Book Two in the
USA Today bestselling Story of Us series.
Live the truth...
The truth about Hallie has
torn Houston and Rory apart for a second time. Houston is finally unburdened of
the secret his sister confided in him, but now he must deal with the aftermath.
He has vowed to set things
right for Rory, and he's determined to get her back. But the destruction left
in the wake of Hallie's letter is not the only obstacle he must face. Houston
must find a way to win Rory back by showing her their story isn't over yet.
..or live the lie.
In her desperation to move past the anguish of
Hallie's secret and Houston’s lies, Rory seeks solace in Liam. When Liam is
transferred to another tech company in California, Rory jumps at his invitation
to leave Portland, and her broken heart, behind. In California, Rory finds a
friend who opens new doors for her in the literary world. But does this new
friend have ulterior motives?
The Way We Break is the second book in The Story of Us
Series, which follows the tumultuous love story of Rory and Houston. The sequel
and final book in the series, The Way We Rise, will be released September
2015.
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THE WAY WE FALL BOOK TRAILER
It was New Year’s Eve. Troy had wanted us to
join him at a frat party, but I knew Rory would feel more comfortable ringing
in the New Year just the two of us. The restaurant was packed with people who
either had the same idea as us, or who just wanted to take advantage of the
free New Year’s Eve beer sampler. I parked my truck in the back of the
restaurant, which stood like a giant two-story box in the center of a dark
corner lot.
The front of the restaurant was lit up by a
gaudy neon sign and the sodium yellow glow of a solitary street lamp. But the
back of the restaurant was flush in dark-blue shadow, and the occasional glint
of moonlight on chrome. There was one other car parked back there, but it was a
brand new Lincoln SUV. Probably belonged to the manager or the owner of the
restaurant. They wouldn’t come out until the place closed down at two or three
in the morning.
“Do you think they’ll have champagne?” Rory
asked, grabbing her phone out of her purse and tossing the handbag into the
truck cab.
“Doesn’t matter. You won’t be able to drink it,”
I said, reaching into the cab to grab an old blanket I kept back there out of
habit, tossing it on top of her purse to further conceal it.
“You don’t know that. I don’t always get
carded.”
I can barely see the arc of her cheekbones
through the hazy moonlight. “I don’t know. It’s New Year’s Eve. They might let
you slide.” I reach forward, my fingertips skimming over her knee-high tights,
landing softly on the top of her thigh. “Or they might take one look at you in
that skirt and those schoolgirl socks and decide you’re just too much of a
risk.”
Rory and I had never role-played, but ever since
I saw her slink into this outfit, I’d thought of nothing else but bending her
over a desk and fucking her as if our grades depended on it. Being three years
apart, Rory and I didn’t share any classes. But that didn’t change the fact
that I thought of nothing but her while sitting through hours of boring
lectures. Fucking her in that schoolgirl outfit would make up for all the times
I’d sat in class trying my damnedest not to get hard while fantasizing about
her mouth around my cock.
I began sliding my fingers beneath her wool
tartan skirt, but she grabbed my hand. “Stop trying to distract me.”
She threw open the passenger door and twisted
around to get out. My eyes locked on the curve of her hips, the bounce of her
ass as she plopped down onto the asphalt. It hadn’t quite been twenty-four
hours since we’d last fucked, but I was already hungry for her again. I stepped
out the truck and headed her off near the tailgate.
“What are you doing?” she said, making a move to
sidestep me.
I moved with her, my hands reaching forward to
grab her waist. “Don’t move.”
“Houston.”
My gaze fell on her chest, the rise and fall of
those soft mounds. The way they curved down into her waist made me dizzy. The
snug cream sweater she wore left just enough to the imagination. My eyes raked
over her entire body, landing on her lips, my mind lingering on the memory of
the sweet taste of her. Finally, I looked up, and the moment our eyes met she
knew.
Her arms stretched up, latching onto my neck as
I bent down, my arms locking around her thighs to lift her up. Her legs
clenched around my waist as our mouths collided in a hot fervor of passion. I
carried her past my truck, toward the back wall of the restaurant, my muscles
saturated in my need for her.
“What if we get caught?” she whispered.
I pressed her against the brick wall, leaning my
weight into her as I kissed her deep and hard. Without saying a single word, I
was answering her question: Who gives a fuck?
“Fuck me,” she breathed as I ground my hips into
the wet cotton of her panties.
“Not yet. I want to watch you come undone.”
I set her down on the asphalt and knelt before
her. Her chest heaved with anticipation as she watched me lift the edge of her
skirt. Sliding my hand behind her thigh, I lifted her leg to rest it on top of
my shoulder, opening her up to me.
“Oh, God,” she whimpered, as I slid her panties
to the side.
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Cassia Leo loves her coffee, chocolate, and
margaritas with salt. When she’s not writing, she spends way too much time watching old reruns of Friends and Sex and the City. When she’s not watching reruns, she’s usually enjoying the California sunshine or reading – sometimes both.
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