’t shoot across the room like a slingshot.
Maybe I was wrong to cheat on her with Crystal.
Maybe I was wrong to break her heart…even though letting her go was the right thing to do.
Maybe things can work out between us.
Maybe we had to break apart to find each other again.
Maybe…
“Oakley,” she whimpers.
Her voice feels like poison pumping through my system.
No.
When I open my eyes, my worst fears are confirmed.
Wicked indeed.
I jump off the bed like my balls are on fire.
And if Jace and Cole ever find out about this…hell, they might be.
I knew Bianca had been looking at me differently lately—like I’m her next goddamn victim—but I never thought she’d take it this far.
Shame courses through me like a boulder rolling downhill.