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

were up to the no-good business they are, I wouldn’t leave a single leaf unturned.

“We’ve all grown up in this world. The rich are good at throwing a sheet over the truth. The problem is they’ve never really gotten the hand of nailing the bitch down. They’ve slipped up, and if they haven’t, they will,” Madison says with confidence. “Now, who’s going to tell me about that fine specimen who climbed into bed with me last night?”

“This fine specimen is too old for you,” Byron interrupts, passing through the kitchen.

“We’ll see.” Madison winks at him. He groans and slips out the front door, disappearing once again.

“Oh, I’m not touching that.” Palmer stands and puts her bowl in the sink, then skips up the stairs.

Madison and Delaney chat while I eat my cereal. Watching the two of them together is strange.

Opening our house to her until we are done seems like the logical answer. It’s started to become our thing. If we are going to put a girl in the line of danger, we put her up where we can keep track of her. Palmer started the tradition.

Lost in my own daydream of last night, I don’t even notice Delaney trying to get my attention until her hand skates up my thigh.

“Earth to Breaker.” Delaney waves her hand in my face. I search the room. Aside from the two of us, it’s empty. When did Madison leave? “You all good?”

“Remembering what happened last night,” I admit.

Delaney’s eyes shift to the not-so-hidden hard-on tenting my gray sweatpants. “I could help you with that.” She gets out of her chair and leans on the arm of mine, tilting closer and closer to me. “Now, I’m more than happy to, but not until you tell me . . .”

“Tell you what?” I lick my lips, suddenly too aware of her body and mine.

“What is it that got you going? The memory of fucking me, or the idea of Madison touching me? She’s the girl, right? The one you toyed with my body for?” She leans forward and bites my bottom lip.

“I’d be a liar if I answered no,” I respond, scooting my chair out and towards her. “What do you have on under there?” My hands skirt up her knee-high socks, stopping at the edge of her pleated leather skirt. “Hop on, baby.”

She climbs onto my chair, and I yank down my sweats, knowing she has nothing on underneath to stop her from engulfing my length. With a familiar ease, she lowers onto me, never shying away from eye contact. Her warmth, wrapped around me like a blanket, has my body shuddering with pleasure. She leans back to get the right angle, riding me. Her hips move like a song, slow and steady, captivating me as I watch her pussy slide up and down my dick.

“Fuck!” I groan, settling in for the ride of my life.

“Go right ahead, baby.” She nibbles the soft skin on my earlobe. “You can come.”

And I do. Right over the fucking edge. There has never been anything hotter than hearing Delaney use my words against me. I may have fucked her senseless last night, but there’s no doubt she fucked me this morning.

She climbs off, bends down, and kisses me. There’s no skimping on the affection as her hand wraps around my neck and brings me closer. Her tongue is rough and sensual, as if she really wants to taste parts of me.

“Uh hmm.” A throat clears.

Delaney quickly tucks me into my sweats and saunters off with a proud sway in her hips.

“You’re right, Breaker,” Delaney says, nodding at Madison in the doorway. “No one can do that for me, but for fun, let’s see.”

Delaney grabs the side of Madison’s face, and instantly, Madison knows what’s to come. This isn’t her first time being kissed by a girl. She settles into Delaney’s lips, and their tongues dance around each other. Madison grabs the belt loop on Delaney’s skirt and tugs her closer.

When they break apart, I have to physically pick my jaw up from the marble floor.

“Soft,” Delaney whispers, running her thumb over Madison’s bottom lip. “Like Breaker promised.” She grins at me. “I better go clean up before we leave.” Her finger grazes her inner thigh, and I practically hold my breath as she brings it to her mouth and licks it, then disappears up the stairs.

“Holy fuck,” I whisper.

By Madison’s shit-eating grin as she walks to the table, my guess is she heard me.

I don’t know what’s gotten into Delaney. With the arrival of Madison, I’d say she feels like she has something to prove, but we both know damn well she doesn’t.

“Where’d you go?” I ask, adjusting myself from the trouble that is Delaney Chambers.

“Had to make some calls.” Her eyebrow raises towards the ceiling. “Do I dare ask what that was all about?”

“I think you can guess.” I laugh, memories taking over my mind like a relentless itch that won’t go away.

Madison giggles, tapping her finger on the table. “You aren’t going to try to fuck me again, are you?” If she wasn’t so damn trustworthy, I’d be worried.

“Only if she asks me to.” I grin, standing, a little shaky at the knees from the first of the morning fuck.

“You love her.” Disbelief is in her tone, but her face screams a different emotion entirely. Understanding.

“It goes beyond that, Madison.” I lean my hands on the table and press closer to the middle. “I’d kill for her, and that’s a whole lot more than love.” I walk to the stairwell, ready to get this day over with.

“Well, let’s hope it doesn’t come to that,” Madison says, glee in her words.

Let’s hope not.

Again.

Chapter Sixteen

Delaney

“Hey, Dad,” I call out as I walk in the door.

No one is there to greet me in the entryway, which is strange. Ginger is always there to welcome guests, unexpected or not. I glance at Breaker. Watching his eyes widen as he inspects my father’s house is amusing.

“I’m rich, Delaney, but