All Chapters of Fuel Me, Break Me, Love Me: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Dalon“Buonasera, un tavolo per due, per favore.” Jane says and again, I can only assume that she is asking for a table. The restaurant that we found is a very small cozy brick building with low lights. It looks romantic, but I know there is no romance happening tonight, or any other night. Not that I would be opposed to it. I have never been with a woman more than two years older than me, but it is probably the same, right?“You need to teach me how to speak Italian.” I tell Jane as we are lead to a private corner in the back of the restaurant. The couches are a tan brown, nearly blending in with the brick wall. The dim lights casts shadows throughout the restaurant, ensuring that every table has a bit of privacy. Aside from the kitchen making slight noises, the only other sound you can hear is soft music playing in the background. If I ever decide to get serious with a woman, this is definitely a place I would take her. My eyes move from the setting back to Jane and the idea starts

DalonThere is a knock on my door. An insistent banging that has me pissed off before my eyes are even open. “I have coffee, and I am standing in a bra in front of your door.” That has me up quicker than my pounding headache from all the wine last night should’ve ever allowed me. She said coffee and bra though, so my legs are moving even if it takes my head a while to catch up.I rip the door open at the same time I start to stumble and end up knocking my toe on the hook of the door, sending instant blinding pain all the way up my foot. I groan in pain, but still force my eyes to stay open to the sight had tempted me out of bed. Jane is standing in her black tights, black running shoes and bright white sports bra, that to my frustration has enough padding and material to keep me from seeing the outline of anything. I don’t even see a nipple stand. This is what I stumbled out of the bed for and hit my toe against the door for?“I have coffee, I did not lie about the bra, even though I

DalonAfter four hours of walking through the woods, Rejena taking photos of every possible thing she can, including myself and a few of us together, we finally make it to the river she had been swimming in yesterday. With the heat and the constant movement, the river sounded like a dream, and I didn’t bother to hide like Rejena felt the need to do when I changed into my swim shorts. You only live once, right? I tried not to turn around after I got dressed, trying to give her the time and privacy she needed, but I turned around, hoping to even get just a glimpse of her. What I didn’t expect was to get a front row view of her getting undressed. Her back is to me, but I don’t mind as I am an ass man.Rejena is busy pulling on her bikini bottoms, her upper half behind the tree she was probably trying to hide behind, but doing a really bad job of. Unfortunately, I am too far away from her to see anything more than that perfect ass as she bends over to put her feet into the bikini bottoms.

DalonRejena fits into me like she was made for me, or was I made for her as she is older? It doesn’t matter, the only thing that matters is the fact that her lips taste like tomatoes and basil from the sauce that she had been tasting earlier. What matters is how soft her lips are, and how hard her nails are digging into my chest. Her back is arched, pressing harder into me as if she wasn’t to get as close to me as humanly possible.I lick her lips, begging for access to her mouth and she opens up for me. My grab her legs right under her arse, and then lift her. She quickly wraps her legs around my hips and I feel like I am home. We pull apart to catch our breath, but instead of completely letting her go, I move my lips down her jaw, to her neck, sucking hard right under her ear, wanting to leave a mark on her, needing to show the world that this woman belongs to me.“Jack.” She says, not moaning, but sounding withdrawn. I quickly pull away, not sure what I did wrong. Did she not want

RejenaI stare at my computer, lost in memories of Dalon’s smile, his burst of laughter. I wonder for a moment how it was that I got to the point. My heart is once again broken, but this time, it wasn’t death that stole him, but the truth that came too late. I wonder if he has read the book, if he even cares. I tried watching the race Sunday, but it killed me when I watched him smile as if nothing happened the weekend before and it killed me. I had never cried while watching a Formula 1 race, but I had also never been so proud of someone that broke my heart. He came second in the race after a terrible start where he tried to take a risk that didn’t work out.I rub at my chest, the pain coming in waves and I am once again trying to fight off tears. “Jena, can you come here please?” Dan asks, reminding me that I am at work and no longer in that space with the man I can’t seem to let go, even when he has clearly moved on.“Hi, Dan. How can I help?” I ask, my voice softer than usual, my s