The Heartbreaker Series: Books 1-3 (10 page)

“I’m so not a slut.” I take a deep breath. “I really like him, Jordy. I’m scared. What if he breaks my heart the way that fuckface broke yours? I don’t want another man in my life to let me down.”              

Jordan comes right up to me and grabs me by the shoulders. I see the hurt in his eyes and feel bad for what I said. “Hey, I know I’ve hurt you plenty, especially after
he
hurt me. Even though we were babies, I know it hurt you that Dad left and never came back.

“I can’t predict the future, but I can promise you that no matter what happens, I’ll be there for you. I’ll do a better job of being your big brother. I love you very much and don’t want to see you run from something that could possibly be life changing for you.” He wraps me in his arms and hugs me tight. This is why I can never stay mad at him. “Now, no more sappy shit. I’m here to take you to lunch.”

I tell him to give me a few minutes so I can change my clothes. I go across the hall to my room and pull a sundress out of my closet and slip it on. I put on a simple platinum chain and some flip-flops. Jordan is in the kitchen eating a cupcake when I enter.

“Those are for Saturday, ass face.” He grins at me sheepishly before he stuffs the rest of the cake into his mouth.

“Okay, okay. Dig those panties out of your ass,” he mutters with a mouthful of cake. I roll my eyes and grab my purse.

***

Jordan and I ended up spending the whole evening just hanging out like we used to. We ate junk food, laughed, and cried while we watched some of our favorite movies. Jordan even brought a joint with him and we proceeded to get high, which caused us to laugh and cry harder. I hadn’t smoked in a long time, but it was a kind of fun thing to do to celebrate my new job.

We went into my room and took pictures of each other in various hats. I sent a picture to Gabe while I was wearing my big floppy hat. I was blowing kisses at the camera as Jordan snapped away. We went through the pictures together and sent him our favorites. Gabe responded with a warning of what he was going to do to me for punishment since he said I was teasing him. Thinking about what he’s going to do to me sends shivers down my spine.

After I say bye to Jordan, I strip down to my bra and panties. I check my hair in the mirror and take a sexy selfie. When I hit send, I cringe in embarrassment. “What did I just do?” I whine to myself.

I power down my phone so I don’t have to see his reply. I throw on my robe and flop down on my bed. I had no business doing that. “Ughh, just pick up your phone and turn it on,” I tell myself.

As soon as it’s powered back up, my text notification goes off several times. They’re all from Gabe.

Damn baby!

Are you trying to tempt me? It’s working.

Why aren’t you answering me?

Is this your form of torture? I want to come to you right now and rip those right off of your body. If you don’t answer me I’m going to drive over there and paddle your ass and I’ll miss the call I’ve been waiting for.

I look at the time of the last text. It was five minutes ago. I quickly shoot off a text to him.

No need to spank me. I’m glad you enjoyed the pictures.

He responds back almost instantly.

Oh baby I did. I wish I wasn’t waiting for this call. Otherwise I’d be ripping those panties off you in seconds.

Oh yeah? Can I tell you a secret?

Always.

I wish you were here right now too.

They’re calling me now, but I’ll see you tomorrow.

I tell him bye and then toss my phone on my nightstand.

***

While the car cools down, I get the boxes of cupcakes together and ready to go. My mom has already called me five times to remind to me to bring the cupcakes, wear ‘those cute jean shorts,’ bring Jordan, and introduce her to Gabe. I’m nervous about him coming. What if he can’t handle my mom or her housemates? I guess it’s better to learn now than down the road.

I take a quick peek at myself in the mirror. My hair is in a low ponytail. I’ve given myself a healthy glow with a little makeup. I’m wearing a fitted Cubs jersey and the jean shorts Mom wanted me to wear. I run into my room and shove a pair of socks into my purse to put on with my skates. I grab all three boxes of cupcakes, lock up, and head to my car.

I reach the skating rink a few minutes later and see the minibus from the home and my brother’s car. I don’t see Gabe’s car yet. He was originally supposed to come pick me up, but he’s finalizing terms for a deal he’s making. I hope he gets to come.

After grabbing the boxes out of the back, I make my way toward the entrance, where I’m met by Jordan. He grabs the two boxes on top and holds the door for me as we head inside.

“Mom’s been chomping at the bit for you to get here. I told her she’s starting to give me a complex.” We both laugh because if I were here first, she’d be the same way to me about Jordan. Our mom’s a bit of a drama queen, but she’s our drama queen.

