Broken Rules

Friendship Rules: Don't do David Copperfield or heir to the throne

Four months ago

(19) Carolyn Grandfield

I found my mate, those were the painfully words I was avoiding these last few months. I stared at him confused and hurt but forced a smile. I knew that this day was bound to happen, as much as I avoided it I knew that it would happen sooner of later anyways.

"I'm happy for you." I told him with a smile and he stared at me with a lot of emotions swirling in his eyes, first of all guilty. Was he regretting not waiting for his mate? Of course Carolyn, what do you think?

"Cut the bullshit Carolyn, I know you're not happy and I'm not either." What was that suppose to mean? Nothing, we can't do absolutely nothing about it.

"It was good while it lasted,-"

"What the fuck Carolyn?!" He stood up abruptly, the chair falling backwards. "It was good while it lasted?" He stared at me with incredulity and pissed off.

"What do you want me to say?!" I stood up too, hands curled up in a fist and gritted teeth. "That I don't want you to be with her? That I want you to stay? I don't want that."

"Okay, fine then." He said calmly and simple with a shrug but his posture still tensed.

"Well fine." I shrugged my shoulders as well not caring and crossed my arms with a raised eyebrow.

"You know what? It's not fine." He turned back and walked toward me, me meeting him hallway as we kissed each other. Clothes scattering around in the living room, my knees bended and my feet on his shoulders as he eat me out, his hands pushing gently upward on my abdomen, stretching my skin away from my pubic bone, and helping to coax the head of my clitoris out from beneath the hood.

He stretched his arm and yanked a pillow down as I tilted my hips from him to slide it underneath me so he could eat me better. I touched my thighs as I rested my head on the ground, my mouth in an o shape as I panted.

"Yes, oh god I'm going to come." I grabbed a bunch of his hair and pressed him down, moving his head up and down and side to side. "Fuck, ay!" I jerked forward as a liquid gushed out of me and slumped on the floor breathing heavily.

I pushed his head down and turned over on my front. "This is not right but fuck, you eat me good." I felt his mouth on my back, kissing down my spine. "Please Kieran, just leave." I groaned at him and shook my shoulders.

"No." He responded back plain and simple, his hand gripping my side as he move it down my figure, his other hand sneaking to the front. I clamped my legs close and yanked his hand away. "No." He went to sneak his hand between my legs again and I turned around to look at him with a pissed off look on my face.

"Yes. Yes Kieran." I said strictly and took his hand away, standing up on my feet and left the kitchen. I heard him groaned before he pushed himself up and walked behind me, catching up with me and turned me around.

"Fine, you want us to end things?" He asked me while looking deeply into my eyes, mine looking into his glinting with tears. "Just tell me, I can leave if you tell me that you want me to." I looked down instead of telling him something and I heard him sigh.