Broken Dreams Stories

Chapter 135

It was late by the time the movie was over, and I could not hide the jaw–breaking yawn that escaped me. After giving everyone a good night’s kiss, 1. headed for my room with Mike close behind. We climbed into bed, and the second he pulled me close to him and my head hit the pillow, I was asleep

When I woke up the following day, it was still dark. After unsuccessfully trying to fall back asleep, I carefully slid out of bed, trying not to disturb Mike, who was still sound asleep. I went to the kitchen, started the coffee maker, and quietly snagged my phone from its charger before slipping into the bathroom to shower. While the water warmed up, I brushed my teeth, brought up one of my playlists, and put it on, keeping the volume low so wouldn’t wake anyone else.

I was singing along as I washed and conditioned my hair, and when I looked up, I saw Mike leaning against the counter by the sank–smiling.

“Were you just going to watch, or were you planning on joining me? I asked, grinning as Mike’s smile widened,

He pulled his shirt and boxers off and was in the shower with me in less than a minute.

“Oh, hello,” I smiled at him as he leaned down and gave me a minty–fresh kiss. One minute, we were kissing under the warm water, the next, he lifted me up and pressed me against the cold wall of the shower. I squeaked in surprise but was distracted by the feeling of his very hard dick as he rubbed it against my pussy.

“Honey?” He whispered, and he didn’t need to say anything else. I had been missing him as much as he had me

We both ground and shuddered. I locked my legs around his waist, holding onto him as he thrust hard into me. His fingers dug into my hips as he took control of my movements, not even slowing as he pushed me over the edge into an orgasm. I came with a scream, and Mike followed after another

as we came down from our

got out. I returned to my bedroom to get dressed, and the smell of coffee and breakfast made my stomach rumble loudly. I dressed quickly in shorts and a

froze at the entrance to the kitchen. All the guys were standing around the kitchen, coffee in hand, but a stranger stood before the stove over a pan of sizzling

coffee for me. I smiled my thanks and took a sip.” This is Darren. He’s been our

I said to

to meet

Miss Emmy. It’s nice to meet you, too. I thought waffles would be a nice

they smell

Miss Em,” he replied before

has been formal for as long as he’s worked for us. It took me forever to get him to call me Mr. Jake instead of Mr. Jacob or Mr. Peters,” he said, shaking his head. Daren

I will bring in the warm syrup in just a moment,” He told us

filling our plates. Not only were there homemade waffles, but hason, fresh cut–up fruit, and orange juice. I couldn’t remember the last time I had walles this good. III were lucky, I would occasionally have the money to buy frozen