Glass Heart Hero: A Dark High School Romance

by Lindsey Iler

  “She’s great, Breaker. I don’t understand how you two never dated.” She covers her face with her arm. I lift it, catching a peek of her faint smile. “What?”

  “Baby, I don’t date.”

  “Oh, I forgot.” She sits up, wiggling her fingers in the air, playfully mocking me. “Now, explain your relationship with her. I don’t know much, but I would like to.”

  I stand from the bed, traipse over to my dresser and take out a t-shirt, tossing it at her chest.

  “Put this on, crawl into bed, and we’ll talk.” I slide under the covers and watch her undress. Her body is flawless. She gives me her back, reaching behind to unhook her bra. Her gaze is delicate as she grins over her shoulder. My t-shirt slips over her head and falls into place, teasing her thighs as she faces me, standing on the opposite end of the mattress.

  I run my fingers up and down her thighs, tickling her bare skin. “Have I ever told you how much I love seeing you draped in my clothes?”

  “Quit changing the subject.”

  “Fine, you want the truth?”

  “What is with guys asking that? Like there’s some poor girl roaming amongst you who loves to be lied to.” She grins. “Answer the question, baby.”

  I sit up and lean against the headboard, placing Delaney right where I want her. On my lap. I glance away, knowing damn well if she has long enough to look in my eyes, she’ll see the turmoil I’m trying to hide.

  “You had a life before me, Breaker. It’s okay. Whatever she meant to you, I’m not jealous of those emotions because I know you’re mine.” She presses a quick kiss to my lips. “Now, spill it, or else I’ll never let you inside me ever again.”

  “You sure that’s the game you want to play, Delaney?” Her eyes follow my tongue as it glides along the corner of my mouth. She starts to slide off my lap, and I hold her in place. “Fine, we can talk about this, but this is it. Never again.”

  “Deal.” She swivels her hips, knowing damn well what she’s doing.

  “Madison was an escape, nothing more, but I felt protective of her. We connected in a way I didn’t expect, but it didn’t go any further than the bedroom. It ended with a climax, so don’t get this crazy idea that there’s some romantic undertone to our friendship. There never has been,” I plead, hoping she understands my compulsion to make certain she realizes there’s no reason to be threatened by Madison.

  “She clearly satisfied you.”

  “Jesus, baby.” I cringe, knowing this will only put me in deep water, treading to save my life.

  “Humor me,” she pleads.

  “Madison let me do things to her I’d never done before. Yes, I took her virginity, but she never told me no. It became a game, she and I,” I elaborate, hating myself for it, but knowing damn well Delaney needs to know everything for this to work.

  “Okay.” She shrugs, crawling off my lap.

  I lunge from the bed and wrap my arms around her waist, yanking her to me. Her heart thumps against my hand that’s flat on her chest. The beat is steady. She’s trying to keep it under control.

  “You jealous?” I whisper in her ear.

  “Not at all,” she says, spinning in my arms. “Madison is beautiful, so I get it.”

  “You get it?” Disbelief courses through me. “What exactly do you get?”

  “I get why you’d be into her.” Delaney’s cheeks flush, and she glances away.

  “I’m more into you,” I say, changing the subject, but not letting the sordid thoughts I’m having get too far away in my head.

  With a tight grip on her waist, I lead us backwards to the bed and poke my finger into her chest, silently instructing her to fall to the mattress. I loom above her, watching her legs squeeze together. She desires a relief she’ll never be able to find on her own.

  I grab the hem of my shirt and yank it off, throwing it to the floor.

  “You’ll start a fire if you rub ‘em together like that for too long.” I reach down, putting my hand between her knees to caress her soft skin, then ease myself to the mattress until my legs have her trapped, blocking her from moving an inch. “Now, answer me this, Delaney Chambers.” I loosen the knot on my sweatpants, letting them hang on my hips.

  Her eyes devour me. “Anything.”

  I press my body into hers and place one hand above her head to keep enough space for me to bend down and whisper, “Have you ever been touched by a girl?”

  “What?” The single word, laced with fear, anticipation, and confusion, is answer enough.

