Break Me (Shattered)

by Jo-Anna Walker

  She sat on the other end facing me. “It’s fine. I’ll talk to him. He’s probably having an off day. I really want you both to get along.”

  Brett’s words bounced around in my head. Maybe he was right. What if Keisha hanging out with me brought harm to her? I could never live with myself if something happened to her because of my poor choices. I rose from the couch. “Maybe I should go.”

  “No, you don’t have to leave.”

  “What if Brett’s right?” Tears welled in my eyes, but I forced them back.

  “Nothing is going to happen to me because of you. And besides, it’s not your fault that you’re irresistible.”

  I laughed, swiping under my eyes. Plopping back down on the couch, I sighed, loudly. “Ugh…this shit sucks.”

  “Do you want a drink?”

  “Sure, but no tequila.” I didn’t think I could handle any more tequila at that point.

  Keisha laughed and rose from the couch. “Mr. Tequila and I aren’t talking anyway, so how about Mr. Beer?”

  “Mr. Beer sounds good to me.”

  She walked back into the living room and handed me an ice-cold bottle.

  Popping the lid, I took a long manly sized swig. My skin sizzled with adrenaline as the anger flew through me over the whole situation. Keisha was a grown woman, but it would be her decision if she didn’t want to be friends with me any longer. Brett had no right.

  “I don’t want you to worry about my brother. He’s overprotective, but he means well.”

  I turned to her as she sat down beside me. “I think Jose wants something from me.”

  “What?”

  I looked away. “I don’t know what, and I’m kind of scared to find out.”

  “You shouldn’t go home.”

  “Where am I going to go?” My gaze flicked up to hers.

  “You can stay here.”

  “Jose doesn’t know where I…oh, shit.” A thought crossed my mind and I sat up, sitting on the edge of the couch.

  “What? What’s wrong?”

  “I just remembered that Jose called me but didn’t have my phone number. Oh God. What if he can find out where I live? Anyone can find out stuff on the Internet, right? I gave Sebastian my address and phone number. What if Jose got my number from him and now has my address too?” I was rambling, bordering on the point of hysteria.

  Keisha rose and placed a hand on my arm. “Hey, Sebastian wouldn’t just give out your information.”

  With a shaky hand, I placed my beer on the table. “What if Jose stole it from him?”

  “Tori, you’re going to drive yourself insane with all of these what-ifs.”

  I placed my head in my hands, swallowing past a lump in my throat. “I don’t want to see Jose again. I act all cool and ballsy around him, but really he scares the fucking shit out of me.”

  “He scares me too. Talk to Sebastian. Next time you see him, tell him to stay with you.”

  “What? You mean ask him to move in with me?” I turned my head toward her.

  “Or even just ask him to stay with you for a bit. Talk to him. Tell him what Jose said to you. Maybe he can figure out how to get Jose to leave you alone.” She shrugged.

  Her suggestions just might actually work. “I can’t ask him to move in, but maybe…maybe he would stay with me or something. I’ll talk to him. Maybe he can put the fear of God into Jose or something.”

  She nodded. “Okay, good. Now get some sleep. Maybe that’ll help, and tomorrow we can go shopping or something. I have the day off. Oh, and I only have one rule.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And what’s that?”

  “Whoever wakes up first has to make coffee.” She giggled.

  I laughed, relaxing some. “Deal.”

  ***

  I woke some time later to my cell phone going off. I was still in a daze, but I ended up finding it on the coffee table, forgetting that I put it there when I first got to Keisha’s last night.

  I noticed the time before I answered it. Some douche was calling me at four a.m. Sighing, I said, “Hello?”

  There was no answer. Not asking a second time, I just hung up and placed it back on the table.

  Lying back down on the couch, I remembered that Sebastian had wanted me to leave my door unlocked for him. I sighed when I saw a shadow move in front of me.

  Bolting upright, I saw a large form move across the room. It headed toward me, and I realized then that it wasn’t a shadow.

  It was a man.