The music and lights haven’t been turned on yet, but the rink did just open about ten minutes ago. I follow Jordan to our group in the party room.

“Jazzy!” I smile as several of the residents holler my name.

I set the cupcakes down as my mom comes to greet me. “Hi, Mom.” She wraps her arms around me.

“Hi, my baby girl.” I close my eyes and hug her tight. She doesn’t call me that often, but I love when she does. “Where’s your friend?”

“He should be here soon. He had some work to do first.”

I called my mom last night to give her a heads up. She doesn’t do well with surprises. She gets really nervous and it can turn bad really quick. The last time I surprised her and it turned bad, I was a freshman in high school. I brought a friend home from school, forgetting that my mom would be home.

My mom was sitting in the living room and when she saw us, she ran over and started talking a mile a minute. She got so excited she began to stutter and my friend laughed. My mom cried and yelled at us. It broke my heart and I never talked to that girl again. Of course, I got teased at school for a few weeks for having the retarded mom—their words, not mine. When the other teens saw it didn’t bother me, they quit doing it. Plus, it didn’t hurt that the girls were all gaga over my brother.

Last night, she had a million and one questions about Gabe. The question she wanted the answer to the most was if he was handsome. I, of course, told her he was. I didn’t tell her he was my boyfriend, only because I don’t know if I should put a label on it. For all I know, we could be just friends with benefits. I shake those thoughts from my mind and say hi to everyone.

Chapter Eight

Gabe

I finish my business call and shut down my computer. Thank God it ended earlier than planned. Now I won’t be that late. I don’t relish the idea of hanging out in a loud skating rink, but, at this point, there is nothing I wouldn’t do for Jasmine. She’s ingrained herself inside of me and I’ve become a junkie for her.

I’ve always loved women, but none of them have been the total package. She’s beautiful, intelligent, and funny and has a body that was built for fucking. Fuck, I get half-hard just thinking about her and the feel of her tight pussy hugging my cock.

I look down and sure enough, my dick is hard. I look at my phone and ignore the urge to jerk off. I’m gonna wait until I can be balls deep inside of her. When did I become a fucking sex addict?

I go to my bedroom to change out of my basketball shorts. I throw on a pair of jeans and put on my tennis shoes. I’m not planning on skating, so it doesn’t really matter what I wear.

Not too much later, I pull into the parking lot. I haven’t been to a skating rink since I was in high school. It brings back some great memories. Life was so much simpler as a teenager. All I cared about was my family, football, and fucking.

I step inside the rink and scan the area for my girl. It doesn’t take long before I spot her. My heart does that fuckin’ flipping thing in my chest as I watch her.

She’s in a deep conversation with a young man with Down syndrome. He must have said something funny because she tosses her head back, laughing so loud I can hear it from where I’m standing. The young man soaks up the attention she’s giving him. It’s obvious that she genuinely enjoys his company.

She finally looks up and sees me. A huge smile graces her lips. She whispers something to her friend and then stands up. I see she’s on roller skates as she comes to me. With the skates on, she’s almost as tall as I am. She’s in a Cubs jersey that highlights her gorgeous tits and shorts that show off her long fucking legs. Even casually dressed and wearing hardly any makeup, she’s still so fucking beautiful.

“You made it.”

It does something to me that she’s happy to see me. I know she’s been hesitant about us, but more and more she’s letting her walls down. I wrap my arms around her and kiss her lips slowly. I pull away when I hear a soft voice behind us. Jasmine turns around and grabs a blonde that looks to be a shorter and older version of Jasmine forward.

“Mom, this is the gentleman I was telling you about.” She turns to me. “Gabe, this is my mom, Marie. Mom, this is Jill’s brother, Gabe.” Jasmine leaves out the part that we’re seeing each other. I’ll accept it since we haven’t really given what is going on with us a title.

I reach out my hand to shake hers, but she wraps her arm around me instead.

“It’s nice to meet you, Marie. I’m actually Jasmine’s boyfriend.”

Her mom giggles as she pulls away from me. “Hi, Gabe.” Marie turns to her daughter and whispers in her ear. Then she walks away.

“She said that you’re a hunk.” She grabs my hand. “Come meet everyone.”

We make our way to the large group. There are adults, teens, and kids all standing around, talking and laughing with each other. I see a couple of guys watch Jasmine with lust in their eyes. She’s oblivious to it, but I’m ready to bust some heads. Her brother comes over to greet me and it distracts me from losing my temper.