  “But you’d like to,” I guess.

  “I mean, I don’t know.” She covers her chest with her hand. If she thinks that’s going to distract me from the flush spreading along her skin, she’s dead wrong. Nothing can shield the truth.

  “Close your eyes,” I instruct. When she doesn’t immediately, I nip at her earlobe. “Trust me, baby. Close your eyes.”

  They flutter with an intensity I couldn’t explain if I had a million years to link the words together. I ease away from the bed and smile, watching her under my complete control. She trusts me with her body, and that’s not something I take lightly. It’s a fucking gift.

  “Women are soft, a perfect counterpart to men. We’re rough, made of edges of broken mirrors. You can see yourself in us, but you aren’t always willing to notice our similarities. You purposefully look away because you’re afraid of the parts we’re both made of.” I pace the small space beside the bed, watching her chest rise and fall with my words. “You’re delicate, and yet, you’re so willing to walk into a room with someone who only knows how to destroy.”

  “Breaker.” She says my name like a sinful prayer. I skim my finger over her thighs, dancing my flesh against hers.

  “That’s why I’m not surprised you’ve thought about what it would be like to have a girl touch you. You touch yourself, after all.” I move her hand to the apex of her thighs, directing her where to touch. “You know what feels good because it’s a woman’s body. You know every secret spot, your secret spot.”

  Delaney runs her finger over her panties. Her legs part, giving her a better angle to pleasure herself.

  “Fuck,” I whisper. My hand finds my cock, rubbing from base to tip.

  When I can’t take it anymore, I give into temptation. To feel her, taste her. Own her. I drop to my knees and wrap my fingers through the string of her panties and tug them down her body, tortuously slow, watching the white fabric pinch at her skin.

  “There isn’t a single thing a man can do for you that a woman can’t. Physically speaking,” I say, smoothing my hands around her ankles and yanking her to the edge of the mattress. “Sit up,” I demand. She obeys, but when her eyes start to open, I place my fingers over them. “Keep your eyes closed, though, baby.”

  “What are you trying to prove, Breaker?” Delaney asks.

  “Arms up.” I ignore her question. The fabric of my shirt she’s wearing is under my control as I ease it up, pausing right before exposing her nipples. She bites at the tender skin of her lip when I yank it over her head.

  I spread her legs farther. Being on my knees puts me in the perfect position to see her pussy glistening with want. There’s nothing stopping me from running my tongue along her perfect slit, but not yet. We’ll both need to be patient.

  “A girl’s fingers are soft and gentle. She’ll never touch you in a way you don’t want.”

  “Who’s she?”

  “Whoever you want her to be.” I climb my fingers up her thighs, trying to be as soft as my harsh hands are capable of. “She’ll probably start here.” I run the pad of my thumb over her clit. Her body bucks in response. “And then, when she knows you’re ready, she won’t be too eager. She’ll slowly slip her finger in you, enough to wake your body up and send sparks flying. Her lips will graze your skin in a way you never expect.” I kiss along her collarbone, mimicking my words. “So soft and demanding.”

  “And then what?” Delaney touches my hair, but I take her hand away.

 
“And then when you think you know what her next move will be—because you practically share a brain—she’ll surprise you.” I move away from her body and roll her onto her stomach. With a quick movement, I have her on her hands and knees. “She’ll graze her slick tongue along your pussy, tasting how sweet you are, and never regret allowing herself to be free with you.”

  A guttural moan escapes Delaney.

  “You like the way she licks you, baby?” I play the tip of my tongue over her clit, feeling her insides clench on demand. “She’s greedy for every drop you’re willing to give her.”

  I drive a finger inside her, a little rough this time. When my thumb runs over her puckered hole, she grabs a pillow and buries her face in it, blocking her screams from reaching every corner of the house.

  “Oh god!” Delaney groans as I press a little harder.

  I shimmy my pants down enough to expose my hard cock.

  “You know how I said a girl can give you everything a guy can?” I practically plaster myself over her back, while playing with both of her holes. Delaney nods frantically. “There’s one thing a girl can never do for you that I can.”

