Page 53 of Fractured Hearts

“Make me come, Ezra. Please, baby. I need to come.” The desperate, whiny plea in Maverick’s voice does me in. I take his mouth with mine and thrust against him faster, moaning into his sweet mouth. “Fuck,” he gasps, and I lift up to see rope after rope of hot cum land on his sculpted chest. I let go immediately at the sight, my cum joining his with a low groan.

Maverick runs his finger through both of our messes, and I watch as he brings it to his lips and sucks.

“Shit,” I breathe, watching him. I can’t help but take his mouth again, tasting us on his tongue. It makes my spent cock twitch.

“Mmm,” Maverick moans as he runs his nose along mine. I roll off him to get something to clean us off with and almost collapse to the floor. “Ezra!” Maverick scrambles up to help me. “I’m so sorry. We shouldn’t have done that.”

“No,” I bark in a panic. He must see it in my eyes because he smiles and kisses me softly.

“I just meant that you’re still recovering and this couldn’t have helped.”

“Yes, it did,” I argue immediately. “It fixed everything. I’m all better and ready to do it again.”

Maverick laughs and shakes his head as he leads me to lay down in the bed. I don’t fight him, just let myself bask in his attention. He leaves me there for a moment, and I know I shouldn’t panic when he’s out of my sight, but I do. I think part of me is still worried that this is a dream, even with his cum drying on my skin and his taste in my mouth. He comes back with a wet cloth before I can really spiral, cleaning me up and then himself before putting his boxers back on and crawling into bed next to me.

“It’s almost three in the morning. Let’s try to get a little more sleep before the sun is up.” Maverick snuggles into my side as I turn off the light and sighs contentedly. I let myself fall asleep and can only wish that this wasn’t all a dream.

fifty

JO

I shouldn’t have listened to them fucking. I didn’t mean to. Being woken up in the middle of the night by sex noises in a previously sexless house is disarming. I might be numb. It’s been hours since I heard them, but I’m still lying in the same position I was in when my eyes flew open. Should I be crying? Or angry? I’ve been trying to figure it out and now that I can hear them getting up and moving again, I have to decide what to do. Pretend I didn’t hear them or tell them I did.

Are they going to act like a couple now? Are they a couple? This would be a lot easier if my feelings weren’t broken. I think I felt too many at once and they short-circuited. I want to call Harlow, but I don’t think there’s a way to stop her from finding out where I am and driving here to take out people’s knees.

Grabbing my phone from the nightstand, I quickly text Cal.

Is there a way to get in touch with Willa?

Not an emergency.

I know Willa won’t hold back to spare my feelings. I respect that about her, and I’m hoping that maybe she can help me unscramble my brain.

Cal

Yeah. They all got phones as of last night. Wore down Harrison. I heard him complaining to Harlow when he called last night.

I would find that funny if I wasn’t broken. The man went from having one kid to having a small busload of adult children. Cal sends over Willa’s contact information, and I quickly thank him before opening a new message.

Hey Willa, it’s Jo. Do you have time to chat?

Willa

Jo! It’s so good to hear from you! Do you want me to call?

I listen for a minute, still hearing soft muttering from the room next to me.

Text. I don’t want to be overheard.

Willa

What did they do?

I snort. Each other, I think, but I don’t type that. I don’t even know what to say to explain the situation.

I think I broke my feelings.

I watch the three little dots pop up and disappear several times before disappearing completely. The door to Maverick’s room opens with a squeak, and I lay perfectly still, listening to see where they go. Better not be in here. I can’t deal with them right now. Luckily, I hear heavy footsteps going down the stairs. Once I’m sure they’re on the floor below me, I call Willa.