Heartbreak Me by T.L. Smith Page 0,56

pulling it away from his face but not letting go as he steps inside.

“It’s nothing.” His voice is soft, so I don’t push it. I like it when he’s nice, when he’s good to me. “I’m tired. I told you I would stay, so I am staying.”

“What if I don’t want you to?”

“You do,” he declares categorically while pulling me along as he heads in the direction of my bedroom. I let him, being too tired to argue with him. When we reach my bedroom, he starts to undress before pulling my covers back. His shirt is already off, and his hands start yanking at the top of his jeans as he looks up at me. “You want to talk?” he asks.

“I want answers.”

Atlas rubs his face with his hand, showing his extreme tiredness, but I have put off my questions for long enough.

I want answers.

I deserve answers.

And I am not climbing into that bed with him until I get them.

He finishes dropping his jeans and sits on the edge of my bed, naked. Amber eyes look up at me. “Ask.”

“My sister.” The two words leave my mouth in a rush.

“I’ll let her go tomorrow,” he answers just as fast.

Relief lifts off my chest at his words.

“But if she does it again, you won’t ever see her again.”

My head snaps up.

“She won’t.”

“You believe that?” Atlas raises one eyebrow.

“She won’t,” I protest, shaking my head. “Well, I hope not.”

“Lucy isn’t healthy. She is sadistic and only cares about what she wants.” His words are the truth, and I know it. But the fact that he does know that makes me believe he knows her maybe even better than I do, so I ask, “How well do you know her?”

He reaches for me, pulling me forward to him, his head lies on my stomach, and his hands grip my ass. “Well enough.”

My hands shake as they lift and touch his hair. He doesn’t move, and I wonder if he’s even breathing as I start stroking it.

“You were never with her?” I ask, confirming it one more time.

Atlas keeps his head on my stomach as he answers, “No, never was. Even when she tried so hard,” he said. “You know my type… you.”

“There hasn’t always been just me, and well, we aren’t even a type that will stick together. We are bound to break.” I go to pull away, but he holds onto me tightly and pulls me back as he lies on the bed, bringing me with him. When I go to get up, he slides me up, so our faces are inches from each other.

“Bound to break,” he mutters. “Once I set my eye on something, I usually get it.” He leans up so his lips brush against mine.

“Lucky for you I am not a possession.”

Atlas pulls back, and then he does it again, his lips brush mine. “But you are. A treasure more like it.”

“You trying to sweet talk me, Atlas Hyde? Do you even know how to?” I chuckle.

“No. I don’t. I’ve never had to work this hard in my life to impress a woman.”

“Well, you still have a long way to go, because I’m far from impressed,” I say back to him, raising my eyebrows.

He pushes up between my legs; all I have on is an oversized shirt and panties, while he is completely naked below me. And believe me, I can feel every inch of him. It’s difficult to not move and touch it, because Atlas has an impressive dick, just like the rest of his body.

“You telling me you weren’t impressed earlier?” he asks, pushing again. This time I can feel him growing beneath me.

“I mean, in that department… you do okay.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Just okay?” Atlas’s hands move from my back and slide down, pulling up my shirt so he can slip his fingers into my underwear. “I mean, your screams didn’t indicate it was just okay.” As I lay on top of him, he pulls my underwear down, and I let him. When they reach my knees, his hand slips between us and he touches my pussy before he smirks at me. “You are so wet. I’m sure just okay was meant to be fucking amazing.”

Atlas slips in a finger, and when he does, my legs part even farther, giving him just what he wants. I can’t part them too much, as my panties are at my knees preventing it, but it gives him exactly what he wants, as he’s able to slide