Page 64 of Damaged Hearts


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His hips piston forward as my body opens up for him, welcoming every rough touch and torturous caress. I cry out for him, begging for more, as his mouth clamps over mine, swallowing all of my moans of encouragement.

Nothing gets better than this.

“You’re mine,” he growls as his lips ghost over my own.

Sweat slicks our bodies and I’m captivated by his nearness. Everything is too much and not enough at the same time.

“I’m yours, Xander,” I breathe the words in time with his unforgiving rhythm. He releases my hands and they have a mind of their own, running from his shoulders, up his throat to his beard.

God, I love his beard. I love his eyes, his voice, his face. I love everything about him and I know I shouldn’t, but love finds you in the most mysterious places and Xander found me. I needed to know I wasn’t all the things Dell said I was, and Xander combatted all those insecurities.

“I only want you, Sunshine.” For once, this nickname doesn’t come out sassy. There’s no playfulness in my voice or my heart. This is probably the most serious I’ve ever been with him.

Maybe things will change in the future. I don’t know, but right now, Xander is everything.

“You’re my woman, darling.” His mouth crashes down on mine as he holds me tight.

Xander doesn’t seem to be the type that does big romantic speeches about how he only wants me and loves me, so I take his declaration of me being his woman to heart, knowing those words hold everything he can’t say.

He knows I love him and I can’t bring myself to say it. I know he feels the same about me, even if he can’t say it either. It’s more than enough for my fragile, damaged heart.

* * *

After I showerto remove all of the bodily fluids that coat my legs all the way down to my ankles, I get dressed and leave the bedroom with Xander only to find my sister sitting on the couch, the TV remote in her hand.

What is she doing here? Not that I’m unhappy to see her, but I figured she was going to leave after yesterday’s mission was a success.

“Morning, lovebirds. Would you be a dear and not fuck each other blind first thing in the morning? I require my beauty sleep.”

Damn it. She heard us having sex…again!

“You can complain when it’s your own damn apartment,” Xander groans as he walks off to the kitchen.

Gillian scowls in his direction. “So damn touchy, Grumpy Cat. I don’t think my sister is sucking your dick good enough.”

“She sucks my dick just right.”

The color drains from my face as I follow him into the kitchen, completely mortified. “Xander!”

I expect a shrug to show he doesn’t give a damn about my sister knowing anything about our sex life, but he shocks me, which seems to be something he loves to do. Grabbing me by my waist, he pulls me against him and kisses me like I’m the air he needs to breathe. This kiss is enough to bring me to my knees and maybe through the ground to the devil’s lair.

“You’re so bad,” I whimper as he releases the kiss and grabs my ass.

A shudder runs through my body as he says, “You love it and you know it, darling.”

“Shut up and get out of here so I can cook and make coffee or you’ll starve and fall asleep in an engine today,” I warn, but he just smirks at me before planting a sweet kiss on my cheek.

“Last night was fucking incredible,” he rasps in my ear and I tremble from the tone his words take. They’re suggestive and make me all kinds of bothered.

Xander just turns and leaves the kitchen, probably knowing full well that he just left me with a pair of damp panties.

* * *

"No! No, no, no. Absolutely not!"I slam my coffee mug onto the makeshift coffee table and, as if she can’t believe I’m taking this stance, Gillian huffs in exasperation, as I stand to my feet.

“What is your problem?”

“Myproblem? Why the heck don’tyouhave a problem? This is a crazy plan!”

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