The Rules of Heartbreak: An Enemies-to-Lovers/Next-Door Neighbor Romance (The Heartbreak Series Book 1)

by Brittany Taylor

  “Open your legs,” I tell her, sliding each of my hands along her thighs, pulling them apart. She follows each of my commands without hesitation. I fucking love it.

  I step between her legs and drag a finger down her middle, starting with her chest. I trace over the top of each of her swollen breasts before moving farther down. When I reach her hot center, she moans, tipping her head back.

  “Dallas.” My name escapes from her mouth as she keeps her hands at her sides.

  I only circle my fingers across her clit a few more times before kneeling in front of her. Once I’m perfectly centered, I lift one of her legs, resting it over my shoulder. Looking up at her, I find her staring straight back at me. Her chest dramatically rises and falls as if she’s anticipating my next move. She knows exactly what I’m about to do, and I can practically feel her body humming against mine.

  I lean forward without breaking my eyes away from hers. My mouth meets her warm, wet skin. She tastes sweet, like the lip balm she was wearing on her lips.

  “Oh, fuck.”

  Once Sloan’s words fall from her mouth, she tries to pull back slightly, lifting her hips off the keys of the piano. I hold her, wrapping my arms around her legs and resting my hands on her thighs. I slide my tongue up and down her center, circling her clit. Her legs start to vibrate around my shoulders. She reaches down and threads her fingers through my hair, tugging on the ends.

  In truth, it’s been a while since I’ve been with a woman this way. Usually, we get straight to the point, not bothering to waste any time in between, and if we do, usually it’s the other way around, with her mouth on me instead of mine on her. It’s not that the thought of having Sloan’s mouth wrapped around my cock doesn’t thrill me, but there is something in the way Sloan’s body reacts to my touch. I want to know how far I can push her, how far she’s willing to go. There is also a part of me that is even more excited by what it looked like to see her coming undone with me being the cause of it.

  Her hips rock against me, pressing my face harder into her clit. The faster I move my mouth, the faster she moves against me, and the closer she gets to falling apart around me. As much as I’m willing to see that now, I pull away from Sloan before she completely unravels.

  She immediately looks down when I pull away. I pull myself to a stand in front of her. I drag my tongue across my lips, tasting what’s left behind of her on my mouth.

  “What are you doing?” Her breath is ragged, and her hair is cascading down her shoulders, resting on top of her swollen breasts. Her eyebrows dip, both confused and angered by my sudden absence.

  But we’re far too clothed to be having this conversation, and there is no fucking way I can keep this going without seeing all of her.

  I swipe my thumb across my wet lip then reach out to touch Sloan’s.

  “Do you trust me?” I ask her.

  “Yes.” She nods and tilts her head. She slides one of her own hands down her chest until she reaches her center, sliding her fingers between her legs. Her fingers start to move in slow circles.

  Holy shit. I’ve never seen a woman as confident, bold, and fucking sexy as Sloan is right now. My cock strains against the constriction my jeans are putting on it.

  “Do you trust me?” she asks with a heavy breath. Fuck, she’s about to rob me of what I’ve been wanting to give her, what I held back from her only seconds ago. Her fingers start to move faster.

  I give her a small chuckle and smirk. “Yes.”

  “Good,” she says, narrowing her eyes and pulling her hand away. “Then I need your hands on me. Now.”

  Her thumb rises to her mouth, and she bites down. She’s tasting herself, and that one single gesture alone is enough to make me nearly explode.

  Her legs are still spread open, and I step forward, filling the space between them. Leaning down, I crash my mouth against hers, claiming it with every excited nerve pulsating through me.

  Her back hits the piano with me towering over her. Both of my arms are at her sides, and I’m standing right above her. Her head is tilted back as she looks up to keep our mouths connected. She moans against me, her mouth vibrating on mine.

  I wrap my hand around her back, pulling her off the piano. I truly don’t care either way if it’s ruined with the way she’s sitting on it. There is no sentimental value in it, and although I got it in college, it only cost me fifty dollars. Nonetheless, I know it probably isn’t comfortable for her to be sitting on the multiple keys, and we don’t need the constant sounds echoing off the walls. I spin us around and walk Sloan backward until her back presses up against the wall beside the piano.

