Glass Heart Hero: A Dark High School Romance by Lindsey Iler (read with me .TXT) 📗

I did some really fucked up things, but my Aunt Emily refused to allow my entire future to be dependent on outsiders understanding. I was a lost soul. That’s what they called me.”

“What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything. I took the fall for someone.”

“What did they do?” Asking who they are isn’t necessary. There are only a few people on this Earth who Breaker would kill himself for.

“Byron was a senior. We were freshmen. Dixon invited us to a party Byron was throwing at the Glass House, and things got out of control.”

“What do you mean things got out of control?” My pulse quickens in fear of what I’ll hear next.

“The party was practically over. There were a few random people here and there. Dixon had gone pretty heavy with the pills, so when he came thundering down the stairs, red-rimmed eyes full of horror, I knew things were going to change,” Breaker explains, a distant look in his eyes as if he’s teleported to that night. He sits on the edge of the mattress. “A girl overdosed in the middle of Dixon and her hooking up.”

“When the police and ambulance showed up, you took the fall because you didn’t want Dixon to get in trouble.”

“He was already on probation for another indiscretion on campus. The police took me down to the station, accused me of horrible things, and after six hours, my aunt showed up and dragged my ass out of there. It was a spur of the moment decision that could’ve changed my life forever.”

“What happened to the girl?” I crouch down in front of him.

“She didn’t make it.” There’s sorrow in his voice for a life he hadn’t been responsible for.

“Which is why you guys are always joking about Dixon loving unconscious girls.” I nod, finally understanding their little inside secret.

“We’re assholes,” Breaker admits, looking up at me. His eyes take their time, roaming from my head to what he can see of my body with me in this position.

“I look a mess,” I say, running my hands over my hair and down my soaked clothes.

“You look beautiful.” He bends down and kisses me. His lips don’t stop at a simple taste. They glide down to my neck, nibbling on my collarbone. My shirt is removed from my body, leaving me in my jeans and bra. “I need to ask,” he whispers, dropping to his knees. He flicks the button open on my jeans, kissing right above the fabric of my thong.

“Keep doing that, and you can ask me anything you want.” Overcome by excitement and pleasure, my head falls back, allowing me to see droplets of rain hitting the skylight.

“Why are you here, Delaney?” His question strikes me as odd. He knows exactly why I’m here. “After tonight, I figured we were done.”

“You need to hear me say it, Break?” I comb my fingers through his hair, playing with the wet ends.

“I sure do, baby.” He rises, and I peel the shirt off his body, exposing his beautiful tattoos. They are different, but somehow work together like a giant piece of art on his skin. The theme is blaringly obvious. Darkness.

“I can’t stay away,” I admit. “I didn’t know that Tripp was going to use me in his gauntlet. I’m sorry.”

“He knows you’re here?” Breaker asks, taking a step away. He makes me hate the distance. When I don’t answer, he falls onto the bed, his arms stretched across the mattress. “Dammit, Delaney.”

I crawl up the bed, straddling him. His hands grip my hips, holding me in place, when every nerve in my body is begging me to rock against him.

“He asked me to stay away from you.”

“And the first thing you did was come here.”

“I don’t like being told what to do.”

“But you didn’t break things off with him, did you?” Breaker asks what we already know. “So, what is this?”

“This is me asking you to give me time to figure out my shit.”

“I already told you, if you ask me to do this, I won’t go easy on you. I’ve been gentle up to this point, but I won’t hold back if you make me.”

“I’ve never asked you to be gentle,” I whisper, dropping my eyes to his chest and flushing with embarrassment.

His hands tighten on my waist. “This may be fun after all.”

He raises his hips, knocking me on my back, and presses me into the mattress with his full weight. He nibbles here and there, softly, but bites down harder every few inches as he moves up my body. His mouth is sloppy against my ear.

“I’m going to fuck him right out of your mind, baby, and when I do, I want to be there when you tell him.” He crawls down my body, stopping his mouth right at the apex of my thighs, licking the fabric that covers the spot that needs his mouth most.

“You think awfully high of yourself,” I goad him, knowing it will piss him off and turn him on.

With little effort, he flips me onto my stomach, then a sharp pain radiates over my butt. I glance over my shoulder, and he bares his white toothy grin, completely pleased with himself. Breaker and I have never struggled with having fun together. It’s hard not to when I’m around him. He’s playful in a way that makes me comfortable.

“Better hold on.” He moves my hands to the metal bars of his headboard.

Breaker eases my jeans and panties down my legs and throws them onto the floor. I smile at him, fully exposed and ready for whatever he has for me. His arm cuts under my body, lifting my ass in the air and spreading my legs at the same time.

His warmth disappears, then his hair tickling my thighs makes me laugh. Once he’s fully under me, he smiles.

“Sit.” His command has my center clenching tight in anticipation of his tongue lapping across my pussy.

The first lick has my toes curling. He grips my hips, applying enough pressure