“Broken”—Seether
“Jazz, we can’t keep doing this,” he said as he drove hard into me, fingers entwined with mine as he pressed my palms to the wall. The contrast between the black gloves over his hands and the soft tan of mine was mesmerizing.
“Just fuck me, Nico,” I demanded to get his mind off his worries and back to the task at hand.
We couldn’t tell my brother yet. There was no way Jude would believe I was in the right frame of mind to make a decision like that. Especially after he told me his club brothers were off-limits—that he didn’t want them “sniffing around me.” After the night Nico had been patched, I let him believe I didn’t approve of the club. It made it easier to not have anything to do with them. If I suddenly wanted a relationship with one of his brothers, he’d think I was off my rocker.
Savagely, Nico pounded into me. My tits that he’d pulled out of the cups of my bra bounced with each movement. The elastic of my leggings cut into my thighs as they spread to make room for him. All the memories receded, and nothing remained in my head but the floating numbness and the pleasure centered where we were joined.
Guilt curdled in my stomach, rising like bile in my throat. That I was using what we had to keep the awful memories at bay was downright sacrilege. But it was the only time I felt human. It seemed only when Nico was fucking me did the flashbacks fade to the shadows and I could feel again. The harder the better.
Because of that, he’d become my addiction. If I had my way, he’d be buried deep in my body twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. I’d remain constantly high from his touch.
One hand released mine as he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back until the curve of my neck was so tight, I could barely swallow. “Fuck you?” he ground out as his lips brushed against my ear. “That’s what you want?”
“Yesss,” I hissed, pushing my thoughts away.
His breath fluttered over the column of my neck, hot and sensuous as his lips branded the skin. With each violent thrust, it huffed harder before he pushed me over the edge by biting that sensitive spot at the base where it met my shoulder.
Stars flashed behind my eyelids as I fought the hold on my hair. As my orgasm crashed over and over like waves on the jagged rocks in a storm, my body struggled to curl inward to savor the sweet ecstasy pulsing through me.
“Fuck, Jazz, you’re killing me. So fucking tight. Goddamn,” he mumbled between hot kisses to my exposed nape, but he didn’t stop. He didn’t let up until his cock swelled thicker in my core and his hips gave one last thrust before he tensed at my back. The throbbing of his length against my walls set off another orgasm.
I had to bite my tongue and hold my breath to stop myself from screaming.
He released my hair and rested his head at the top of my back. Breathing labored and ragged, he didn’t move.
“Holy shit,” I muttered as little ripples of pleasure continued.
“You can say that again,” he agreed as he heaved a heavy sigh and withdrew. The emptiness I experienced when he vacated my pussy went deeper than just his cock stretching me. The moment he pulled out, I became hollow.
As he tied the condom, I righted my clothes and smoothed my hair.
Despite the incredible magic we’d just made, his jaw popped and clenched as he ripped off one glove over the evidence of what we’d done. Then he held it in the other hand and pulled off that one, leaving everything inside it. Angrily, he tossed the black ball of gloves in the trash.
Uncertain of his mood, I chewed on my lip as I watched him.
Then he began cleaning up the ink pots and everything he’d used to finish the tattoo on my shoulder. As I pulled my shirt over my head, the plastic he’d covered it with before we fucked like animals crinkled.
“Is it okay?” he asked in an emotionless tone, refusing to look at me.
I nodded, and there was a quick knock on the door before it popped open. “Goddamn, it smells like straight sex… in… here,” Ghost said, trailing off as he realized I was in the room. His eyes widened as his gaze bounced from me to Nico and back. With each movement I watched the pieces click. Resignation registered in his eyes.
“Uh, Faith said you didn’t have anyone on the schedule. I wouldn’t have barged in if I’d known you were, uh, working,” Ghost said as he uncomfortably gripped the back of his neck.
My heart was slamming into my ribcage as I realized we’d been caught and wondered what Ghost was going to do. Fear that he would tell someone made my hands tremble. He’d warned me off before, and I was afraid he’d feel obligated to say something now.
“I cleared my schedule so I could finish Jazz’s ink,” Nico said with absolute lack of emotion as he washed his hands. When he turned back around as he dried them, his lashes lifted, and he met my gaze but quickly looked away.
“Ohhhh-kay,” Ghost said, sensing the tension thick in the air. “I’ll just wait out in the waiting room.”
Thankfully, he didn’t say anymore, but he gave me an uncomfortable smile and about-faced his ass out of the room.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, conscious of the now open door.
“Why? You got what you wanted, right?” His words were snide, and my mouth dropped open in surprise.
“What?”