I want that.
I want that carnal feeling he speaks of.
I want to feel a man so deep inside me that it makes my eyes well with tears.
I want to be stretched, licked, and fucked to the point that I can’t remember anything besides this undeniable feeling of him and only him.
“What if he doesn’t want to fuck me?” I whisper, my insecurity rearing up.
Breaker pauses and loops his index finger under my chin. He lifts my gaze to meet his. Very carefully, he says, “Then he’s not the man for you because, Lia . . . you deserve to be fucked. Just like you deserve to be worshiped.Hard.”
And before I can say another thing, he walks away.
ChapterFourteen
BREAKER
“Dude, didn’t you just leave us?” JP asks when he opens his door.
I push past him and head straight to his kitchen.
“Uh, come in. Not like I’m doing anything important.”
“Where are your disgusting Bloody Marys?” I ask as I move around his kitchen.
“Uh, if you recall, the brunch was over at Huxley’s. He has everything,” JP says when he follows me into the kitchen.
“Then where’s your alcohol? I know you have some. Where is it?”
“Okay, I need you to slow down for a second.” He rests his hand on the counter. “Why are you all jittery?”
“Just give me fucking alcohol, okay?” I take a seat on one of his kitchen island seats and push my hands through my hair.
“What’s going on?” Kelsey asks, walking in with a concerned look.
“Breaker apparently needs alcohol but has yet to say why.”
“Because I’m in love with my best friend who’s getting married in four weeks. Do I need any other explanation?”
“No, I think that will do it,” JP says like a dick, and then he moves to a cabinet on the right of the fridge and pulls out a bottle of Scotch. “Will this do?”
“Yes, whatever, I don’t care. Just give me something, anything.”
Kelsey sits beside me and places her hand on my back soothingly. “What’s going on?”
“I feel like I’m going to lose it.” My body shakes with adrenaline as my emotions rip through me.
JP slides a glass of Scotch toward me, and I immediately down it and slide the glass back to him. “More.”
“Oh-kay,” he says.
“Breaker, talk to us,” Kelsey says.
I swallow the next glass and set it down, gripping the cylinder with both hands. “Do you remember when you two were in San Francisco, and you weren’t an item yet?”
“Yes,” they both say at the same time.
“And the night Kelsey was going out with that other guy and, JP, you didn’t know how to handle it because you really liked Kelsey? You got trashed that night and sent that stupid email.”
