“It’s hard not to compare when discussing toys and tying up. And then the girls earlier with all their talk about how their men like going down on them. Maybe . . . maybe something is wrong with me.”
Breaker forcefully grips my chin, and when our eyes lock, he says, “Nothing is wrong with you. Fucking nothing. It’s all about chemistry and maybe . . . maybe you just don’t have that with Brian.” Why do I have a feeling he might be right? “Tying you up, using toys, is that the kind of stuff you want?”
“I don’t know what I want, I just . . . I think I want more than what I have now.”
“You deserve more,” he says, his voice choppy now. “Your pussy deserves to be tongued, consumed, and fucked so hard that you can’t walk the next day.” My breath grows heavy, the air becoming harder and harder to suck in. “You’re so fucking sexy, Lia, and if it were me—”
Knock. Knock.
If it were you, what? I want to scream as he turns to look at the door.
I catch the narrowing of his brows and wonder if he knows who is here, because whoever it is, he doesn’t seem too happy about it.
“Who is that?” I ask, as if Breaker can see through the door.
“No idea.” And for the first time since I’ve known him, I watch him walk toward the door, my mind focusing on his backside, the tightness of his ass accompanied by what he just said to me. You’re so fucking sexy, Lia.
I play that on repeat, over and over, until I hear him answer the door. “Oh, hey. Uh, what are you doing here?”
“Is Lia here?”
Brian? He’s here?
I move over to the entryway, where I see Brian with a single duffel bag in hand.
“Brian, I thought you were on your business trip.”
He glances at Breaker and then back at me. “I was, but I didn’t like our last conversation, so I returned for the night. I have to leave first thing tomorrow morning.”
“Oh.” I twist my hands in front of me, my body temperature immediately cooling down.
“Can we go to your place, please?” His eyes plead.
“Yeah, can you just give me one second? I’ll meet you over there,” I answer as I stand there awkwardly.
“Sure.” Brian glances at Breaker. “Good to see you, man.”
“Yeah, you too,” Breaker says as Brian takes off. Breaker shuts the door and sifts his hand through his hair. I catch the bottom of his shirt lift to show off the waistband of his briefs. “So Brian’s home.”
“He is,” I answer. “That was unexpected.”
“Very.” Breaker leans against his hallway wall, looking almost defeated. I can’t imagine why, though. “So you should probably go talk to him.”
I take a step forward. This need to touch him is so overwhelming, but I hold back because I’m not sure what would happen if I did. If I gave in to this mystifying sensation that’s pulsing through my blood. I might not be able to stop myself. “Yeah, I probably should.” I toe the ground, needing to say something else, so I ask, “Should I talk to him about sex?”
His sharp eyes focus on me as he says, “I mean, if you want to. If you think it’s a good time.”
“I think it needs to be said, don’t you? We’re getting married in four weeks.”
“That you are,” he huffs and then pushes off the wall. “Yes, Lia, go tell him what you desire, and don’t be afraid to tell him everything.” Breaker takes a step forward, closing the space between us. He pushes a stray hair behind my ear and speaks softly. “Tell him you want his tongue between your legs. Tell him you want him to tease you, to taunt you, to make you feel so goddamn wet that you could just come from him rolling your nipples between his fingers.”
My breath becomes shallow again, and my eyes fall to his lips as he continues, “Tell him you want him to fuck you. To fuck you so mercilessly that you can’t take the constant hammering of his dick inside you until you come so hard that you can’t think of sex any other way but carnal.”
My lungs seize.
My toes tingle.
And my body is tempted to crumple right here on the floor from the erotic energy running through me.
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.
Chapter Fourteen
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.”
“Yes, unfortunately.”
“Well, that pain you were feeling, that’s what I’m feeling right now.” I tug on my hair. “Fuck.”
“Where is Lia now?” Kelsey asks.
“At home . . . with Brian.” I slap my hand on the counter and say, “And the worst thing about it all is because thanks to your little girl chat at brunch, she was asking me all about sex because apparently Brian is a real fucking dud in the bedroom and doesn’t go down on her.”