Page 228 of Broken Brothers

The words were a little corny, but Sarah gobbled them up. I swore she looked like she was going to orgasm just from the way I spoke—I could have compared our inevitable sexual encounter to making yeast rise and she would have found it erotic and arousing.

“You are one dirty, naughty boy, Chance,” she said. “You are also one lucky fucker that I’m in some mood to fuck tonight.”

Holy shit! Now that’s a Sarah Hill I didn’t know existed!

“Let’s go,” she said. “I’ll leave cash—”

I already had her beat as soon as she said “let’s go.” I threw a fifty dollar bill on the counter, grabbed her hand, and yanked her upstairs, ignoring the fact that my dick was bulging through my pants. I had an Uber on the way, arriving in less than three minutes, which was three minutes too long. I needed to be inside Sarah, and I needed to be inside her now. If I didn’t have such respect for her and her stature in my life, I probably would have just fucked her in the bar bathroom.

As it was, when we got to the street, she leaned against me, purring, whispering all sorts of naughty, delightful things she was going to do to my body. I found myself…

Not really listening to her.

It was one thing to flirt, tease, and even kiss in a bar.

It was another to cross over the line, take her back to my place, and fuck her on the very couch that I had had sex with Layla on just days before—and then asked Layla to wait on her job so we could try and be together. If I did this, if I fucked Sarah here and now, that was truly shutting the door forever on what Layla and I could be.

And while that door might have seemed shut for good after what happened this morning, I knew in my heart I could still get Layla back. I knew her too well—she wasn’t going to move on fully until she was in a new city, and even then…

But then Sarah reached up to kiss my lips, and I ignored all of those thoughts. There would be plenty of women after Layla, anyways. Sure, she would be a great memory and go down as one of the most interesting stories I ever had, but she didn’t have to be the one.

But she is right now.

Our Uber arrived and we piled in like two high schoolers coming from prom, horny and all over each other. Our Uber driver didn’t even bother to tell us to put our seatbelts on; we just trusted him not to crash the car as we groped, kissed, and bit each other.

Like the last time, I left the guy a pretty massive tip when we got back to my place. Sarah grabbed my hand and led me to the elevator.

“My God, this is actually happening,” she said as we got on the elevator. “My only regret is this didn’t happen sooner.”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

I picked her up by her ass and kissed her, pushing past the elevator doors and a couple of onlookers as we made our way to my room. I didn’t give a fuck what my neighbors thought; I’d fucked Layla against a window before, what was some kissing in the halls?

Layla…

I put her down and had my arm slung around her as we made our way to the apartment doors. I swung it open, shut it behind me with my foot, and stripped myself of my suit as Sarah kicked her heels off.

We stumbled toward the bedroom.

You’re getting very close to the point of no return, Chance…

We tore at each other’s clothes. I had Sarah topless, and her perfect breasts were exactly what I had always wanted.

No, you always wanted love. You have that with Layla if you try hard enough.

She kissed my neck and started to work her way down my bare chest.

You better stop her, Chance. You better fucking stop her. Once she sucks you or fucks you, there’s no going back. You’re going to prove Layla’s point, and you’re never going to see her again.

“Ten years,” Sarah said as she started to unzip my pants. “You were right, Chance. When you want something, you do go all in for it.”

Is this what you really need? Do you really need to fuck Sarah? What do you have to prove, you fool?

Do you want to be a player, or do you want love?

Sarah tugged my pants off. I had on just my boxers. Her hands reached for my crotch.

Last chance, buddy. If you ever want a chance at love, you better—