Recovery by Nicole Dykes (top 5 books to read .txt) 📕

“Just let go.” And she does. She fucking does. Her body stiffens as her head tilts back and her pussy grips me tightly, not letting go as she finds her release. I topple over the edge a moment later, my cock jerking inside her as I come.

Her body collapses against mine with my dick still inside her, softening, but not yet done. I'm already craving round two.

“Holy fuck.” I smooth my hand over her back and smile to myself, but my smile fades when I feel hot tears on my chest.

I slowly lift her chin so she’s looking at me. “Mya?”

“I hate everything.”

I stare at her, swallowing the bitter taste because I know why I feel so fucking connected to this girl and it has nothing to do with what we just did. “I know.”

“You really do, don’t you?”

I nod my head, letting go of her head and wrapping my arms around her body, letting her just lay on me, her head over my heart.

Maybe this was a mistake.

Last night was not a dream.

I feel Jase’s hard body next to mine and know that for sure now. God, his body is insane—chiseled and taut with hardened muscle, ink scrawled everywhere.

I have no idea what got into me, but when I saw him surrounded by people in the crowded loft, all I wanted was time alone with him. I don’t know him. He won’t tell me anything real, and I won’t tell him anything either.

Yet somehow, it’s like he sees me.

When Quinn brought up Trey, it just made me want an escape. An escape I refuse to get from any substance. I will not turn into my mother.

But Jase may be even more dangerous.

I turn my head and can’t fight the smile when I see him dead asleep, oblivious to the world. The way he held me felt so safe. And that thought is petrifying.

I can’t remember ever feeling safe.

His lips pull up into a smirk, but he doesn’t open his eyes. “Ogling me?”

I roll my eyes, but after I do that, my eyes drag over his bare chest. Holy hell, he’s perfect. “Nope.”

“Liar.” His eyes open, and he smiles at me. Jase may seem simple to some people, but to me he’s a total conundrum. He appears carefree, but I see pain in his eyes. Those hazels can’t hide a damn thing. And the way he understands me without any effort tells me Quinn is right. He hasn’t had it easy.

“I should go.”

He nods. “Right. Can’t let anyone know we fucked.”

He doesn’t sound bitter. Instead, I think he’s teasing me. “Do you really want to deal with questions?”

His shoulder shrugs. “I don’t care. I give us a solid ten in the sack.”

“I’m going to smother you with a pillow,” I deadpan but hate how cute he is.

He laughs, “You can try. I’m pretty strong.” He flexes his right bicep to prove his point, and my eyes stay fixed on the hard muscle.

“Is that where you go? To the gym?”

He sits up, pushing his fingers through his messy hair. “Sometimes.”

Still vague. “I’m going to go shower. I have an early shift at the bar tonight.”

“Tips suck.”

I nod as I realize I left my shirt in my room. WIthout saying anything, he hands me his t-shirt, and I slip it on. “Don’t get too cocky.”

He yawns, “Come on, Mya. We just slept together. You know I'm cocky.” He wags his eyebrows, but again, I can’t argue.

“I’ll see you later.”

I climb off the bed, but he catches my wrist gently. “You okay about last night? For real? No bullshit?”

I nod my head. “Yeah. I needed it.”

He accepts that with a nod and releases me. “Okay. Let me know if you need me again.”

He expects me to say it won’t happen again. I can feel it, but it was fun. Even though I had a good post orgasm cry, I had a good time. “I will.”

He looks surprised as I wink at him and leave his room to go shower. My body feels deliciously sore, and I don’t regret last night. Although, I feel slightly worried about him being my roommate.

And okay, maybe about getting attached.

I haven’t had a boyfriend in a long time, not since I let my high school boyfriend talk me into going to the movies with him on a Friday night and left Trey with Mom. I knew it wasn’t a good idea. And when I got home, she was passed out on the couch, and her fucking waste of space boyfriend was high and trying to get Trey to snort coke with him.

A sickening pain in my stomach makes my fists clench at my side. He was mine to protect, and I let him down.

I tried so damn hard to take care of him. I was so pissed-off at my boyfriend at the time, I broke up with him and ignored his every attempt of trying to get back with me. All I cared about was keeping Trey safe, and then in the end, none of it mattered.

He’s still gone.

The emptiness takes over, and I climb out of the shower, getting ready on autopilot. I go to work and still feel like I'm floating in numbness.

The reprieve last night with Jase was nice, but I'm back in hell now.

“You alright?” I look over as Tommy places my drink order on my tray.

“I’m fine. Why?”

He laughs and shakes his head at me. His smile is so bright, so friendly. “You’ve been out of it all afternoon.”

“I’m sorry.” I straighten the beers on the tray, adjusting them so they’ll balance. “Long night.”

He chuckles as he makes a drink for another waitress. It’s only six, but it’s three-dollar beer night, and people are here for it. “Yeah, I saw you coming out of Jase’s room this morning. I’d imagine it was.”

I gape at him. Shit. I didn’t see him when I poked my head out the door. “You saw that?”

He lifts an eyebrow as if to say “Why would