Rule Breakers Fall Hardest (The Boys, #6)

by Micalea Smeltzer

“Fuck.” The word rips out of me. Her bare pussy is pink and glistening. She’s fucking drenched. Like maybe she’s been turned on from the moment I did my impromptu striptease. Desperate to taste her, I lower my head and take my time licking her.

She whimpers beneath me. “Does that feel good, baby?” I kiss the inside of her thigh. “You want more?” Her breathless little “yes” has my cock aching.

She’s so fucking hot. How the hell could I have so stupidly thrown our friendship away? Why didn’t I try for something more with her?

“Hold on to me, Rosie.” She whimpers at my words and obeys.

Deep down, I hope it’s because she was secretly always waiting for me. I was always the man for her. I was just too fucking dumb to see it.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

“Hold on to the back of the couch,” I coax, fingers digging into her ass. “And ride my face.”

“When a man tells you to ride his face, you ride his goddamn face, you hear me?”

Too heavy? Her fucking mother.

“You’re hovering, Rosie,” I singsong. “Give me more.” I give her ass another squeeze and tug her down.

She’s certainly reactive with me. Obviously, she’s wasted far too much time on boys who don’t know what the fuck they’re doing when it comes to women.

“Holy fuck, Daire.” Fuck, I’ve never felt this satisfied in my entire life.

“Next time I’ll make it four. Maybe five if I’m feeling lucky.” I wink.

cheeks flushed from the orgasms that I gave her when no other guy could.

“Wipe that shit-eating grin off your face, Hendricks.” My smile only grows as my heart pounds harder in my chest. “You’re welcome, Mrs. Hendricks.”

And maybe, if we let ourselves, a forever.

Quickly, I tear into the paper and lift the lid. Inside, I find a jersey. It’s blue and orange, our school’s colors, with Aldridge Hockey on the front along with an angry-looking wolf. A giddy sensation hits me when I turn it around and find Daire’s jersey number, six, on it. I expect the area above the number to be blank—or at the most, to say Hendricks. But no, this is Daire. He doesn’t do anything half-assed. Mrs. Hendricks has been added to the top.

Only a few months ago, I hated Daire with every part of my being. Now? I very well could be falling in love with him all over again.

In case anyone ever doubts you’re mine. -Daire

As I’m chomping on the chip, Daire skates by and stops, ice spraying up around him. He taps the plexiglass with his stick, as if I don’t see him already. He waves, and some of the girls around me giggle like he’s waving at them. He frowns as he scans the bleachers around me, then points directly at me and makes a heart shape with his hands.

I try, and fail, not to smile. He taps the glass with his finger, waiting for… I roll my eyes and make a heart hand back at him.

“Either he’s got it bad for you, or he really doesn’t want these bitches talking about you.” “He doesn’t want them talking shit about me.” “Yeah, probably,” she agrees, wiping her fingers on a wad of napkins, “but I still think he likes you.”

“I’m right where I want to be.” Fuck. That means more to me than she can possibly know.

“I wanted you close.”

“You’re starting to make me think you like me.” I bump her elbow with mine. “I do like you, Rosie.”

I forget about dinner. About my disappointment. All I see, all I feel, is her.

I press my forehead to hers. “You’re killing me.” “You can touch me.” She puts a gentle hand against my jaw. “I want you to.”

She doesn’t have the first clue what her forgiveness means or what a privilege she’s affording me by trusting me with her body.

“Hey, buddy,” Daire croons, shuffling over and reaching his finger out to the baby. Sammy stirs, closing his hand around Daire’s finger, his eyes fluttering sleepily. “Daddy’s here.” The gentleness in Daire’s tone is so painfully sweet.

“Then I guess it’s up to me to inform you that Mr. and Mrs. Jensen have passed away.” My heart stops, and I blink, certain I’ve heard her wrong. “Passed away?” I look from her to Daire with a frown. “Like … dead?”

“We’re going to take good care of you, Sammy,” I say, stroking his head. “You’re already so loved by us.”

He’s still shirtless, and the sight of his abs is enough to send my libido into overdrive. It’s been way too long since I’ve had sex, and the craving is even worse after Daire proved how good an orgasm that isn’t of my own making can feel. “Can you put a shirt on?” I practically beg him. He grins, eyes crinkling at the corners. “Like what you see, baby?”

My dad holds up a hand to silence her, the move making my shoulders tighten with anger. “Don’t hold your hand up to quiet my wife,” I snap at him before he can speak. “This is her home, and she was asking a polite question.”

If she thinks I’ve forgotten about what we were doing when I got that call last night, then she’s sorely mistaken. I’m going to make Rosie Hendricks mine in every sense of the word.

Not nearly as beautiful as Rosie, though. As if anyone could top her.

I rub my thumb against the thick band on my ring finger. I like it there. I like the message it gives. That I’m taken. That I belong to her.

When I turn, Rosie’s right there. On instinct, I hover close and press my lips to hers. She startles, wide eyes big and bright when I pull away. “What was that for?” “I haven’t kissed you enough today.”

“I’m still thinking about last night. Your pretty little pussy was right there, and I didn’t even get a taste.”

“Have you thought about it too? Do you want my head between these thighs?” I move my hands down her body and give said thighs a squeeze. “Do you want to come on my tongue?” She whimpers and squirms against the quartz countertop.

“I fucking love knowing I’ve made you come when no other man could get the job done. It just proves it, baby.” “P-Proves what?” she stutters, peering at me through her lashes. “That you’re mine. You were always meant to be mine.”

Cradling her head, I tangle my fingers in her hair and take her in. Fuck, she’s gorgeous.

As she turns and walks away, it hits me. I couldn’t have done any of this without her. And I don’t want to do any of this without her. I’m so fucked.

“I want to touch you,” he confesses, his warm hand landing on my hip. “But the things I want to do to you … they’ll have to wait. Though…” He brushes over the band of my pajama shorts. “There are other things I could do to you. But only if you can be quiet. Do you want that?”

“Fuck, Rosie.” He presses another kiss to my neck. “You’re so wet already. Were you laying here thinking about me while I was in the shower?” I give a jerky nod in answer and suppress a moan.

“Mm,” he hums. “Were you thinking about me naked?” Another nod, my heart racing. “Was I stroking myself?” Heat pools in my core as I nod again.

“Words, Rosie. You’re going to have to start talking to me.” “Y-Yes,” I stutter, tipping my head back to give him better access to my neck. “In this fantasy, did I shout you...

“The things I want to do to you,” he murmurs, lips ghosting over mine. I arch back, begging for more. “Do it.”

“Get outta that pretty little head, babe.”

Focus on me. Focus on how you feel. Stop thinking.”

I’ve had plenty of guys go down on me before, but to no avail. None of them devoured me the way Daire is. It always seemed more like an exchange, not like they were getting any enjoyment out of it. But Daire clearly loves it. He doesn’t hold back. Not with his mouth, tongue, or fingers.