Semua Bab Break Me Apart (MxM): Bab 81 - Bab 90

JAYCE BECKETT "Hey," he said, his smile faltering for a moment as he wiped his hands on his pants, the gesture made it feel like he was nervous. "You're here." I closed the door behind me and crossed the room to meet him, my eyes locking onto his with concern. "Is everything alright?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Cole's smile seemed forced, and I could sense there was something wrong with him. "Yes," he sighed, taking my hand and pulling me down to sit beside Curtis on the bed, the softness of the mattress enveloping me. He took his seat back on the chair, his hands wrapping around my knees like a lifeline, his eyes searching mine with a quiet desperation. "You didn't come back since yesterday," he stated, his voice a low, husky whisper that wasn't meant to be a question. "Is it because of me?" His eyes searched mine, filled with a quiet vulnerability. "Oh, no!" I quickly reassured him, shaking my head emphatically. "It's not you. I was busy with some st

JAYCE BECKETT "I still can't find it," I let out, pulling away from my car. It had been over five hours since I left the hospital to escape Cole for a little while, and when I got back about an hour ago, I met him by my car in the parking lot, standing there and waiting for me. He was demanding that I open the car and bring out my wedding band. When I told him I didn't have my key with me, he gave me the spare key to my car. First, it had been years since Cole gifted me this car, and I didn't expect him to still have the spare key. Secondly, I couldn't exactly understand why he had the spare key with him. Had he been carrying my car key around, just like he had been doing with my apartment keys?"You said it was in your car," he said, without even turning to look at me. I could tell he was angry that I had lied to him. "I'm sorry, Cole," I grumbled, scratching my head. "I really didn't know where I kept it." It was already dark, and he insisted that we wouldn't leave until we f

JAYCE BECKETT Oh God, I wanted this. I fucking wanted this. I wanted him. As Renato buried his face deeper into my ass, his stubble grazed my skin, sending tantalizing sparks of pleasure coursing through me. The gentle scratching of his bears against my cheeks left me breathless. He groaned, his nails piercing my ass cheeks as he sucked gently on my crack. "Fuck," I moaned, clutching his sheets tightly as my face sank into the fabric, his intoxicating scent enveloping me. Every inch of me felt consumed by him. And I melted into his touch. This was too much, it was fucking too much! I lunged forward, desperate for air, but Renato's arms locked around my waist, drawing me back to where he wanted me to be. "Don't," he growled, the sound primal and raw. He pulled back a little, spitting on my ass and using his thumb to spread the warm saliva over my crack, his movement was rough and smooth. "That's enough," I gasped as his thumb slide into my ass, breaching the first ring,

JAYCE BECKETT Clenching my breath as he soared through my opening, sinking into me on a sigh, as if he'd finally found warmth and comfort after being out in the cold.He didn’t move, and I followed his lead, my pulse prodding erratically at my skin when he buried his nose in the hair at my nape and inhaled, eyes closed.Maybe his damn cock was broken, because I couldn't figure out what was going on with him. Three good times.We'd done it three times already tonight, and he still hadn't come – not even once. So, clearly, the problem wasn't me; he must have been the one who was broken"Are you...are you close?" I panted, my breaths coming in ragged gasps, as he pounded into me with reckless abandon. The headboard slammed against the wall with a deafening crash, the wooden frame shuddering ominously, as if the entire piece of furniture was on the verge of splintering apart"Almost there." He moaned, his nails digging deep into my chest like talons, as he gripped me with a vise-like i

RENATO MARINO "Did you hurt him?" Jayce whispered the question again, his eyes locked intensely on mine. Something shifted in his gaze, and I understood exactly what it meant – a silent plea for reassurance that I hadn't hurt Aspen, the man I claimed to love. But I couldn't lie about what had happened. Slowly, I reached out and grasped Jayce's shoulder, my fingers tracing the curve of his bicep down to his wrist. I wrapped my fingers around his wrist, then released all but my thumb, tracing my fingers along the back of his hand, the same hand that cupped my cheek. My larger hand covered his, still resting on my cheek. "I didn't plan to hurt him," I said truthfully. "I never wanted to. But I was high on drugs, and Aspen kept provoking me, throwing his lover in my face. It pissed me off." Jayce's stare was piercing, making it impossible to twist the truth or lie about what had happened. In that moment, he could have asked me to confess to anything, and I would have done so witho