  “What’s that?” Delaney’s voice is raspy and wanton as I remove my fingers. I immediately miss her slick warmth.

  “This.” I grab my cock and rub it along her, using her desire to slick my tip, knowing damn well once I start, it will be an easy entrance. My hip thrusts, and before I can utter another word, my hands have hold of her hips, and I’m fucking her. “No one, man or woman, will make you feel like fire is racing through your veins like I can, because this pussy,”—I rear back and plunge forward—“it belongs to me, and you know damn well what you do to me.” I rub circles on her clit, knowing she’s almost there. “Go ahead, sweetheart, and come.”

  An earth-shattering orgasm has her body shaking, sending me straight over the ledge to find my own release.

  “You proved your point,” Delaney says, rolling over and tugging the blanket over us.

  “Now all I can think about is another girl touching you!” I exclaim, grinning at the ceiling. “This may have backfired on me.”

  She rolls over, smirking at my persistent erection. “Yeah, well, sweet dreams, baby. For your sake, I hope I’m nicer to you in your dreams than you were to me just now.” There’s nothing but humor on her tongue. She kisses me quickly, then gives me her defiant, beautiful back, purposefully grinding it in my dick.

  Touché.

  *****

  “You could have given me a heads-up about Madison,” Byron says as he bursts into the kitchen, scaring the fuck out of me. He claps his hand on my shoulder, attempting to calm me. “Didn’t mean to sneak up on you, man. Sorry. But for real, you could’ve warned me.”

  “Warned you about what?” I laugh, knowing damn well what he means.

  “Next time you fuckers invite someone to stay at the house, please let me know they’re in my room.” He grabs a banana from the fruit bowl on the island and peels it before taking a bite, talking through his chews. “I climbed into bed with her last night.”

  “Well, since we never know where the hell you are unless we see you in school, it’s kind of hard to do that. Maybe you should replace your cell phone and stop living off the grid like a fucking psychopath.” I grin, leaning against the counter.

  Palmer comes down the stairs and pours herself a bowl of cereal, followed by Delaney. Dixon and Reagan pass through, and a few seconds later, Dixon returns, looking like a sad puppy.

  “Reagan running off again?” Delaney asks.

  “She doesn’t know where she fits into this yet, is all,” Dixon explains.

  Delaney and Palmer have the same wide-eyed, don’t-want-to-say-anything expression on their faces. If he’s not worried, then none of us should be.

  “We’re running a fucking orphanage at this point,” Byron says.

  Madison comes up behind him and grabs the banana from his hand, making a show of taking a huge bite out of it and handing over the peel.

  “Jesus fucking Christ!” Byron stands, flustered and maybe a little angry, but I think that energy is directed at himself and not so much at us.

  “I like this girl,” Palmer says, grinning.

  “I’ll stab you again,” Byron jokes.

  “Any girl who’s able to dig underneath your soulless skin is a win in my book.” Palmer sticks her tongue out at him as he leaves the room. “You can stay for as long as you want, Madison.”

  “No, she can’t,” Byron calls out, his voice echoing down the hallway.

  We laugh, grabbing our breakfast and taking a seat at the table.

  “So, what’s the plan for today?” I ask.

  “I’m going to see my dad,” Delaney announces. “He’s been begging me to come visit ever since I stormed out. I’m sure Tripp has been feeding him a whole array of bullshit that I need to clean up. I want to leave soon, so I don’t waste my entire day there.”

  “I’m not letting you go alone,” I protest.

  “I’ll be fine.” She cups my chin, making fun of me by patting my cheek.

  With a tight grip, I grab her hands. “It’s not up for debate, sweetheart. I’m going, or else you aren’t.”

  “Fine, you want to go meet Mr. Chambers, that’s your own problem.” She kisses my cheek and smirks.

  “When you’re there, you need to dig around. My father’s selling the company to yours, but there has to be more to it than that. Sky Tech’s a fucking cash cow, and father is a heavy milk drinker. There’s no logical reason why he’d want to sell it,” Madison explains. “While you guys are doing that, I’m going to do what I do best.”