  My hips press into hers as she lifts her arms above her head. I grab the hem of her tank top and remove it, tossing it behind me. Sloan’s breasts are on perfect display under the thin lace fabric of her bra. It’s a simple one that doesn’t shy away from allowing me to see nearly all of the two smooth, round peaks. Her nipples are clearly visible through the mesh fabric, cresting to two hard pebbles against my touch. I bend my head down far enough to press my lips to her nipple. I drag my teeth across the small, tight pebble. She gasps, gripping the back of my head, keeping my mouth pressed against her chest. I pull her nipple into my mouth and circle my tongue around it a few times before letting it go. The mesh grates across my tongue, but Sloan’s reaction to my move is evident when she moans once again.

  I reach behind her and unhook it. She allows the straps to fall away from her shoulders and slide away from her body without effort. She’s now completely undressed, and she reaches forward and unbuttons my jeans, removing the rest of my clothes as well. My cock sticks straight out once it’s free from my constrictive clothes.

  I drag my finger along the top of her breast before pinching her nipple between two fingers. My cock presses against her lower belly as she gasps, tilting her head back against the wall. She lifts one leg up, wrapping it around the back of mine. I lift her up, holding her body against the wall with my torso.

  “Dallas.” She threads her fingers through my hair again, pulling on the ends long enough to bring my gaze up to hers. She stares directly into my eyes, her eyes sparking with the same energy I feel inside me. “I know I said I need your hands on me, but I lied.”

  I almost stop and pull away from Sloan. The deal between us might just be sex and there’s no possibility of us being in a relationship, but there is no way I will go into this deal with Sloan if it isn’t what she wants. I am only in it if she is. We both need to be on the same page, and if she were to ever want to back out, I wouldn’t stop her.

  I open my mouth to ask her how she lied, but she stops me, pressing her hand to my cheek, pinning my stare to hers. “I need you to fuck me.”

  Oh, shit. Her order catches me off guard.

  Match fucking lit; fire fully sparked and raging.

  Pulling my hips back, I grab my cock and press the tip against her entrance. She’s completely soaked, ready for me. I inhale a deep breath and push myself into her, watching as my dick quickly slides into her. The more I fill her, the farther back she tilts her head. She wraps her arms around my neck, digging her nails into my flesh as she moans. My name falls out of her mouth, her lips making the perfect O.

  “Fuck, Sloan.” Once I’ve filled her, I pull back out, watching myself as I slide back in. The movement is easy and almost effortless. It also feels amazing. “You’re so fucking wet.”

  “Harder,” she says, biting down on her bottom lip. She brings her mouth back to mine, parting my lips with her tongue. My heart thrashes against my chest and tingles prickle their way down my spine, the sensation shooting to my toes. I feel Sloan everywhere. Her smooth skin surrounds me as I slide my hand along her side and push into her harder and faster.

  I pick up my pace just as Sloan picks up her breathing. I can tell she’s starting to unravel under me. Her legs vibrate and tense around me. I reach up, placing my hand along the smooth plane of her jaw, bringing her eyes to mine.

  “Come for me,” I tell
her. I need her to or else I’ll finish before her. I pull out of her then push into her one more time. Her heart thrashes against her chest and I can feel the echo of it beat against mine. With my other hand, I reach under her, gripping firmly. Her full, round cheek fills my palm, and I grasp her flesh, holding her against me.

  “Oh my god, Dallas. I’m coming,” she yells, tipping her head back. I press my mouth against her neck, tasting her as her body shudders beneath me.

  Having Sloan’s body vibrate against mine as she rides out the rest of her orgasm sparks mine. Bursts of electricity shoot across me and I start to cum. I pull myself out of her just in time, shooting my cum at her lower stomach, beneath her belly button. The warm liquid drips down her smooth, tan skin. I normally don’t like to finish this way, but Sloan and I didn’t discuss birth control means, and I didn’t bother checking to see if I had any condoms left.

