Break Me

by Ashley Christin

  Wait….did I just say I need her?

  At that thought, I allow her to take the wheel and am brought back to the sexy-as-fuck woman taking control on top of me.

  “Get out of your head,” she whispers as she bends down to nibble on my earlobe. Slowing her pace, she sits back up and continues to slowly torture me. I graze my hands up her sides, staring into those blue eyes the whole time, starting from her hips to the side of her chest as she lets out a soft moan. I palm both of her breasts in my hands softly pinching both of her nipples. She moans my name.

  The confession she almost made and seeing her like this, so vulnerable and all mine, hits me hard. Makes me want more from her.

  I move my hands down to her hips, digging my fingers into her skin while pushing up into her and groan, “Fucking,” thrust, “perfect.” Taking back some sense of control, I quicken the pace.

  “So close,” she breathes.

  I watch her come undone around me as she throws her head back, curls cascading down her back. Feeling her pulse around me, mixed with the sight of Brealynn in bliss, makes me fucking lose it. I pumped into her one last time, finding my own release. She slumps down onto my chest as a contented sigh escapes her lips. Surprisingly, I feel exactly the same way.

  She just shattered all my walls during mind-blowing sex. I just hope when she realizes it, she doesn’t get cut on any of the sharp pieces she’s bound to find laying around.

  Brealynn

  “Cover yourself before I help myself!” Kelsey calls out as she slams the door shut with her foot and walks into the room carrying a basket of laundry. Colt quickly stirs awake and tries to steal back some of the covers from me while I try to take in the situation.

  “Fuck, B!” he shouts, panicked, while unsuccessfully getting the covers back, leaving his hands as the only option to cover his privates. I smile inside.

  I mean, it is funny. Morning wood and all.

  “I think you already fucked ‘B’ last night, asshole. Get dressed. Damn. It’s not even right to look that sexy.” Kelsey tosses him his pants.

  “Like what you see?” Colt tries to play off his uneasiness as he stands up, turning around to dress. I pick that time to sit up, cupping the covers around my body.

  “Where have you been?”

  “Well, I came in last night to see naked bodies, for one. Then I went out this morning and came back to see Colt’s penis saluting me. So far, NOT a successful day. Do you not have your own bed?” she says with a fake sense of kindness, stare pinned on Colt, her head tilted to the side.

  Buttoning his shorts, he leans down and places a soft kiss on my forehead. “I like this one better.”

  “Barf.” Kelsey rolls her eyes and turns to pull clothes out of the basket. Colt bends down and grabs his shirt, giving me a nice view of his ass, and throws it on over his head. I can see every muscle outlined on his abdomen as he stretches to pull his shirt down.

  “You better get dressed, B. I don’t know how long I can stand you looking at me like that. Just knowing you’re still naked in that bed and not being able to have you is driving me crazy.”

  “Heeellllloooo,” Kelsey draws out as she whirls around to face us and points to herself. “Still in the room, you sex maniacs.”

  I immediately start to blush. I can’t believe he just said that with Kelsey right here. He must notice my sudden color change because he starts laughing that hearty laugh, the one that comes from deep inside. I love it. It’s nice to see him let his demons go, if even for a minute. Colt bends down and places a kiss on my lips.

  “I’ll see you soon, B.” And with that, he walks his sexy ass out of my dorm room.

  Kelsey is folding our laundry. I’m so glad she decided to wash a load because my mind has been elsewhere. Like the gutter.

  “So, where have you been, Kels?” I grill her as I pull my shirt over my head.

  “Hanging with Savannah since my best bitch has been ankles up.”

  “Sorry ‘bout that. What about your one-night stand? Haven’t gone back for seconds?” I tease. Putting my hair into a messy bun, I pad across the room to help her fold the clothes.

  “He is not going back for second’s material,” she discloses, looking down and folding her shirt.

  I get the feeling she doesn’t even want to talk about this guy.

  That’s weird.

  “What’s up, Kels? Talk to me.” My voice is soft as I sit down on her bed and pat the spot next to me.

