Unbreak My Heart (Unbreak My Heart #1)(11)



My face felt like it was on fire, and my head was cloudy as I tried to reach between Shane’s thighs. My arms weren’t long enough to go around him, and I needed to reach my clit. I knew it would only take a second before I went off like the Fourth of July, and then I figured he could go back to what he was doing.

I didn’t think of the way my hand would slide across his balls and the inside of his thighs as I moved, but a startled yelp and then a moan had me pausing with my hand halfway to the promised land.

“Stop,” Shane said, sliding off me.

“I’m really getting tired of that f*cking word,” I answered back, my eyes growing heavy.

He flipped me to my stomach like a sack of potatoes, and my breathing sped up as he climbed back on top of me and pulled my hips away from the bed.

“Fucking sweatpants,” he grumbled, squeezing my ass with both hands as I pulled myself onto my elbows.

“They’re yoga pants.”

“Thank God for yoga pants.”

“I’m pretty sure God didn’t design these.”

“I’m pretty sure he did,” he retorted, making his point by pulling them down to my thighs with one swift jerk. His hands went straight between my legs from behind, and I arched my back as his fingers slid over my skin.

“So bare and slick,” Shane whispered darkly, bending over my body until his chest rested against my back. “And what is this?”

His fingers found my hood piercing, and I froze as I waited to see what he’d do. I felt one finger playing softly with the piercing as my breath grew ragged, and I was so focused on that sensation that I didn’t feel him positioning behind me until he was thrusting inside.

I think I may have screamed as he came to a stop halfway inside, but my ears were ringing so loudly that I wasn’t sure. Not that I would have cared either way.

“Hold on,” Shane ordered roughly, nudging my hand with the wrist he’d braced by my head. “Use your nails.”

I gripped his wrist the way he’d asked and turned my head to pull the skin of his arm between my teeth, making him yell out above me and increase his thrusts. He was rolling his hips, his hand moving frantically over my thighs and clit and ass, pressing and pinching and pushing deeper and deeper with every stroke. It was the most intense sex I’d ever had, and by the time he’d bottomed out inside me, we were covered in sweat and I was coming in large rolling waves.

I don’t remember anything after that.





Chapter 2

Shane



Wake up.

The voice in my head was more familiar to me than my own, and I smiled slightly as I drifted in that hazy place between sleeping and wakefulness. Something was beeping or ringing quietly across the room, but I ignored it as I slid my bare legs against the sheets and curled deeper into the soft back that was tucked against my chest.

I slid my hand from the bed and up the smooth skin of her belly, finally reaching the bottom curve of her breast. When I reached it, it was fuller than I’d anticipated, and I groaned as I dug my fingers into her skin. She’s pregnant, I remembered vaguely, my head pounding. Her breasts are always larger when she’s pregnant.

When my fingertips finally reached her nipple, I felt something hard and cool there, and as she sighed and rolled her hips against my morning wood, my world crashed down around me. The woman I was holding was not my wife.

My stomach churned violently as I scrambled across the bed, and I could barely get to my feet before I tumbled off the other side. I knew that room. I’d been there a hundred times, but it took me a moment before flashes of the night before started to filter into my head.

“Oh my God,” Kate whispered, curling into herself where she’d been sleeping peacefully just moments before. “Oh my God.”

I stared at the curve of her back like an idiot, trying to figure out what the f*ck I should do, when her head turned slowly over her shoulder and her wide eyes met mine.

“No,” she whispered, squeezing her eyes tightly closed. “Oh f*ck.”

I was still silent. I stood there, completely nude, and stared blankly at the woman on the bed.

Kate pulled the sheet around her and sat up. Her shoulders were curved so far forward that I could see her collarbone poking sharply against the skin of her chest. Her eyes searched frantically around the room, and without warning, she lurched off the bed, falling to her knees. I stepped toward her without thought, but the sharp noise she made stopped me in my tracks.

I might have still been drunk from the night before, because I couldn’t think clearly. I couldn’t figure out why we were there. I remembered sliding inside her, the way her body tightened around me like a vise, and the way she’d tasted salty as I’d sucked at her skin, but I couldn’t remember why we were in that hotel room to begin with.

“What are you doing here, Katie?” I asked, my voice rough. It felt like I’d swallowed gravel with the half-gallon bottle of Jack.

“I came to check on you,” she answered, her voice rising as she spoke.

It came flooding back then, a barrage of scenes that I had a feeling would be burned into my memory for the rest of my life. My skin heated and prickled as I remembered her showing up at the door, and fury settled around me like a cape.

“You came here to check on me?” I asked harshly, finding my boxers on the floor and pulling them quickly up my legs. “And then what? Decided I should pay you back with some dick?”

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