Breaking Shaun (38 page)

“Not if I find Mr. Perfect and run away forever,” she said with a smile.

Oh, Mandy, the hopeless romantic.

“If you do, send me a postcard.” I got out of her car and closed the door.

“I will!” she yelled after me.

Laughing, I waved good-bye to her before walking inside.

As I approached Shaun’s door, I felt myself getting nervous.

What if he has someone with him?

It hadn’t even occurred to me, but we’d never agreed to sleep with only each other. For all I knew, he could have another woman in his bed as I stood in his hallway, looking like an idiot. Just the thought of him being with someone else while he was with me hurt way more than it should have. I knew sex was just sex for him. It didn’t mean he cared or even liked the person, so even if he were with someone else, it wouldn’t mean anything.

So, why does it still scare me so much?

Reluctantly, I reached out toward Shaun’s door and knocked. I could hear music playing inside but nothing else.

God, what are you doing, Natalie?

A few seconds later, the door swung open, and Shaun was standing there in a pair of loose-fitting jeans with nothing underneath them. I moved my gaze up his body to meet his eyes, and he smiled.

Without saying anything, Shaun reached out and took my hand in his before pulling me inside. He slammed the door shut and pressed my back against it, kissing me. Instantly, all of my fear was gone and replaced with an overwhelming need for him.

Shaun’s warm chest was against mine, and I grabbed his ass through his jeans as he moved to start kissing my neck. I was panting as I felt his erection on my stomach.

We didn’t speak. We let our actions talk for us.

Shaun squeezed my ass in his hands and pushed my body harder against his. I moved my hands to his shoulders, feeling his hard muscles move under his soft skin. He started kissing me again, and I could feel the warmth pool between my legs as I imagined his mouth touching me in other places.

God, he was so good. He always did exactly what I wanted, almost like he knew what I needed even before I did.

Breaking our kiss, Shaun and I were both breathing heavy as we looked into each other’s eyes. I slid my hands down his bare chest and started pushing him backward. He let me guide him to his couch where he fell back and sat on the cushions. I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it down on the floor beside me. Shaun smirked and started taking his jeans off as I did the same.

When I was standing naked in front of him, I reached down to grab my purse, and I pulled out a condom. Shaun smiled as I ripped the package open and stepped toward him. I heard his breath hitch when I reached out and wrapped my hand around his hard cock. I stroked it a few times, and his head fell back against the cushions behind him. Pulling the condom from its wrapper, I slowly rolled it onto Shaun’s dick, and he lifted his head to watch.

Our eyes met, and I put my knee beside him on the couch before moving to straddle his lap. Shaun groaned when I guided the tip of his dick to my opening, and then I moved my hands to rest on his shoulders. I held his gaze as I slowly lowered myself onto him. His eyelids lowered as the sensation of our bodies connecting took over.

When I finally slid all the way down, Shaun took my breasts into his hands and started licking and sucking each of my nipples. Every touch of his mouth against my skin only heightened my arousal. I arched my back and used my legs to lift myself up and back down again. I was so wet and turned-on that I knew it would take me no time to come.

Leaning forward, I gripped Shaun’s shoulders in my hands, and I began a steady rhythm. Shaun reached around and held my ass as I rode him. He let one of his hands slide further down, and I felt his fingers on the edge of my pussy where our bodies were connected. He used those fingers to open me wider before he started thrusting his hips up to meet mine. I let go of his shoulders and held on to the back of the couch as Shaun fucked me, my breasts bouncing in front of him.

I moaned as I felt my orgasm building, and Shaun moved his hands to squeeze my ass again. He lifted my ass and slammed it back down with each pump of his hips, and within seconds, I was coming all over him. I started shaking and shuddering in his lap as he continued fucking me, prolonging my orgasm.

“Oh God, Shaun,” I whispered.

He didn’t say anything. He tossed me onto my back on the couch beside him, and then he got up on his knees, his dick sliding out of me.

He ran a finger through my folds and brought it to his mouth to lick it. “So fucking good,” he muttered before positioning himself over me and thrusting himself back inside.

I gasped when I felt the slight sting of pain I always got when he was buried deep inside me. He stayed there for a while as he took one of my nipples into his mouth, and he swirled his tongue around the tip. I arched my back, and he groaned when my insides tightened around him.

I started circling my hips to cause more friction, and he began moving his hips again. I let my eyes slide closed, and I allowed the moment to take me. Shaun’s smell surrounding me, his hard body on mine, his soft lips gliding against my sensitive skin—it all felt so good.