  “I just made a very, very bad choice, Brea. End of story. Nothing to talk about here. Move along.” She waves her hand and picks up another piece of clothing.

  “Kels. I’m so sorry. I’m here if you need me. I am always here for you. You know that. You’re my best bitch. Always. Besties before testies,” I say with a slight smile, holding up my fist for her to bump. I can tell that the one-night stand is eating her up inside. I hate that she feels that way, but we are all entitled a few fuck-ups in our lives.

  “It’s all good. I’ve just been missing my bestie.” She blows up our fist bump.

  Yeah, it’s lame, but that’s just us.

  “Let’s do something tonight! Anything, you pick,” I encourage her. She looks at me mischievously.

  “Karaoke!” she shrieks with excitement.

  Shit. How can I say no to that face?

  “Done. You find the place and we will go.”

  She squeals. Yes, squeals.

  “Sweet! I will let the girls know!”

  A night away from Colt will be hard, but it’s what I need. His presence clouds up my judgement, and I need to evaluate this thing we have going on without his cock between us.

  Colt

  I pull up in front of our house and throw my Ford Raptor in park. Parker texted me this morning and asked me to come over before I was so fucking rudely awakened by B’s firecracker of a best friend. That girl will take down any of us. Not fucking lying. Strolling through the front door, I hear Parker, Landon, and Tim playing PlayStation before I see them.

  “Fuck, dude! Get your shit together!” Landon curses.

  “Fuck your face!” Tim shouts back.

  “What are you douchebags up to?” I tease as I take a seat on the couch.

  “Beating these little bitch asses is what’s up!” Parker triumphs and the other two guys mumble profanities.

  “What was up with your text this morning? You said you needed to talk to me?”

  “Yeah, umm, not right now, though,” he says moving his eyes between everyone.

  Weird.

  “I need to get out to the box. You want to spill your guts now or when I’m done?”

  Parker looks around the room with a frustrated gaze and then his eyes land on mine.

  “Follow me.” He stands up and makes his way upstairs.

  I look at Landon and Tim like ‘what the fuck is up’ and then head after him. Once we reach the game room, he proceeds through the spare bedroom door. He sits down on the bed and motions for me to shut the door.

  I could cut the tension in this room with a knife.

  What the fuck is his deal?

  “I need to tell you something.” All emotion is void from his voice, and now I am worried.

  “I hope you didn’t knock someone up.” My look is playful, but my voice is serious.

  “Damn, dude! I’m trying to be serious with you here for one motherfucking second!” His eyes become more stressed as he talks.

  “Okay, sorry.” I can tell whatever it is, is weighing him down.

  “I had sex with Kelsey.” His voice is remorseful as his eyes are set on mine. Unwavering.

  Did I hear him right? How in the hell did he manage that?

  “You fucked Kelsey?” I deadpan. I don’t think it’s quite set in, so I attempt to question him again. “What do you mean? You had sex with Kelsey? How could you let this shit happen?”

  Parker fucks ‘em and leaves ‘em as fast as I do, as fast as I did. The fact that he had sex with Kelsey just complicates things,
mainly for me. I don’t need all the drama that will certainly follow his decision.

  “Things are different with Kelsey. I can’t explain it.” Defeat is all over his face as his shoulders sag.

  “You better get to talking. Shit, Brealynn’s going to be pissed that you fucked over her best friend. “

  “You can’t tell her! Kelsey doesn’t want anything to come of this. She doesn’t want anyone to know.” His voice shakes at his comment.

  “Shouldn’t that make you happy? I mean, I do not see the issue here.”

  “It should,” he says leveling his stare right back at me.

  “So, what now? You telling me that you care for this girl? ‘Cause I find that hard to believe.”

  “I’m not sure what I feel. Shit! I’m just trying to tell you, brother. I want you to know, but you can’t tell Brealynn. Kelsey will fuckin’ cut me. You care for someone, even after…” His sentence drops off as his eyes hit the floor. We still can’t talk about it. Parker looks back up at me and adds, “Is it really that hard to believe that maybe I could as well?”

