Glass Heart Hero: A Dark High School Romance by Lindsey Iler (free ebook reader for iphone .TXT) 📕

my own. “Something that tells you to walk towards the one thing that could kill you, but you do it anyway because knowing the other person is struggling alone isn’t acceptable. I want a rough and angry kind of love with doses of softness. I want the kind of love you fight for but never settle for. I want more, and I want it with you.”

“I don’t know if I can love you like you deserve,” Breaker admits, glancing away.

“If you can love me with whatever you have, that will always be enough.” At my proclamation, his eyes dart to mine.

“I heard you on the way down,” he says, cupping my face. His lips dance across mine, and too quickly, they’re gone. “This was the second time I thought I may lose you, and if I wasn’t certain before, I am now.” He kisses me again and slowly eases away. “I love you, too.”

“I love you,” I repeat the words. A surprised and thrilled smile slips into place.

We trace our hands over each other as if we are proving the person in front of us is real.

“You sure you’re good that this is what you’ll be looking at for the rest of your life?” Breaker makes a show of displaying his body.

I run my hand over his abs and the perfect dip on his hips. “Yeah, I think this is something I can work with, but who said anything about forever?” I joke as I get out, dripping wet.

Breaker jerks me, catching me before I slide on the tile. His lips press harshly onto my mouth. “You think you’re cute, huh?” He passes by me and tugs on a pair of gray sweatpants, sans a shirt. Not that I’m arguing.

I walk into his room. “I’m going to need some clothes,” I request, holding my arms out to show that I’m naked and soaking wet.

His eyes skim down my body, admiring every inch of my skin. He leans against his dresser. His legs cross at his ankles, proving he’s a god in his own right.

He opens his top drawer, reaching in to grab a white t-shirt, then stalks over to me, slipping the shirt over my head and gently guiding my arms into the sleeves. His gaze at me in his oversized shirt makes me feel revered and worshipped.

“I’m exhausted,” I yawn, overcome with what today has brought on.

“Get into bed, baby.” He lifts the covers and watches me climb in.

“You’re coming, too, right?” There’s no undertone to the question. Just a girl, needing a boy next to her.

Breaker bends down to kiss the top of my head. “Don’t go anywhere. I need to handle some things.”

“Don’t be too long.” I cuddle into the oversized duvet.

Breaker’s hand snakes under the blanket. I bask in the attention his eyes and hands are showing me.

“It’s not going to be tonight,”—he gently runs his finger over my slit—“but I’m going to bury myself inside your tight pussy, Delaney.” He kisses me, then walks to the door.

“Promise?” I say before he can flick off the light. He turns, and I throw off the covers.

His stare glides down my body until he reaches the apex of my thighs. My finger has replaced his, pleasuring myself. I’m not a fool. I know what I’m doing.

Breaker slams his bedroom door shut. “Don’t stop on my account.”

I bite down on my lip, the wonderful feeling in my lower stomach clenching and releasing from having him watching me.

“You don’t want to join?” I urge him, locking my eyes on his pants. Is the front moving, or is that simply my imagination?

“You’ve had a hard night. We better not test fate.” He grins. “Plus, I’ve heard sometimes it’s better to be a spectator.”

Breaker Davenport has never been a spectator a day in his life. He’s an all-hands-on deck kind of guy, showing extra attention to my body and making up for lost time. We talk and make love once. It isn’t until the sun starts to peek on the horizon that Breaker gives me a full show of what he’s capable of.

The softness and vulnerability of the night is gone. It’s a new day, and Breaker Davenport has built-up aggression to release.

My body is first.

Tripp DuPont’s life comes second.

Chapter Thirteen

Breaker

“Try to keep your voice down, please,” I encourage, walking into the kitchen.

Palmer is sitting on the island, her legs spread enough for Marek to get close. Byron is nowhere to be found, and Dixon is tapping away on the keys of his laptop. He glances up to acknowledge me, unlike the two love birds who can’t stop messing with each other.

“Hello? Does no one hear me?” I wave my hands around.

“I hear you,” Palmer announces, smiling against Marek’s kiss.

“How’s our girl?” Marek moves away, focusing his energy on me once he’s gotten enough from Palmer to be satisfied.

Our girl. It’s something I used to say about Palmer. No jealousy is necessary in our fucked up little family. He’s right. Delaney is our girl, as much as Palmer is. An unwritten oath to protect them has been set in stone since they waltzed, more like bulldozed, into our lives.

“She’s sleeping, thankfully.”

“Well, by the sounds coming from your room, my guess is she didn’t get much sleep last night.” Dixon laughs, grinning over the top of his screen. I toss the bagel I’m about to put in the toaster straight at his head, but he catches it. “What! If you don’t want us to hear her, maybe partake in the old fashioned ideal of putting a pillow over her face.”

“I didn’t come down here expecting everyone to pretend like nothing happened,” I admit, catching the bagel Dixon returns by lobbing at my head, then turning to toast it.

They’d born witness to my unraveling last night. I’d warned them that what Tripp had planned would be the end of me. Loneliness will make me jump to the harshest realities. I had never expected Delaney to fly in and ground me.

“We didn’t think you’d want