Broken Lyrics (Book 3 of the Black Heart Series)

Thirty

Asher

The Fuck Off And Dies were playing Shut the Fuck Up, over and over again in my head.

"It'll go to voicemail." I mumbled.

"It has. Four times already." Bree's little voice sounded next to me.

"It's Henry." I griped.

Why the fuck was Henry calling me? I didn't do anything wrong last night. Except what I did with Bree after we left the club... That was wrong, but... Oh, so right...

I stretched and rolled over on top of her.

"Ash." Her voice came out in annoyed pout and she squirmed a little under my weight, her legs separating in the adjustment.

"Phone's over here." I reached over onto her nightstand, to pick up my phone and slid right into her, up to the base, with a sigh.

She was still wet from our latest romp, so it wasn't hard going, but she arched her back and gasped as I filled her.

"It just slid right in." I smiled down at her, "Got a mind of his own, he does."

"Jesus, Ash." She breathed heavily.

I held a finger up to my mouth, as I clicked the accept call button on my phone.

"What the fuck do you want?"

I slid slowly out of Bree and back in. She bit her lip with my slow, tantalizing movements.

"I've been calling you for over an hour now!" He shouted.

"I've been busy." My words came out in a huff.

An exasperated sigh came through the line, "Get off your girl and let me in! You changed the damn code and I can't get in!"

"You were giving it away," I huffed, "I couldn't have that."

Bree let out a whimper under me, as I continued my movements.

I smiled widely at her.

"Are you going to let me in?"

I gave a sigh, "Give me twenty."

"You've got ten!"

I slammed into Bree hard and she let out a cry. I closed my eyes, reveling in the sound and the sensation of her warmth.

"Fifteen and no shower." With that, I hung up the phone to finish with my girl.

***

About twenty minutes later, I made my way down to greet Henry, who was already waiting in my foyer.

"What the fuck do you want?"

"You couldn't put fucking clothes on?"

I looked down at my underwear and shrugged, "You interrupted my morning."

"It's fucking one in the afternoon!"

I smiled angrily at him, "Still morning to me. I haven't showered yet."

"I can tell." He huffed, giving me a once over.

I ignored him and went to the kitchen, where Claire stood at the ready.

"Coffee, sir?" She smiled.

"Yes," I gave a nod, "Thank you."

"I'll have one too, black, no sugar." Henry told her.

"No, you won't." She handed me my coffee.

"What do you mean, I won't?" Henry glared at Claire, "You you talk to all of your employee's guests like this?"