  I run my hands down my face and sigh. “I guess not.”

  I haven’t even admitted to myself how much I care for Brealynn more than what we do between the sheets. I will admit there is something there, but how deep that actually runs past me wanting to be the only man to touch her, I don’t know. So, how am I supposed to give him advice?

  “I can’t get her off my mind!” I’ve never seen Parker is such a panic. “Fuck! She won’t even talk to me anymore!” he says grabbing his head. I walk over to the bed and sit down beside him.

  “What’s her deal?” I don’t see why Kelsey wouldn’t be interested in Parker.

  “She just said she can’t. She can’t be with me. The girl drives me batshit crazy, but I kind of like it and her. I can be myself around her. That shit means a lot, but now she’s cut me out.”

  “Throw that Taylor charm on her and she will come around,” I say patting him on the back. He looks defeated, and I hate it. I don’t like seeing my brother hurting. We’ve already been through enough for our lifetime.

  Brealynn

  We chose The 903 because we love the patio bar, along with the great atmosphere. Wooden picnic tables litter the outside area with a million twinkling lights strung around the place. An old rustic bar that opens to the outside crowd keeps everyone’s drinks flowing and karaoke fans gather inside to sing their favorite tunes. I told Colt that we were having a girls’ night, and even though his voice was tense on the phone, he had no problem with it. I’m here for Kelsey. She is also why we are up next to sing our little drunk hearts out. Savannah and Hannah bailed on our karaoke plan.

  Lucky bitches.

  “Brealynn and Kelsey! You ladies have the MIC!” I hear a deep male voice rumble through the bar. The crowd has grown double since we originally signed up. “Last call for Brealynn and Kelsey.”

  Shit, guess it’s now or never. Kelsey grabs my hand before I can think about following the never part of that statement and drags me up on the stage. We chose our song earlier in the night when we signed up. As ‘Shake It Off’ by Taylor Swift comes pouring through the speakers, we show the world, or at least all of 903, our awesome dance skills as we shake our asses to the music.

  Seriously, we rock this song.

  I scan the crowd and almost fumble on the lyrics.

  Colt is at the front door of the bar with Parker, who has his arm around some girl. All three are just staring at Kelsey and me as we sing about an ex that brings his new girlfriend around. Taylor Swift really knows how to write some great songs. I scan my eyes back over to Colt, who has this shit-eating grin on his face. His eyes are dancing with amusement as we finish the last verse, shaking our butts. I look next to him at Parker, who has his sights set beside me on Kelsey as she hits every word. I look between the two of them, confused.

  Finishing the song, we hand over the microphones and both walk off the stage laughing into each other. That was so much fun and she was right: a girls’ night was much needed. Colt’s stare is heated with lust and unapologetic as we make our way over to them.

  Colt

  I quickly wrap Brealynn up in my arms. I need to feel her body close to mine. I’ve missed her way more than I should have today.

  “Who’s that with Parker?” she whispers in my ear. The thought passes through my mind that maybe Kelsey told Brealynn about her and Parker, but I quickly disregard it. She would have spilled that news to me already if she did. I stomp down the urge to tell her myself; it’s not my place. I promised my brother.

  “Some girl.” I shrug as she leans into me and rises to her tiptoes to place a kiss on my lips. My hands grip her backside through tight denim shorts that display her tan, slender legs. Damn, how did I luck out with this bombshell? I just hope she sees me for me and not who I used to be. My ghosts always come back to haunt me. They always seem to pop up at the worst times.

  “It’s girls’ night, so unless you boys have lady parts…” Kelsey mischievously glares at their group, and then adds, “Who’s your friend?” She looks between Parker and his date with a look of distaste.

  “Hi. My name’s Sam,” his date sweetly says. Her brown hair falls over the green of her eyes. The smile she carries never wavers as she stares at Parker.

  “Is she your girlfriend or something?” Brealynn’s loud voice filters over the music.