  “Which is?” Dixon asks.

  “Bat my eyelashes and tell my dad I need to intern at Sky Tech for a class. A week tops is all I’ll need to find something. There has to be something buried within those walls.”

  “How can you be so sure they haven’t covered their tracks?” I question, knowing damn well if I were up to the no-good business they are, I wouldn’t leave a single leaf unturned.

  “We’ve all grown up in this world. The rich are good at throwing a sheet over the truth. The problem is they’ve never really gotten the hand of nailing the bitch down. They’ve slipped up, and if they haven’t, they will,” Madison says with confidence. “Now, who’s going to tell me about that fine specimen who climbed into bed with me last night?”

  “This fine specimen is too old for you,” Byron interrupts, passing through the kitchen.

  “We’ll see.” Madison winks at him. He groans and slips out the front door, disappearing once again.

  “Oh, I’m not touching that.” Palmer stands and puts her bowl in the sink, then skips up the stairs.

  Madison and Delaney chat while I eat my cereal. Watching the two of them together is strange.

  Opening our house to her until we are done seems like the logical answer. It’s started to become our thing. If we are going to put a girl in the line of danger, we put her up where we can keep track of her. Palmer started the tradition.

  Lost in my own daydream of last night, I don’t even notice Delaney trying to get my attention until her hand skates up my thigh.

  “Earth to Breaker.” Delaney waves her hand in my face. I search the room. Aside from the two of us, it’s empty. When did Madison leave? “You all good?”

  “Remembering what happened last night,” I admit.

  Delaney’s eyes shift to the not-so-hidden hard-on tenting my gray sweatpants. “I could help you with that.” She gets out of her chair and leans on the arm of mine, tilting closer and closer to me. “Now, I’m more than happy to, but not until you tell me . . .”

  “Tell you what?” I lick my lips, suddenly too aware of her body and mine.

  “What is it that got you going? The memory of fucking me, or the idea of Madison touching me? She’s the girl, right? The one you toyed with my body for?” She leans forward and bites my bottom lip.

  “I’d be a liar if I answered no,” I respond, s
cooting my chair out and towards her. “What do you have on under there?” My hands skirt up her knee-high socks, stopping at the edge of her pleated leather skirt. “Hop on, baby.”

  She climbs onto my chair, and I yank down my sweats, knowing she has nothing on underneath to stop her from engulfing my length. With a familiar ease, she lowers onto me, never shying away from eye contact. Her warmth, wrapped around me like a blanket, has my body shuddering with pleasure. She leans back to get the right angle, riding me. Her hips move like a song, slow and steady, captivating me as I watch her pussy slide up and down my dick.

  “Fuck!” I groan, settling in for the ride of my life.

  “Go right ahead, baby.” She nibbles the soft skin on my earlobe. “You can come.”

  And I do. Right over the fucking edge. There has never been anything hotter than hearing Delaney use my words against me. I may have fucked her senseless last night, but there’s no doubt she fucked me this morning.

  She climbs off, bends down, and kisses me. There’s no skimping on the affection as her hand wraps around my neck and brings me closer. Her tongue is rough and sensual, as if she really wants to taste parts of me.

  “Uh hmm.” A throat clears.

  Delaney quickly tucks me into my sweats and saunters off with a proud sway in her hips.

  “You’re right, Breaker,” Delaney says, nodding at Madison in the doorway. “No one can do that for me, but for fun, let’s see.”

  Delaney grabs the side of Madison’s face, and instantly, Madison knows what’s to come. This isn’t her first time being kissed by a girl. She settles into Delaney’s lips, and their tongues dance around each other. Madison grabs the belt loop on Delaney’s skirt and tugs her closer.

  When they break apart, I have to physically pick my jaw up from the marble floor.

  “Soft,” Delaney whispers, running her thumb over Madison’s bottom lip. “Like Breaker promised.” She grins at me. “I better go clean up before we leave.” Her finger grazes her inner thigh, and I practically hold my breath as she brings it to her mouth and licks it, then disappears up the stairs.

  “Holy fuck,” I whisper.