“Does he finger you?”
“Umm . . . sometimes,” I say.
“Does he suck on his fingers after he fingers you?”
“Uh, no, that’s not Brian.”
“That’s the best fucking part,” Breaker says as he wets his lips. “I love tasting a woman. I love having the flavor of her on my tongue as I drive into her.”
“Oh, yeah, Brian has not done that,” I say stupidly as I try to look away from his magnetic eyes.
“How does he fuck you? Does he tie you down? Does he let you ride him? Does he use toys?”
I swallow and wish at this moment that I had a drink, anything to quench my thirst from this conversation.
“Just regular, you know, nothing too fancy. Like, we do, uh, different positions, but nothing outside of that realm.” I cover my face and say, “This is so embarrassing.”
“Why?” he asks, lowering my hands from my face.
“Because clearly you’re more voracious in bed, and I look like a basic, vanilla bean girl compared to you.”
“Don’t compare yourself. That’s the first way to make yourself feel bad.”
“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.”