It always felt so good.

Shaun started kissing my neck, and he wrapped his arms around my back as he began thrusting harder and faster. I dug my nails into his shoulders as I felt him getting harder inside me. I was already on the cusp and about to explode when he started grunting. When he shuddered against me, I was overtaken by my orgasm, and I began circling my hips faster, milking every last drop of him. We came together, and it was the best thing I’d ever felt. It was like everything around us had fallen away.

Shaun’s cheek was resting on my chest, his body on top of mine, as we came down from the high of our orgasms.

“Hi,” I said, smiling.

He lifted his head and turned to meet my gaze. His hair was a mess, and he looked content and completely satisfied while lying on top of me.

“Hey, Killer,” he said, giving me his lopsided grin.

“You feel like driving me home?”

Shaun wrapped his arms around my waist and put his head back down on my chest. “Nope.”

I laughed. “Well, I guess I’ll sleep here then.”

“Yep.”

I woke up the next morning with Natalie next to me in my bed. When I’d invited her to join me, it hadn’t really occurred to me that she would be the first woman to sleep in it. It seemed Natalie had me trying new things as well. I couldn’t say that I minded. Everything I’d tried so far, I liked.

Natalie was facing me as she slept, and I looked at her. I really looked at her. Her long lashes were fanned over the top of her cheeks, her dark red hair seemed lighter in the sunlight, and the little hairs on her skin made her look so soft. She was beautiful. I loved her curves and the sexy way her side resembled an hourglass. Her skin was much lighter than mine, and there was something so arousing about the way we looked when we were together. We were so different, yet so much of us was the same.

Dude, what the fuck are you doing?

Rolling onto my back, I sighed as I stared up at my ceiling. I couldn’t get caught up in this shit. I liked her—
I can admit that
—but that was where things needed to end. I had to remember that I would have to let her go one day, if she didn’t leave me first. I just needed to live in the moment and not worry about the rest. Everything else would fall into place.

I decided to take a shower and start getting ready for work, leaving Natalie to sleep in my bed.

When I walked out of my bathroom, wrapped in a towel, I found Natalie cooking breakfast in my kitchen. I stopped in my tracks and felt a big smile form on my lips.

“That’s got to be the first time anyone has ever cooked in my kitchen,” I told her as I made my way toward the stove to see what she was making.

“Yeah, I can tell. You have, like, two pots and no cooking utensils. I had to use this fork to flip the pancakes.”

“You made pancakes? How in the hell did you find stuff for pancakes?”

Natalie laughed. “I have my ways. They’re banana pancakes. I used all your bananas by the way.”

I took a big whiff, and it all smelled delicious. My stomach growled, and my mouth started watering.

“I can’t believe you cook. Just when I thought you couldn’t get any better,” I said before smacking her on the ass.

“Aw, you’re so sweet,” she responded sarcastically as she scrambled eggs in one of my pans.

“Well, you know, I try,” I said, smirking at her. I picked up a pancake and took a bite. I groaned as I chewed it.

“Jesus, Shaun. When’s the last time you’ve had a home-cooked meal?”

I shrugged as I swallowed and took another bite.

Natalie shook her head and laughed to herself as she finished cooking the eggs.

I never saw this coming. Yes, she was sexy, she was smart, and she was amazing in the sack, but never in a million years did I anticipate her being a good cook, too.

I was seriously fucked.

Shaun took me home after devouring the breakfast I’d prepared. He’d eaten like he hadn’t had food in days. He’d told me he would be working on my car soon, and he’d asked again if I wanted him to help me restore it. It just seemed like such a big commitment to make—not only financially, but emotionally, too. Asking Shaun to restore my car would also mean relying on him for more than just sex, and I knew that wasn’t a good idea. I was already getting in too deep as it was. But the thought of finally making that dream a reality was too good to pass up, so I’d agreed to let him start once I moved into my own place. Right now, that was my priority.

When I walked into Nick’s apartment that morning, I was surprised to see him there. “Hey! What are you doing here?”

Nick was sitting on his couch, watching TV, with his feet propped up on his ottoman. “Well, I was trying to surprise you by taking a day off, but then I realized you never came home last night.” He narrowed his eyes at me.

“Aw, Nick, that’s so sweet. I’m sorry I wasn’t here, but I am now! We can still spend the day together.”

I started making my way back to my room, and Nick got up to follow me.

“You seem awfully chipper,” he said as he leaned in my bedroom doorway.