Page 53 of Broken Pieces

I chuckle into her mouth. “Really? Even after all of that?”

“Yep,” she nods. “If I had known that this is what fucking you would be like I would have dropped the hating act a long time ago. You should have shown me sooner.”

I laugh out loud at that. Loving how easy it is between us after what just happened. But despite the fucking, I still feel the tension between us, like one time is not enough.

She presses up onto her elbows. “It’s never been like this for me, you know.”

“How’s that?” I ask.

She looks away from me. “Easy,” she whispers.

“Easy how?” Because I really have no fucking clue what she means by that and I am worried what her answer might be.

“I don’t know how to explain it, Brooks. But you just make everything seem easy, even when I was hating you. You don’t put expectations on me. And I like it. And I want easy. I want no obligation. I want it just to be this. You, me, fucking, whenever we want, without the complications of everything else.”

I think I have died and gone to heaven because those are the words I wish every girl would tell me. No relationships. No expectations. Just us.

And hopefully a lot of fucking.

“I think I can agree to that.”

She smiles at me. “I didn’t think it would be a problem for you.”

“Oh Blue, the only problem is going to be not fucking you all day, every day.”

She traces a finger along my chest, “I never said that couldn’t be arranged.”

My dick starts to harden. It’s still inside of her and she must feel it because she grinds into my body and says, “Maybe we should start now.”

And start now we do.