Page 48 of Their Broken Tears


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Shit. That is a problem.

Or is it? “I’m clean. Cooper was the only one and I’ve been tested since then, even though we used protection.”

“Me too. I’ve never been with anyone without a condom, and I was tested last month. Since then, there hasn’t been anyone else. Only you.”

Searching his Caribbean gaze, three little words stare back at me, encouraging them to slip free from my lips, like a base jumper leaping from a cliff. “I love you.” The confession’s whispered, but it sounds like a bomb explodes between us.

His eye widen for an instant before becoming ravenous, burning into twin solar flames. “Fuck, I love you, too.”

“So, we’re doing this?” I search his eyes for sincerity.

“We’re doing this.” Giant smiles stretch across our swollen lips before the panic sets in and my eyes widen like saucers. “Don’t freak. We’ll figure it out. They’ll understand.” He pets the hair out of my face.

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

The heat intensifies. The culmination of our connection is about to hit its first peak, sparking fireworks behind closed lids, like starbursts in the night. His lips graze along mine like a dream come true, nipping, and requesting entrance which I grant immediately and whimper, the slow glide of his tongue, paradise.

Soft and slow, he traces feather light touches from my nipples, teasing my belly and circling my navel, tickling the goosebumps free, until he stops on our next obstacle. His hard stare is locked with mine as he pops the button free and then trails after his fingers with his lips, stripping the rest of my clothes past my thighs and onto the floor.

“Look at this pretty pussy.” His eyes are fire, pure lust pouring from his words, as he grazes a finger up my slit. “This is mine now.” The last part spoken as if to himself, rumbling his possession.

A gasp rips free, creating a proud smug smile when he looks up. A thousand more promises written in their depths. “Jace.”

“Patience, baby.” He breathes against my sensitive flesh.

Then it happens. He swipes that warm wet tongue up my glistening folds, sucking the life right out of me, while I my eyes roll to the back of my head in bliss. But it’s the calm before the storm because once he’s had a taste, he turns into a madman, slipping his fingers under my ass, clutching the globes like his life depends on it, and bringing my pelvis to his mouth like a golden platter.

Sight is a thing of the past, since I’m blinded by pleasure, exploding starburst whiting out all color. Of their own accord, my hips undulate against his gifted mouth. I’m a progressive chick, vibrators in my bedside drawer, and have double-clicked my mouse more time than I can count, but no one has ever gone down on me before, and he’s hitting nirvana.

“Yes, right there. Don’t stop.”

He hums his agreement, which vibrates perfectly against my clit, catapulting me right over into the most intense orgasm of my life.

When I float back down from the high, my fingers are tightly wound through Jace’s soft ebon strands, his silky tongue massaging every ounce of pleasure from my body. His eyes slowly slide to mine, alpha pride shining through their arrogant depths, when he crawls up my body with purpose.

He nuzzles and kisses my neck before whispering, “That’s one.”

Confusion clouds the brain for a moment, until his talented fingers dance down south. The first caress elicits a moan and groan from both of us until it’s silenced with his lips. I can taste myself on his tongue and I can’t say I hate it. An entirely different type of aphrodisiac.

The idea of how much practice he’s gotten to get this good doesn’t sit well with me, but since I’m reaping the benefits, I don’t want to protest.

“Come for me.” His command does just that, forces another mind-blowing exorcism.

“Jesus…” the word slips through tightly sealed lips, praising the electroshock my body’s currently thrumming with, anticipating another hit.

“Thank you for the compliment, but you can stick with Jace.” His chuckle shakes us both, driving an entirely different pleasure through our touching skin.

Twining my arms around his neck to pull him closer, I whisper, “You’re ridiculous.”

“Maybe, but I’m your ridiculous.” He winks, displaying the humor. That’s a huge part of why I love him.

“Yes, you are.” I whisper back before our lips slam together again. A frenzy of need overtakes us. Hands craving the desperate need to touch all of him. Skin to skin from head to toe. “Get naked. Now.”

He complies immediately, tugging his pants down without breaking our heated kiss. The moment he’s free, the warmth of his cock lays against my inner thigh, burning into my soul. After this, we’ll never be the same. We’ll be connected in a way our foursome never dreamed of being together.

“You ready?” His lips graze mine with the question, electric lightning zapping our connection, as if our entire room is alive with power.

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