“Hey, Jordan. How are you?”

I offer my arm to shake his hand, but he pulls me into a hug. It doesn’t make me uncomfortable. I know he’s harmless and is probably just waiting to see if I react. Jasmine just shakes her head at us. Jordan lets go of me, winks at his sister, and walks away. There are too many people here to do one by one introductions, so she does a shout out and tells everyone who I am.

A kid who looks no more than eighteen decked out in Chicago gear comes rushing over to us. “Gabe ‘The Hammer’ Johnson! Number eighty-two. I’m a big fan of yours. I’m Phillip.”

Phillip seems like a sweet kid. I can’t believe he just spouted off my stats without looking at anything. Hell, I can’t remember them half the time. “It’s nice to meet you too. You know my stats better than I do. Impressive.” The kid’s chest puffs up a little as he smiles at Jasmine. I definitely know how he feels.

I admit that when Jill told me that Jasmine was twenty-two, I almost said forget it, but the more I’m around her, it’s easy to see that she’s an old soul. She tells me she’ll be right back and my eyes drift to her ass as she skates away from me. The two jackasses who were watching her earlier are watching her now and I’m tempted to go over there and explain that she’s mine and if they don’t want me to punch a hole through their skulls, then they better back off. I start walking in their direction when I hear loud squealing.

Jasmine shouts, “I love this song.” It’s that Bruno Mars song that radio stations play constantly. Her mom follows behind her and soon my girl is skating around the rink. The two of them are oblivious to everyone else as they sing and laugh. Jordan is standing on the sidelines taking pictures of his mom and sister. ’Round and ’round they go. Jasmine wiggles her hips and waves her hands in the air. This is the most carefree I’ve seen her and I love it.

When the song ends, she makes her way over to me with a big grin plastered on her face.

“You looked good out there, babe.” I lean forward and kiss her behind her ear. Her skin tastes salty from the sweat coating her skin. I pull away before I get a hard-on in front of all of these people.

“Thanks. Are you hungry? They’re setting up the food right now.”

With my hand on the small of her back, I lead her over to the table, where the food is all set up. Jasmine sits down on a bench to take her skates off and then slips her feet into some flip-flops. I grab her hand, pull her close to my side, and kiss her temple. She pulls away and helps the little ones fill their plates. They chatter happily to her and she wears the biggest smile. She carries the kids’ plates for them and sets them on a table.

I grab two plates and fill them with food for the two of us. I carry them over to the table she’s standing next to. I sit across from Jordan and Marie. Jasmine sits down next to me and kisses my cheek. I love that she is so free with touching me and she doesn’t shy away from me when I touch her.

We all make small talk while we eat until Phillip comes over and asks to get his picture with me. I stand up and Jordan offers to take the picture. I ask him how he wants to pose because I don’t know if he’s okay with me resting my hand on his shoulder.

When I played in the pros, we did a lot for Special Olympics. Some of the participants had no problem with physical contact and others didn’t want you touching them at all. You learned real quick who you could and couldn’t touch.

Phillip puts his hand on my shoulder and I do the same. We both give the peace sign. Jordan snaps a couple of pictures and Jasmine looks over her brother’s shoulder. I love the smile on her lips.

She comes to me and looks at the pictures. “They look good.” She turns to Phillip. “We’ll make sure you get a copy, okay?”

The kid has an obvious crush on Jasmine. Phillip’s cheeks are stained red and he won’t look Jasmine in the eye. He nods his head in response to her question. She hugs him before he starts laughing and goes over to an older woman who looks like Phillip. I wave at the older woman and she mouths,
Thank you
.

***

If Jasmine licks the frosting off her finger one more time I’m going to take her in the bathroom, paddle her ass, and then fuck her until she’s screaming my name. She looks up at me and smiles. I arch my eyebrow as I look at her, then the cupcake in her hand. She realizes what I’m gesturing to and flashes me a mischievous smile. Very slowly, she drags her finger through the pink frosting and brings it to her lips. Her pink tongue peeks out at me as she swipes the first bit of frosting off her finger.

My dick twitches and I stalk over to her. I lean down and whisper in her ear, “Come with me, now.”

She swallows hard, but she stands up. I lace my fingers with hers and drag her toward the hall, where the bathrooms are.