  “Shit.” I breathe out, burying my face into her shoulder as I finish.

  Sloan’s hand slides down the back of my neck and across my shoulder. Her legs relax as I pull away from her, her toes landing on the hardwood floor beneath our feet.

  “I’m sorry,” I tell her as she looks down at her stomach. “We didn’t use a condom and I didn’t think to ask you about birth control. I didn’t know what else to do.”

  “It’s okay,” she says, the corner of her mouth curling into a smirk. Her neck is flushed as she comes down from her orgasm. My legs thrum with the echo of the memory of my own.

  I look back down at Sloan’s entire body. Seeing my cum splashed across her stomach spurs this feeling inside me, but I push it back and leave her to grab a paper towel from the kitchen. I quickly run it under the sink then return to where she’s standing. She takes it from me and gently wipes it away.

  “It doesn’t bother me.” She looks up at me once she’s finished. “But for future reference, I’m on birth control.” She steps onto the tips of her toes and places her lips on mine. It’s a quick kiss, more like one of appreciation than the romantic kind. She leaves me standing in the front room before heading back to the kitchen. She’s still completely naked. I watch her as her long brown hair sways across her shoulders, the ends dancing across the middle of her back with every step she takes.

  My dick hardens again at the sight of her, so I follow her into the kitchen. I round the corner as she tosses the paper towel into the trash. She spins around and leans back onto the counter, resting her elbows on the edge.

  Her breasts are on full display. She puffs out her chest, the cool air in my house perking her nipples up. I step forward, admiring how she’s standing. She is clearly enjoying this new deal we’ve made. It’s as if we’ve finally given ourselves permission to do what we’ve both been wanting to do for weeks, just without all the fluff and mess that comes with normal relationships. What Sloan and I are doing is simple and uncomplicated.

  Sloan drags the tips of her fingers across her stomach in the same place where I allowed my orgasm to spill. Her eyes travel along my body, taking me in. It’s as if she’s imagining me as she touches herself.

  She smiles, displaying her perfect white teeth. Although Sloan and I have our unofficial rules set out between us, it doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate her. She is fucking gorgeous, and from the way her eyes flicker as she looks at me, she knows exactly what I’m thinking.

  “So, Dallas,” she says. “Are you going to stand there and watch, or are you going to come over here? Please don’t tell me you have another rule to lay out.” Her full lips curl into a devious smile when I step forward, crossing the kitchen to meet her.

  “No.” I shake my head, covering her hand with mine. I guide hers down to her center, pressing her fingers over her clit. She hisses, closing her eyes with the sensation. “Those are the only rules. I think we’ve pretty much covered them all.”

  I lean forward and claim her mouth with mine as both our hands work her swollen clit. She’s already wet again, and the memory of what it feels like to be inside her rushes through me.

  Yeah, these rules are perfect. No revisions needed.

  Chapter Fourteen

  I cracked.

  I said I wasn’t going to take it there, but I did.

  Maybe it’s because Dallas had his own rules, placing extra boundaries on the ones I already had set between us. That made it easy to give in.

  Of course, Dallas made it easy by simply being himself. I’m having an increasingly hard time pushing him away, struggling to keep him at a distance. I’m also not entirely sure I want to.

  It’s been nearly six months since I’ve slept with a man. I say ‘a’ man, but Cole was only the second man I had ever slept with up until tonight when I had sex with Dallas. In high school, I lost my virginity to a guy I hung out with at a party. He was nice, but I knew that was all there was between us. He was my first, but I certainly wasn’t his. I never saw him after that. It truly didn’t bother me since I ended up meeting Cole that fall anyway.

  With Cole, our sex life had become routine and redundant. It was like pulling teeth to even get him to touch me or try new things. In hindsight, looking back on it now, it was only because he was too exhausted from having sex with my best friend to try to put in any extra effort with me.

  So, when it came to Dallas’ hands on me a few hours ago, it was like I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want him to stop. I’d had one taste, and I knew it wasn’t going to be enough. He touched me in a way that was intentional.

