Page 55 of Heartbreaker

“That’s it, heartbreaker. Ride me.” I thread my fingers behind my head, watching her with a lazy smile on my lips as I lean against the wall, pretending that watching her doesn’t turn my world upside down. She moans, either because of the way she tips her hips back a bit, making the head of my cock graze her G-spot, or because of the way I’m looking at her; I don’t know.

But when her hand slides between us, trying to touch her clit, I shake my head. “No, no, no,” I say.

“I need it,” she groans.

“Then ask pretty, and I’ll give it to you,” I promise, all bravado because the clock is ticking and I know she’ll want to shower off the smell of sweat and sex before we head out. We have just a few more minutes to finish this, so whatever she wants, she’ll get. But still, she gives me what I want, and I feel her words straight to my cock.

“Please, Rome, rub my clit so I can come.” A pretty little pout accompanies the words, making my balls tighten up.

“Fuck,” I grit out, then lick my thumb and move it between us, rubbing at her clit in tight, hard circles. I know what Lana wants, what she needs at any given time, and what will tip her over the edge. Filled with my cock, being a good girl and having her clit roughly rubbed always does it. I wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her tight, changing the angle to go deeper as her body tenses and she bites my shoulder, coming hard and fast. She’s fucking spectacular, and I could come just like this, but since we’re headed into the shower right after, I decide to give her something else she wanted, but hasn’t had just yet.

“Knees, Lana,” I grit out once she comes down from her high. Her eyes are a bit dazed, but still, she follows instructions, moving between my legs and to her knees. “Press your tits together.” Her jaw drops, and the tiniest moan leaves her lips. “Let me come on your tits, baby, just like I promised.” She does as I ask, and then kneels before me, willing to be used in any way I ask.

Nothing hotter.

Ever.

I start to pump my cock, spreading my legs wider, and her cum coating me slickens my palm.

“Oh my god, this is so fucking hot,” she groans, eyes locked on my hand. She shifts her hold on her breasts to just one hand, then the other glides down between her legs. She won’t be able to get there again this quickly, something we both know. The fact that she finds this so hot and needs some form of relief makes my balls tighten up. “Oh my god.” That moan is familiar, and her hand moves faster, frantic almost, her breath growing heavier, and I wonder…

“Lana, baby, can you get there again?” I ask, panting.

“I…” She gasps, and when I look down, her fingers are inside of her, her hips shifting to ride them, her thumb on her clit. “Yeah,” she says, nodding quickly, “Yeah, I can.”

“That’s it, baby,” I say, biting the inside of my lower lip and drawing blood in an effort to stop myself from coming too soon. “That’s it. You should see how pretty you look like this, ready to come again just because I ask you to. Such a good little slut you are.”

“Yes,” she murmurs, and her eyes droop, too, but don’t close, knowing I like her to watch.

“I’m going to come all over your tits as soon as you come for me.” She nods, her jaw dropping, her hips growing more erratic.

“I’m so, I’m so…”

“That’s it, baby. Come for me, Lana. Fuck.” The sound that comes from me is nearly feral, a low growl. I try to hold off, but then her mouth drops open, a silent scream leaving her lips as her entire body tenses. “Fuck,” I groan, then spill over her breasts, streams of cum pooling between her cleavage in a way that is my perfect version of art. I’m breathing heavily and still stroking my overly sensitive dick when her body relaxes, when she looks at me with those sleepy, satisfied eyes and gives me a tentative smile. I reach out, wiping a tiny drop from her chin. I groan when her tongue pokes out, silently asking me to give it to her. Her lips wrap around the digit, and even though it makes no fucking sense, my dick twitches again.

Unfortunately, the clock looms behind her, reminding me we have places to be. I sigh before standing, then reach down and lift her into my arms.

“I’m going to get you icky,” she murmurs half-heartedly, her head nuzzling into my neck.

“All good, gonna go clean off together anyway,” I say, then I take my winner to the showers.

TWENTY-EIGHT

“How do you feel?” I ask Rome, my voice gentle as we lie in his bed. I’m tucked into his side, wearing one of his tees, his chest bare. His fingers pause as they move through my hair, but only for a moment before he answers.

“Pretty damn good.”

“Okay, well, good to know, but I meant more about… everything going on.” His body stiffens, but I continue drawing shapes on his chest, not pushing. My heart is pounding, though I know it has nothing to do with the way we just fucked.

“Oh. That.” If this were a normal relationship with no ulterior motives or secrets between us, I would push it aside, not wanting to touch on what is clearly a sore spot, but unfortunately, that’s not the case.

Unfortunately, there’s someone out there who wants to hurt Rome, and it’s my job to figure out who. Over the last week, Demi and I have talked more than once about looping him in and have considered the pros and cons. When we’ve definitively crossed a suspect off the list, there is usually little to no risk in pulling them in, and any remaining risk is typically heavily outweighed by the new intel we could get from them. But I’ve seen how this mess has been impacting him mentally, and until I can offer him a concrete solution, I don’t want to make things any worse than they already are.

Admittedly, I’ve also fought against it because I’m unsure of how he’ll react when he finds out what I’m really doing here. Selfishly, I want to spend as long as possible in this little bubble. I know there’s a good chance Rome will feel betrayed by my lies and mistruths, even if it was just part of the job.

I’m pulled from my heavy thoughts when he sighs, expanding on his own. “I don’t know how to feel. I’m happy the inspectors I hired made sure there was nothing else wrong with the truck, but this one can’t be explained away like all the others can. It’s clear the harness was intentionally cut.” I nod, knowing that to be the case.

“All of the others being…”