Page 119 of The Fractured

I crawled across the covers, making her happiness grow as I came to hover over her. With our bodies separated by the sheet and blanket, I kissed her softly.

“Morning, beautiful,” I said.

She kissed me more in response, and I lowered my body to hers. Beneath the covers, she slowly began moving against me, pressing her chest to mine and parting her legs.

She was trying to instigate something.

I chuckled against her lips and pulled back. “Breakfast first. We need sustenance.”

“Or.” She gently pushed my shoulder.

I rolled off her and rested against the headboard while she leaned closer.

Confidence poured from her every move as she traced her nails along my bare thigh and kissed me slowly. She continued that touch along my limp cock. It wasn’t limp long, and twitched against my leg as she kissed the side of my throat.

I let out a breath, getting lost in the pleasure the second she curled her hand around my cock and moved to her knees. The rest of the sheet fell from her body, and any thoughts trickled out of my brain.

She moved to straddle my knee and slowly peppered kisses down my body as she stroked her hand up and down, lowering her face to stop beside my cock.

My brows rose when she dragged her tongue along the underside of my shaft, following one thick vein while she fixed her blue doe eyes on me.

A grunt formed in my throat, and I dropped my head back. All the while growing harder in her hand. “Fuck me,” I groaned.

She swirled her tongue around the tip and opened her mouth to take the rest, but paused and smiled innocently at me.

Releasing my cock from her hold, she moved to straddle my hips. Barely letting herself touch me as her mouth hovered by mine. “Shower first, then sex, maybe another shower,and thenbreakfast.”

I reached for her face, wanting to kiss her again, but she pulled back and happily hopped off the bed to skip to the bathroom.

I watched her bare ass as she went, instinctively sliding a hand down to my erection to give it some attention.

“Are you coming?” she called from the bathroom as she turned the shower on.

I inhaled through my teeth and pulled myself from the bed.

The Smash House Rage Room was located in Coney Island, around twenty minutes from the girls’ apartment. Without my car, Lily and I got an Uber and met with Seb and Kira at the front doors of the place.

The warehouse sat a few blocks back from the beach, but the wind pushed the salty sea air right by the door anyway. It ripped at our hair and danced on any exposed skin like cold, sharp knives.

Just as Kira excitedly pulled the front door of the warehouse open, a gust of wind yanked the door from her grip. I went to catch it, Seb caught it, and Lily threw up her hands before the door could hit her.

“Not the smash house trying to smash you,” Seb joked, using his body to hold the door open as we went in.

“That would be my luck,” Lily said, adjusting the beanie on her head as she smiled. “Pancaked by a door.”

Kira wrapped Lily in a side-on hug as they walked ahead of us, approaching the front desk.

The inside of the warehouse was industrial grunge, with graffiti decorating the black walls, metal music playing loud from brightly spray-painted speakers, and a caged ceiling to bring down the actual height of the room but allow for a full view of the old warehouse rafters above.

Seb huffed a laugh, craning his neck to peer up. “I feel like we’ve walked into your brain, bro.”

“Close enough,” I agreed, half smiling. “It’s missin’ the self-loathin’ inner monologue.”

He shook his head in amusement as we reached the desk.

The guy behind the front desk, with a dark buzzcut and a pierced eyebrow, couldn’t take his eyes off Kira and Lily as he talked them through the consent and liability forms he had handed to them on clipboards. Popping a bubble of gum through his lips, he winked at them and then pulled his attention to Seb and I to hand us our clipboards too. Except when his eyes fell on me, he sucked in so hard he choked on his gum.

“Are you okay?” Lily asked empathically.