Their Broken Pieces by Jessica Gomez

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Alex

 

 

Jasmine’s moans against my cock had my load shooting faster than with any other girl. Of course, part of that’s her. Her green apple scent, the softness of her skin, the silky strands clutched in my fist. Just thinking about it causes my dick to press firmly against my zipper, cutting off circulation, which requires a quick adjustment. Her question is spoken a whisper away, enticing me again, asking if she gave good head. It’s almost enough to drive me over the edge and start another round.

She wants me. Hell, I want her more than anyone I’ve ever wanted, except all I can think about is our upcoming expiration date. Having sex with her, knowing we’ll be parting in less than a week, is taking advantage of her, whether or not she thinks it is.

Backing away from Jasmine, my eyes boring into her as I trail my fingers down her arm, not breaking our connection until she’s out of reach.

My gaze remains locked with her ocean blues as I nestle the phone between my ear and shoulder, dialing zero for the front desk. “Front desk,” a female voice answers.

“Yes, hi. I’m wondering if you can help me out. I’m looking for a secluded place to take a lady friend of mine to lunch.” Jasmine’s eyes light as a small smile tips her beautiful lips.

The lady giggles, as if I’m flirting. “That’s very sweet of you,” she coos. “I think I know just the place.” She takes a moment and describes where to go.

When I hang up, I wiggle a piece of paper at Jasmine. “Out of the way.” In seconds, she’s back in my arms, her body flush to mine, when I take her hand and whisper in her ear, “Let’s go.”

We separated in the hall, thinking it would be better to walk out alone, and then meet up on the next street over. I have to admit, this new game is sexy. The secrets, the hiding, the daringness of our relationship. We have a relationship. I’m in a relationship with Jasmine. The reminder repeats with every beat of my heart, whispering through my soul. It’s a dysfunctional relationship, but it’s ours, even if it’s only for a week.

I kiss her one last time before sending her on her way, watching her sweet ass sashay back and forth as she goes, wanting to bite my knuckles to internalize my groan. Her bare legs, which I wish were still wrapped around my head, are hanging out of another pair of frayed jean shorts. She’s wearing a white tank top with a light see-through silk shawl to wrap around her shoulders, hiding the grievances across her back. Her hair is down, the black a dramatic contrast to her porcelain skin, and making her sparkling sapphire eyes pop. Astounding. Breath-taking. Overwhelming. No word does her justice.

On my way to meet her, I encounter Carlos. He’s next to the pool, talking to some girls, and I see a black and blue face sitting next to him… Mario. I did a number on him. His left eye’s swollen and cuts cover his cheek and nose. His lip’s busted and inflamed, and just about every inch of skin is a different color. Hard to believe my hand was barely bruised.

“Que pasa?” I ask Carlos when I’m close enough. The girls he’s with immediately turn their attention to me.

“Nada,” he says, and then looks at the girls. “Alex, this is Madison, April, Ebony, and Jade. Ladies, this is Alex.”

Each one of their body language changes, informing me that Carlos has run his mouth. Their eyes read lust. Their gestures say I can pick one and have her in my room right now if I wanted, and the thought repulses me. The only thing I can think of is getting to Jasmine. She’s probably already there and waiting. The last thing I want is her running into anyone, especially Andrew, and having to deal with him alone if he ignores my warning.

“Ladies,” I say to them and dip my head. “I’m out, Carlos.” He slaps me five.

“Where are you off to in such a rush?” His knowing eyes are boring into me. He knows exactly who I’m rushing off with, and why I wouldn’t give these girls the time of day.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I smile at him, a silent thanks for not saying anything about her.

He nods, understanding my gesture. “Catch you on the flip side,” he says, and turns back to the girl he’s wooing.

I glimpse Mario looking at me, but when I turn to him, his eyes hit the floor. Regret knots in my stomach. He shouldn’t have taken it that far, so maybe now he’ll think twice before putting his hands on a woman.

Jogging the remaining distance, I meet up with Jasmine at a gift shop. The store holds silly things like leis, fake coconuts, and shot glasses that read Hawaii.

I walk up behind her, reaching over her shoulder, and grab one of the shot glasses. “I think this is the perfect keepsake for you to take home.” My tone is light and playful.

She takes the glass from me, so I drape my arm over her, my first act of public affection. We’re nervous about the contact, but elated at the same time. I pull away as she turns to me. “I already have a flask.” She smiles, putting the glass back on the shelf. “What took you so long?” Her eyes are curious.

“I ran into the boys.”

“Oh,” she says, and continues to browse.

“Are you ready to get farther away from here? Go have a late lunch?” I want to touch her again, pull her to me, and kiss her in front of everyone. Claim her as mine.

Mine.

Instead, we turn toward the restaurant.

“Yes. I’m so hungry.” She leaves the shop, purchasing nothing.

We walk a few blocks until every senior drops off the island, and then I slip my fingers into hers and hold on tight. She glances at me out of the corner of her eye, a small smile twitching her lips, and squeezes my hand in return. We round the corner to the restaurant and Jasmine stops, sucking in a deep breath.

“What?” Does she see someone from school?

She takes a moment to gather herself before she speaks. “This is the place Andrew took me for dinner last night.” Her voice is quiet, remembering last night’s events. “I didn’t realize it was this far out.”

“You want to go somewhere else?” I offer.

She looks at me with sad eyes. “No. I liked this place. I want to make a fresh memory, a better memory. I don’t want this place tarnished by Andrew.” The last sentence is powerful. She dislikes him. Good.

“That’s all right with me.” I gesture for her to continue walking to a table.