  “Or something,” Parker states while he stares Kelsey down, who seems indifferent as she looks past him. The tension is thick and I feel Brealynn is the only one who doesn’t know why. Damn, maybe I should fill her in? At that thought, Parker glares at me. Shit. Does he know what I’m thinking?

  “Let’s get a drink!” Brealynn seems determined as she drags me by one hand and Kelsey with the other outside to the patio bar. As we place our orders, Parker is faking interest in Sam. I know that game all too well. I keep seeing him glancing over at Kelsey.

  It may not be today or tomorrow, but I think my little brother has finally met his match. I just wonder who will rip who apart first.

  Brealynn

  Omigosh! I’m so wasted. Hahahaha. Oh shit.

  I squint one of my eyes in Colt’s direction.

  ‘One eyeing it,’ as Kelsey and I say.

  “I can’t wait to get you alone,” Colt whispers in my ear while his hand squeezes my thigh. We are practically on top of each other as we sit at the table.

  “Do you think you stand a chance, big boy?” I say, a little drunk.

  Just a little.

  “I think the odds are in my favor,” he smirks, his hand slowly inching up my thigh.

  “Hey!” Savannah hollers as I look in her direction, and Colt’s hand stops.

  “What’s up?” I place my chin on my fist while resting my elbow on the table.

  “Have you seen the guys Kelsey is talking to?” Concern is laced in her voice.

  “Nope,” I say, emphasizing on the ‘p’ sound.

  “Well, you might want to check on her. She’s over there,” she says pointing to the back corner of the patio while looking at me with knowing eyes.

  Dammit.

  I look at Colt and inform him, “I will BRB.”

  When I get drunk, sometimes I talk in text.

  Judge me, bitches.

  I stand up, leaving Colt at the table, and weave in and out of people. I finally find Kelsey talking to a set of guys.

  “Hey, you sexy ass bitch!” Throwing my hands in the air, I dance my way toward her. Hopefully, my dance moves are on point, but it’s doubtful. This gets her attention. It always does.

  “Hey! It’s my best bitch!” she yells, and at that, all the guys in the group look up at me with a fuck-me look.

  Not tonight, boys.

  “What are you up to?”

  “Well, I’m talking to Jeremy here, and he just ordered us a round of shots. You down?” Kelsey stares me down. Like I have to say ‘yes.’

  I know she is trying to run game on these b
oys because that’s what they are, skinny and..is that a milkstashe? Yeah, you get my drift.

  “Oh, yeah, for sure.”

  “Sweet!” she replies with a big smile. About this time, the waitress brings the tequila shots with lemon wedges.

  “You can have my shot,” Mr. Tall, lanky, and so not getting fucked tonight, also known as Matt, says.

  “Thanks!” I pick it up and down it.

  It burns so good.

  “Brea! You didn’t wait for any of us!” Kelsey whines and then her eyes are round before she sets the shot glass down.

  Colt throws his arm around me. “Babe, I ordered another round. When are you coming back to the table?”Jealousy laces his voice. Now I know why Kelsey’s face seemed shocked.

  “I came to get Kels. I lost her.” I pout.

  “Kelsey, bring your ass. Let’s go,” Colt states with mild firmness.

  When I look up at him like ‘what the hell,’ I see Parker right behind him.

  What the fuck.

  “I don’t have to leave with y’all cavemen. Kelsey. Wants. To. Stay,” she states, pronouncing each word and pointing to her chest.

  Colt looks like he is getting more pissed by the minute.

  “Get your ass out of this damn bar,” Parker demands.

  Is he serious right now?

  “Fuck you both. I want to stay here. With, what was your name again?” She laughs looking at one of the guys.

  “Jeremy,” he says, looking unsure if he should have even mentioned his name. If I were him, I wouldn’t have, not with the Taylor boys glaring at him.

  That’s for sure.

  “Right. I want to stay here with Jeremy. I’ll meet you back at the dorms, Brea,” she says trying to make her point. Kelsey’s eyes scream that she’s on a mission. What is she running from? My gut is telling me this isn’t all about her missing bestie time.