Unbreak My Heart (Unbreak My Heart #1)(10)

“You’re not going anywhere. Don’t be stupid,” Shane grumbled, grabbing my arm as I tried to get to my purse.

“You’re stupid!”

“Mature, Katie.”

“Don’t call me Katie! Only my friends call me Katie, and you are not my friend,” I argued, scrambling to move past him.

“We should have been friends,” he said quietly into my ear as he caught me from behind and crossed my arms over my chest.

“We were friends, until you threw me away like garbage!” I yelled, kicking back at his legs.

“Stop f*cking kicking me!”

“Let go!”

We wrestled for dominance, tripping our way around the room, and if my mind had been a little clearer, I would have stopped whatever was happening. But I was frustrated, and mad, and drunk, and wrestling around seemed like a completely rational decision then.

“You’re drunk!” he yelled, finally pinning me on the bed with my arms above my head. “You’re not getting into a f*cking car!”

“You’re not the boss of me!”

“The f*ck I’m not!”

“The f*ck you are!”

“What?”

“Get. Off!” I bucked my hips and pulled at my arms, but it was no use. Even drunk, Shane was still ten times stronger.

“I just wanted to get drunk in peace,” he said, leaning down until we were nose-to-nose. “Why do you always have to step in like Florence f*cking Nightingale? Huh?”

“Why do you always have to be such a douchebag and need saving?” I yelled back. We were breathing heavy, and I could feel sweat forming from our wrestling match.

“I don’t need you to save me. I never needed you to f*cking save me,” he growled back, his eyes searching my face. “That’s what you never understood. You just kept pushing and pushing.”

I felt a lump forming in my throat as I thought about our past and turned my head to the side. I could feel tears forming in the corners of my eyes, and I couldn’t stop them from rolling down the sides of my face.

“Fuck you,” I whispered, my body finally going limp. “Fuck you, Shane.”

“Don’t f*cking cry,” he ordered, his hands tightening on my wrists. “Don’t!”

I ignored him, keeping my eyes closed as I felt him breathing heavily above me. I was so embarrassed that I just wanted to disappear.

“Stop it!” he yelled, jostling the bed with his knees, as if shaking me would make any difference in the sob that had worked its way up my throat.

He let go of my arm then, but I left it limp above my head as I felt him grasp my jaw firmly in his long fingers and turn my face toward his. Maybe if I ignored him, he would lose interest in the fight.

“When you cry, your lips swell up,” he whispered, making my eyes finally pop open in surprise.

He was so much closer than I’d realized that my breath caught in my throat as he stared at my lips.

Then his mouth was on mine.

“Pushing, always f*cking pushing,” he mumbled against my mouth before sucking my bottom lip between his and biting down hard enough to make me whimper.

He tugged at my lip with his teeth, and I felt my body heat in response.

“What are you doing?” I asked as his eyebrows furrowed.

“Fuck if I know.”

We were silent as we stared at each other. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that it was a bad idea, but it wasn’t enough to stop me from lifting my head and nipping his jaw hard with my teeth in retaliation.

“Harder,” he ordered, groaning as he grabbed the back of my head and pressed my mouth to his throat. “Do it hard.”

I followed his instructions, biting and sucking on his neck like it was my job, and his hands shook as one held me against him and the other slid down the side of my throat and ripped the strap of my bra and cami down my shoulder. He tasted salty, and the stubble under his chin rasped across my tongue.

“Jesus,” Shane groaned as he leaned back on his knees and gazed at my breast that had popped free. “Your nipples are pierced.”

He reached out and flicked the hoop resting against my breast, and my hips jolted involuntarily off the bed as he pulled the other strap roughly down my shoulder so both breasts were on display.

His hands were on me then, pinching and pulling on my nipples as I writhed underneath him. His nostrils were flared and his jaw tense as I reached for the athletic shorts he was wearing and pulled at them, feeling his hard erection through the silky fabric.

He was off the bed in a flash, but before I could wonder if he was going to leave me, he was back and kneeling above me—naked except for the dog tags hanging around his neck.

I reached for him immediately, but he caught my hands with his and brought them back to my breasts as he scooted up my waist. It took me a second before I realized what he was doing, but the minute his skin met mine, I couldn’t help the small moan that left my mouth.

“Hold them there,” Shane mumbled, looking to where his cock was nestled between my breasts. “Squeeze me tight.”

I nodded dazedly as I pressed against the sides of my breasts, wrapping him up in my cleavage as he began to slide up and down. His fingers found my nipples and tortured them as he moved, and before long I was so frustrated that I let go of one breast to try to reach the waistband of my pants.