  He wanted me just as badly as I wanted him.

  Although we aren’t romantic in the way a couple would be, there is still a romantic notion in the idea that he wants me purely for me, not out of obligation. It feels nice to be the one desired.

  Dallas’ rules weren’t difficult to agree to. The first is completely understandable since that’s how I feel as well. There is no denying I want Dallas; I just need to figure out how deep that want goes. It was buried inside me until Dallas finally released it with his touch. His mouth explored my body, and I suddenly awakened as if it hadn’t been touched in years. Even the sex before Cole and I grew apart wasn’t as intense as it was with Dallas.

  This is an entirely different feeling, or maybe it isn’t since I haven’t slept with a man in months. That conclusion isn’t entirely clear, but I don’t care.

  My arms and legs are Jell-O. My muscles ache in the best way possible. My breasts are sore from Dallas’ mouth tugging, licking, and pulling on them. The memory of his cock inside me echoes from the inside out. Goosebumps prickle down my skin as I remember the multiple orgasms I was given tonight. Every feeling hits me one after the other.

  After Dallas and I moved from the piano to the kitchen, we moved again to his room. There was no denying I was thankful we moved to a place a bit more comfortable and one where I was able to relax afterward, but it was a place I didn’t think he would want to go to. Dallas has many secrets, and there’s a reason his second rule is to never ask about his past. A part of me questions why it’s a rule to begin with. No doubt the answer is buried somewhere here in the walls of his house, but I trust Dallas enough not to go snooping or asking questions I’m not sure I want to know the answer to.

  When I crack my eyes open, the only source of light is from the moon pouring through the two windows behind me. There are no pictures in Dallas’ room, not even a single decoration. The walls are painted a deep dark green. Placed along the far wall are two tall black dressers. It’s a very masculine room filled with rich, dark colors, but something feels empty. It’s as if his color choice makes up for the lack of furniture and decorations.

  I turn my head to find Dallas sleeping beside me. The only fabric covering his body is the bed sheet over his lower half. His hardened, muscular chest rises and falls with his drowsy breaths. His dark eyelashes rest on his all-too-perfectly sculpted cheekbones, and his hair rests across his forehead. It’s a gorgeous messy mop on the top of his head.

  I move my arm, ready to reach out and wrap it around his waist. But I stop
, remembering our rules. Girlfriends cuddle with their boyfriends after sex. Girlfriends also spend the night at their boyfriend’s house. Two people who’ve struck a deal with one another to make this as uncomplicated as possible do not do those things. Dallas and I aren’t at that level, and, fighting every instinct in me, I stop myself.

  I sit up, holding the sheet to my chest, covering myself. I take it with me as I turn. The sheet slides across Dallas’ body, but he doesn’t make a sound. He simply turns away from me before I hear his breathing even out again. I pause, making sure I haven’t woken him, and attempt to move again.

  I inch my way out of the bed, allowing the sheet to fall away behind me. I tiptoe out of Dallas’ room and head downstairs to where my clothes are still in a pile in the middle of the floor along with my phone. I quickly slide into my shorts and tank top, not bothering to put on my underwear. Instead, I bundle them inside my plaid shirt. I’m still sore, and a hot shower sounds like the perfect remedy before falling asleep in my own bed.

  I successfully and quietly shut Dallas’ front door behind me, leaving him to sleep in his bed without waking him.

  When I step outside, the night sky is still fully awake. The stars pop against the intense blue-black canvas hanging above me. It’s amazing how the farther out from the city you are, the closer you feel to nature. Living out here in the suburbs, I don’t get lost in the crowd or the upbeat city lifestyle.

  I walk with my clothes bundled inside the bend of my arm, crossing the street barefoot with my shoes in one hand and my phone clutched in my other. Suddenly, my screen lights up and my phone vibrates in my hand. Liam’s name flashes across the screen along with the time. It’s not even five in the morning—perfect timing to sneak out of Dallas’ house, just before his usual morning run. I’m sure he’s going to appreciate me dipping out before he wakes up.