  Chapter 13

  It was a very large man. He came closer to me, as if he was a lion hunting for prey.

  My heart thudded against my chest and pounded in my ears. I pushed myself back into the arm of the couch as far as I could as a cold sweat broke out on my skin.

  I wanted to yell for Keisha, but my throat closed up. I also didn’t want him to know that another person was there. I was going to protect her for as long as I could.

  As the large man came near me, my eyes squinted and I slowly began to recognize the large form approaching me.

  “Sebastian! What the hell are you doing?” I whispered loudly, not wanting to wake up Keisha.

  He didn’t say anything as he towered over me. His scent oozed off him and dove into my nostrils. The smell of him was overpowering and I loved it. Missed it.

  “How did you get in here?” I didn’t know how he found me at Keisha’s place, and I wasn’t sure if I should be freaked out, but at this point, I was so turned on that a part of me found it exhilarating. Like no matter where I was, he could get me if he wanted to, and that set my skin on fire.

  Not really giving me a chance to stew over my thoughts, he pulled my legs so I was lying down on the couch with him above me.

  “Sebastian. How did you find me?” I whispered.

  He smirked and grabbed me by the waist, flipping me onto my stomach. He leaned down, and his hot breath grazed my ear. “I’ll always find you, little one.”

  My skin hummed with excitement at his words. My breathing picked up as his hands ran up under my shirt and caressed my bare back, sending electric shivers down my spine. Now that I understood why he was here, I closed my eyes and sighed, letting him do whatever he wanted.

  I knew we needed to talk about what went on earlier that evening and about the fact that Jose said he wanted me, but right then, with my sleep filled brain; I just wanted to enjoy that moment.

  His hands smoothed down the sides of my body, igniting my skin under his touch. They skimmed over the sides of my breasts, causing me to squirm at the ticklish feeling.

  His fingers reached the waistband of my sweats, and with a yank he had them to my ankles and off of my feet in one quick move.

  Cool air roamed over my bare ass, and my heart sped up in anticipation. Liquid seeped between my legs as an aching need throbbed in my loins. I moaned as hands messaged and kneaded my ass cheeks.

  “I love your ass, little one,” he whispered in my ear.

  My breathing picked up, and grabbing onto the couch cushion under me, I fisted the fabric in my hands. My core throbbed. Ached with desire for him.

  His hands moved to my knees, spreading them apart so my foot was on the floor, opening me to him.

  I jumped and moaned as fingers grazed over my core.

  “God, you’re fucking wet for me already.” He groaned, pushing a finger and then two into me.

  “Always.” I reveled in the feel of his hands on my body again.

  He leaned down, pumping his fingers into my pussy.

  Arching my hips, I took his fingers deeper, pushing back against his hand.

  He chuckled. “Like that, baby?”

  I shuddered as teeth grazed over my tailbone. “Oh yeah.”

  “Do you like me fucking you with my fingers?”

  I moaned at his crude words. “Yes.”

  “You’re gonna break me, aren’t you, little one?” he whispered.

  I frowned, momentarily confused by his words. Did I hear him right?

 
; His fingers picked up speed, and I quickly shoved what I thought I heard to the back of my mind.

  I arched my hips as his fingers continued to penetrate me as deeply as they could possibly go. “Do you like that?”

  I licked my lips and took a couple of deep breaths. “Oh, yes.”

  “Good. I want you to come against my hand.” His fingers drove in and out of me, igniting a sheen of sweat on my skin.

  My breathing picked up as an orgasm slowly brewed from within.

  Fisting my hair, he licked my ear and moved down to my neck. “You’re hot for me.”

  Spreading my legs more, I pushed back against his hand as his fingers roughly penetrated me. “Oh, Sebastian.”

  “That’s it, baby. Come for me. Come against my fingers.” He removed his fingers completely and entered me again, filling me, going as deep as my body would allow.

  I cried out. A moment later, a tingle spread from inside as he rubbed my G-spot. Shaking, I bit my lip as an orgasm spread from my core.

