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

isn’t it?” I reach between us, unhooking the buttons of his jeans.

“I have my suspicions, Delaney.” He bites at the metal wrapped around his lip. “I’ve seen you turned on and there isn’t a single thing about Tripp DuPont that riles you up.”

“Maybe I’ve changed. What used to do it for me, no longer does.” Even only my words fit my actions.

“Is this you not being into me?” Like a flash, my wrists are locked within his hands, pressed into the mattress above my head. His nose grazes along the length of my face, starting at my jawline and moving up until his lips touch my temple.

“Tripp and I haven’t had sex, okay? Are you happy now?” I wiggle my hands free. Instead of pushing him off, I grip ahold of his hips, tugging his pants down further.

“You suck his dick?” Even he can’t hold back his grin, finding far too much joy in my torture.

“Fuck off, Breaker.” I try to roll away from him, but he holds me in place.

“Calm down, baby. I’m kidding. I don’t care what you put in your mouth, but this is mine.” He rolls his finger over my clit. There’s no apology for watching himself relentlessly toy with my body.

Breaker Davenport is the king of seduction. Everything about him has been cultivated to attract girls. I’ve always known his charm. The first time I had a run-in with him was freshman year in the cafeteria. I was a shy, quiet student, standing in line to get food. He came up behind me, reaching for an apple. He stretched as far as he could without toppling into me and came up short.

I grabbed the apple and handed it to him.

I remember the way he’d said, “Thanks, doll.”

Even then, he’d demanded attention when he walked into a room. We didn’t speak another word until Palmer gained their attention. That doesn’t mean I didn’t see him. I saw him plenty.

“Where’d you go just now, huh?”

I miss the feel of his fingers as he draws away from me.

“Freshman year,” I whisper, afraid to give too much of myself away.

“Best apple I’ve ever had.” He winks, running the cool side of his ring over my skin.

“You remember that?”

“Of course, I do. I may be an asshole, but I remember the shaking hand of the cute girl in the lunch line.” He brushes the hair from my face, gazing into my eyes as if he can solve my problems.

“A heathen with the kindest soul. That’s what you are.”

“And what does that make you?” He sits up, moving between my legs.

I grab his shoulders and hoist myself up. Once I’m in better control, I trace the ink scrawled over his chest. I lean forward, kissing along a quote tattooed on his ribs. On instinct, his hands lightly hold onto my head, guiding me along his skin. I rise to my knees when my lips won’t reach the places I want.

“I’m a sucker for a boy with tattoos,” I whisper against the flesh on his neck.

“Is that the only thing that does it for you?” His fingers dig into my hair, tightly and with zero restraint.

“For tonight.” I grin at him, seeing the protective wall he’d like to keep up but always allows to crumble for me.

Breaker shoves me down on the bed, making an easy decision by flipping me onto my stomach.

“Lift, baby.” He smacks my ass once. I do as he says. “Good girl.”

His body rolls over mine, creating a second skin of his warmth and strength. His hand reaches around, running over my bare center.

“You see what you do to me?” I whisper, harshly biting on my lip, ready for whatever he plans to do to my body.

His hips thrust into my ass, proving he’s as aroused as I am. I reach behind my body, searching for and then feeling him through his jeans. His dick is hard. The material scratches the back of my legs as he lowers them enough to expose himself.

“You want me, Delaney?” he groans.

“What do you think?” I rub his length. “I want to feel you.”

“I have a better idea.” Breaker’s warmth leaves me, and the mattress dips under his weight. I start to roll over, but another smack across my butt has me wincing in pleasure. “Don’t move. I want to look at you.” As I stare over my shoulder, Breaker eases away from the bed until he’s leaning against the wall. “You’re gorgeous, but I don’t need to tell you that because you already know you are.”

“Breaker, what’re you doing?” I ask, feeling uncomfortable and exposed.

“Trying to commit this image to my memory.”

“Why don’t you come over here and take what’s yours?”

“Oh, baby, don’t play games with me.” He walks up behind me and pats my pussy. “This is only on loan. You aren’t mine.” The smooth sensation of his tongue licking my seam has my body bucking. “Sweet as sugar, just as I remember.”

I flip over, sensing the shift in the room. Breaker is at the end of the bed, looking at me with lust and intrigue in his eyes.

“It would be too easy.” Breaker grins, bending down and grazing his mouth across mine, but never truly giving me his lips. He grabs his shirt and jerks it over his head.

“You’re fucking kidding with me, right?” I pout, angry and frustrated.

“Does it look like I’m kidding?” His arms shoot out straight from his sides.

“I never knew Breaker Davenport said no to pussy.”

“I’m not saying no to pussy.” He places his hands on both sides of me and leans forward, our faces inches apart. “I’m saying no to scratching the itch you feel deep inside you. The one Tripp DuPont will never be able to hit, even if you give him a road map of your body, baby.”

“Fuck off, Breaker.” I grab the covers, instantly too exposed.

“Keep saying that, baby, and I’ll start believing you mean it.” He grips the sheet and yanks it away. “Don’t hide now. I’ve already seen every