“Gabe?” We turn the corner and I move fast. I press her back against the wall and attack her mouth. My dick gets hard as hell. She wraps a leg around my waist and grinds against me. I grab her hair at the base of her skull and pull her back.

“Turn around for me,” I whisper against her ear. Her whole body shudders and my cock pulses. I want inside of her so damn bad. She stares at me with half-closed eyes and does what I say. I rub my palm over each cheek and, in rapid succession, I slap each cheek. She yelps in surprise and then moans when I kiss her neck.

“Naughty girl. Teasing me with that frosting. It makes me think of you licking it off of my cock.” She moans at my words.

I want to keep this going, but I don’t want us to get caught and make Jasmine look bad. I back away and adjust myself in my jeans. I kiss her lips and pull away from her. “I want you to stay at my place tonight.”

I want to fall asleep in my bed with her in my arms and wake up the same way. Of course, I’d also prefer to wake up with my dick inside of her. We make our way back to the group and Jordan gives us a knowing smile. Jasmine’s cheeks turn pink and she hustles past us to her mom. I just shake my head and laugh.

After more skating, everyone starts to pack up to go. I talked to a few of the male residents and posed for some pictures, which was fun, but a couple of the male relatives of said residents were complete fuck heads. They’ve been eye-fucking Jasmine and causing my anger to rise.

I kneel down, slip off her roller skates for her, and tie the laces together while she puts on her sandals. I take her and her mom’s skates to the counter to drop them off. Jasmine looks anxious as we all start heading outside. The families all say goodbye to each other. I’m standing behind her as she goes to hug her mom.

“Can we have lunch Tuesday?” Jasmine asks her. Marie looks at her daughter and I don’t like what I see.

“No! Why can’t I come with you?”

“Mom, you know you like living there. Don’t be like this. Didn’t we have fun today? Please don’t do this.”

I want to say something, but Jordan beats me to it. “Come on, Mom. Let me help you on the bus.” He starts leading Marie away, but she turns to Jasmine.

“I don’t love you! You’re a fat bitch.” She stomps away like a child throwing a tantrum. I signal to Jordan that I’ve got Jasmine while Jordan loads their mom on the bus. Luckily, no one saw that display. An audience probably would’ve made it worse.

Jasmine doesn’t move from where she’s standing. I can’t see her eyes because of her sunglasses, but the hurt is evident on her face. I’ve never been good at dealing with tears from a woman. I wrap my arms around her from behind. I hug her to my chest and can hear the shuddering breath she takes.

“Does she do that every time you’re together?”

She shakes her head. “No. I don’t know why sometimes she does and sometimes she doesn’t. I know I can’t make excuses for her, but she doesn’t process things like you and I do. It causes her to have these behaviors that sometimes aren’t bad but sometimes they are so awful I can’t take it.” Her voice cracks and I pull her tighter to me. Jordan steps off the bus and goes straight to Jasmine.

“She told me to tell you she’s sorry,” Jordan says. Before I can process it, Jasmine breaks away from me and walks swiftly to her car. I try to follow her, but Jordan stops me.

“Let her go. She likes to be alone after shit like this happens,” he tells me, but it doesn’t make me feel very good.

“Do you really think that’s wise? She seemed really upset.” I’m itching to go after her.

“I don’t know why she only reacts this way to Jazz. Maybe it’s because Jasmine’s always mothered her? One thing I know for sure is that it kills me every time it happens.”

I thank him for dealing with their mom, but I’m not waiting any longer to go after her. He asks me to have Jasmine call him.

I’m on my way to her place when I call my sister and ask her to do something for me. She immediately loves the idea and says she’ll e-mail me the info when she has it. I hope Jill is able to make it happen. I want to be able to surprise Jasmine with something fun, to take her mind off of today. I know she starts her job Wednesday and this will help her relax and recharge her battery.

I pull into the parking lot of her apartment complex. I see her car, which is good, and make my way toward the door.

I knock on her door but hear nothing. Jordan gave me his spare key, so I use it to let myself into her apartment. I walk down the hall to her bedroom. The sight that greets me causes an ache to start in my chest. Jasmine is lying on the middle of her bed. Her quiet sniffles fill the room. I slip off my shoes and slide into the bed beside her. I pull her to my front and just hold her.

I don’t know what to say to her, so I don’t say anything. Whenever she’s ready to talk, I’m here and ready to listen.

I’m not sure how long we lay here, but when her crying stops, she turns in my arms. I brush her hair out of her face and kiss her lips. “You okay, baby?”