  Sebastian bit my neck gently as he continued to rub that perfect spot deep within me. “Do you want more?” he asked a moment later.

  “Yes.” I breathed, my muscles still shaking from the orgasm. I heard a zipper being lowered, and my breathing picked up.

  Removing his fingers from me, he replaced them with the head of his cock. He ran it slowly over my wet core, teasing me, and I moaned as he finally lowered himself into me, slowly.

  The feeling of his clothes against my bare skin as he moved above me made goose pimples rise on my flesh.

  His one hand was on my hip, squeezing, holding me in place as he thrust in me. And his other was on the arm of the couch. He removed himself from me completely and then drove back in slowly, filling me to the brim.

  I cried out again and clapped a hand over my mouth.

  He chuckled.

  I tensed up, waiting for Keisha to catch us, but she never appeared.

  Sebastian grabbed my knees and spread them further; giving him better access as he slowly penetrated me.

  I felt an orgasm building, but it hovered, not increasing or diminishing. I whimpered and wiggled in frustration.

  “What’s wrong?” he teased.

  I needed him to pick up momentum, and I needed it now. “I need you to go…oh God…”

  “What do you want, baby?” He removed his cock from me completely, ran it over my sex, sending shivers through my whole body.

  “Please…faster,” I demanded.

  “Baby, I thought you’d never ask.”

  I moaned, arching my hips for him.

  He chuckled and lifted me onto my knees.

  I held onto the arm of the couch and waited for him to give us the release we both needed.

  He repositioned himself behind me and paused. “Ready?” he asked, his voice husky.

  “Oh God. Yes.”

  He growled and impaled me so hard that my knees rose from the couch.

  I gasped and moaned as he drove into me, surprised at myself that I didn’t actually scream. I held onto his wrist, panting at the deep impact. I pushed back, meeting him thrust for thrust as tingles spread through my body.

  “You like it deep, baby?”

  “Yes.” I moaned.

  “Good, ’cause I love filling you with my cock.”

  I panted, loving the way he spoke to me. His erotic words turned me on almost as if they were touching me themselves.

  He moved his hips faster, and the sounds of our heavy breathing filled the room. “Oh, fuck.”

  “Sebastian.” He grabbed my ponytail, pulling my head back, and covered my mouth with his. Our tongues meshed and moved as one. Our bodies moved together, and he swallowed my scream as another orgasm shattered my insides, leaving me quaking under him.

  “Shiiit.” A moment later, he joined me with his own release. Slowing his hips, he kissed me one last time and removed himself from me.

  I felt a sense of loss at the emptiness as I flopped back down on the couch, but it was quickly forgotten as sleepiness took over. “Don’t leave,” I said, yawning.

  He kissed me on the nose, that sexy, smug grin of his splaying on his face. “As much I want to bury my cock deep in your pussy again and for the rest of the night, I don’t think Keisha would like seeing me here in the morning.”

  My skin heated at his words, but I was too tired and satiated to argue.

  He put my pants back on me and pulled them up to my waist, then covered me with my blanket.

  I heard him do up his pants as my eyes grew heavy. I guess my questioning over him wanting me again or not was answered. Before I dozed off, a warm breath washed over my ear, followed by a light kiss. “Dream of me, little one.”

  ***

  I woke up a couple of hours later feeling completely satisfied and happy with myself. Then I remembered why. I didn’t dream my late-night encounter with Sebastian, did I? My loins quivered and ached in response. Maybe I did.

  Sitting up, I gasped. Areas of my body were sore from all of this attention that it usually didn’t get. Nope, definitely wasn’t a dream.

  I did have other dreams of him though. Naughty R-rated dreams that made my skin tingle just from the memory of them.

  Walking into Keisha’s kitchen, I found her coffeepot. The coffee was sitting right beside it, so luckily I didn’t have to search the whole kitchen for it.

  I leaned against the counter, waiting for the coffee to finish brewing, thinking about my visit that morning from Sebastian. My emotions were scattered all over the place as I realized that I probably shouldn’t have given in to him so easily. Not like he gave me a choice really.

