Broken (Breaking the Rules) by K Webster Read Free Book Online Page B

fuck?” demands an angry Pepper as she burst into our room. “Andi! What have you done? You have a freaking test in an hour. Shit!”
    “Bray-di-bray-bray-hey,” I babble at her before succumbing to uncontrollable laughter.
    “Dammit, Andi. Get it the fuck together.” She pulls me up to my feet. Geez, the world is swaying again. “We’re going to the coffee shop. Let’s go,” she barks pulling me from the room.
    When we start to walk, I stumble a little and almost land on my ass. I hysterically laugh some more. Her glare is menacing at this point.
    “He wrote me a letter. He wants me to forgive him,” I slur to her as tears start falling.
    “Come here, hon. He’s a jackass and you’re letting him ruin your life. Let’s get you some coffee.” She sighs and brings me in for a hug .
     

 

     
     
    Twenty-eight minutes is all he took. Damn, that boy could move. I couldn’t help but laugh at him when I opened the door. Chest heaving, face still unshaven, hair waving from air drying—he had actually hustled for me. Okay, today should be fun after all.
    “Miss me yet?” he panted, his eyebrow quirking up. Giggling, I swatted at him. He playfully grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him. “Because I sure missed you,” he grinned. Gently, he brushed his lips against mine. Adorable Jackson was quite irresistible.
    Wrapping my free hand around his neck, I brought him back down for a deeper kiss. Instantly, the chemistry reignited. It was so hot and cold with us, but now it was scorching. I pulled his lip between my teeth and he groaned.
    Releasing my wrist, he snaked both of his arms around me to grab handfuls of my ass through my jeans and pulled my body close to his. I pressed my breasts into his chest, needing to feel him there too. As if he realized we weren’t going anywhere until certain needs were met, he lifted me up by my hips and my legs automatically wrapped around him. Hastily, he stormed us into my room, kicking the door shut behind us.
    Setting me down in front of the bed, he pulled off my sweater in one swift move. He followed mine with revealing his own toned chest. Kneeling, he kissed my lower stomach. I moaned at the touch. Deftly, he unfastened my jeans and rolled them down my legs. I lifted each foot so he could pull them off all the way. His kisses on my stomach continued, and he even placed some along the panty line. Shivering, I ran my fingers through his still damp hair.
    He was kissing me all over but not where I wanted him to really kiss me. I leaned into his kisses, hinting at what I needed from him. Finally, he dragged his tongue up the center of my folds through my lacey panties. I cried out in delight. Growling, he pushed me backward until I fell onto the bed. He slid my panties off in one quick swoop.
    After he spread my legs, his tongue started lapping me up. I began bucking off of the bed to meet his touch. While he hungrily drove me closer and closer to the edge of sanity, he slid his hands up to my breasts and gently pinched my nipples through the fabric of the bra. The combination of all the sensations caused my body to tighten and shiver as my orgasm pulsed through me.
    “Oh my God,” I moaned, finally starting to relax afterwards. He chuckled into my sex, his breath tickling me before pulling away.
    “You are cute when you come,” he observed, still grinning.
    “Jackson!” I scolded him while laughing. He looked incredibly sexy standing by the bed with his hair going every direction from air drying with no product. His bare chest had a sheen of sweat across it, making it glisten in the morning sun that streamed in through the window. The jeans he wore hung low on his hips, giving me a glimpse of his Calvin Klein’s underneath. Yummy.
    Thinking just that, I sat up on the bed and scooted off so that I was standing in front of him. My hands gently ran across his chest and fluttered over his perfect abs. All traces of his playfulness were gone as he gazed intensely down at