  You’re gonna break me, aren’t you?

  Did he really say that, and what did that even mean?

  I searched through the cupboards until I found a mug. I brought down two and placed them on the counter. I grabbed some milk out of the fridge when I heard a shuffling behind me. I turned to see Keisha strolling in, and I laughed. “Not a morning person, are we?”

  She grumbled and made some noises that sounded like a zombie.

  I laughed and poured myself some coffee. A thought occurred to me, and I really hated to ask, but I knew I had to. “Keisha…”

  She held up a hand as she took her first sip of coffee. I waited as she moaned into her cup.

  Turning to me, her eyes were brighter. “What’s up?”

  Well, that was fast.

  Oh, crap, how was I going to ask her this?

  I sighed. I was just going to ask and get it over with. “Did you hear any strange noises last night?”

  She frowned. “Strange noises? No, not really. I’m a heavy sleeper, and I also sleep with music on, so I don’t usually hear anything.”

  I breathed a sigh of relief and covered it by taking a sip of my coffee.

  “Why do you ask?”

  “Oh…I just thought I heard something. That’s all.” I went back to sipping my coffee, my cheeks heating.

  “Okay.” Her eyebrows lowered as if she was seeing right through my lie.

  I turned and walked to the couch. Sitting, I groaned as my sore muscles throbbed.

  “What’s wrong with you?”

  “Oh, my body’s stiff apparently. The couch isn’t the comfiest. I didn’t sleep well.” I was such a bad liar.

  “Ah.” Yup, she could definitely see right through me.

  I leaned forward and placed my coffee on the table.

  “Why is the door unlocked?”

  My eyes widened and I gasped, which then turned into me choking.

  “Are you okay?”

  I nodded, clearing my throat. Well, that seemed to distract her from the door being unlocked. I grabbed my phone and went to the last message I got from Sebastian. I typed up a quick text reading Next time, make sure you lock the door, ass, and I hit Send.

  Maybe then he would think about coming to me in the middle of the night and actually call first.

  After our coffees and some much needed girl talk, I le
ft and headed for home, needing to get ready for our day of shopping.

  As I walked, my muscles tightened and strained against the movement. Memories of my early morning visitor flashed in my head, and warm tingles spread over my skin.

  Oh, what I wouldn’t give for another visit like that, and soon.

  Chapter 14

  A couple of weeks had passed since I’d heard from Sebastian or even Jose for that matter. No phone calls, no late night visitors, Sebastian didn’t even show up at the coffee shop. I started to really miss him.

  Work was going really well, but the way I was going, it would take forever to pay off my school loans.

  It now being the weekend, I decided to stay in and do absolutely nothing, but I was missing something. Since the last time I saw Sebastian, he’d been in every single one of my dreams. Coming to me in the middle of the night, having his way with me, and then leaving right after. I always woke achy and sore for him. Every time I walked past my phone, I picked it up to text him but then quickly decided against it, not wanting to seem in the least bit desperate. But I was desperate for him. I needed him like I needed air to breathe.

  Sighing, I grabbed my phone from the table and scrolled to Sebastian’s name. I typed up a text. Call me.

  My thumb hovered over the Send key. Did it sound desperate? I sighed deeply and hit Send anyway. Would he actually call me or just show up? My loins quivered at that thought. Ah, yes, my body had missed him too, apparently.

  Now that I thought about it, he never even responded to my text the morning after the last time I saw him. I frowned at that, and anxiety swirled in my belly. I really hoped everything was okay.

  Keeping busy with work had helped distract me from thoughts of Sebastian…somewhat, but not enough. My coworkers were also nice, and my boss treated me well, and it came with benefits.

  Keisha and I had regular coffee dates, and I occasionally saw Brett. We would just say hi in passing, but since our fight, I decided to stay away from him for a while.

  Keisha would keep me up to date on the club and how he was doing when I asked, but other than that, she wouldn’t mention him.