Broken (12 page)

She was halfway out of her chair and in his lap as he ate at her lips. She was so sweet it made his heart ache. How could anyone have held this, hurt it, and let it go? “I’ll never let you go.” What the ever- loving fuck? He hadn’t meant to say that shit out loud. Before she could question him he pushed his tongue back into her mouth and took them both back under.

The cake and coffee were forgotten as he tortured himself by taking her onto his lap and kissing her for the next half an hour. She kissed like a woman who’d been starved. She also kissed like an innocent.

“Like this.” He showed her how he liked to be kissed and learned what she liked. How she liked to be held, touched. He kept his hands from straying too far, only teasing the sides of her plump tits as he fucked her mouth with his tongue.

He had a plan, one that might kill him before it came to fruition, but his lust, his need had to take a backseat to hers. It was a true testament to what he was beginning to feel for her, that even as his cock leaked behind his zipper he held off. “Calm down baby before you hurt yourself.” So much fucking heat.

“Uh-uh.” She pressed herself harder into that lump she felt under her ass. She was gone, caught up in the fire. She’d never felt anything like this, so all-consuming. For once in her life she wanted to give into that fire that had sometimes scared her. She wanted to let go and fly free. Would he rebuff her? Would he find her hunger too much too…desperate?

He calmed her with a soothing hand up and down her back as he brought their kiss down from fever pitch to a slow simmer. When they were both breathing easy again, he pushed the hair back from her face and looked, just looked at her as if seeking something in her eyes.

“You’d better get to bed.” He tapped her ass to get her to move off of him even though what he wanted most to do, was take her to the couch or her bed, which was a few steps farther away, and bury himself to the hilt inside her.

Not here, and not like this. It had only been two days for all that it felt like a lifetime. He knew he could take her, that she had no power to stop him, but he knew it would be wrong. Not only because of what she’d been through, but because of what he wanted them to share. For that, for the future he envisioned for the two of them together, he needed to give her more.

It wasn’t easy watching her walk away from him, not when she looked as though she didn’t want to either. But with a sigh he watched until she disappeared behind the door. It was going to be a long damn night.

Chapter 8

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S
he tossed and turned with him in the other room until sleep finally took her just after midnight. Her dreams that night were of him. There were no shadows, no dark cloudy skies, just laughter and the two of them in some very compromising situations. They were so hot they felt real, so that when she jumped awake just a few short hours later, she expected to find him in bed next to her. Her cheeks were flushed and her body in heat. That secret place between her thighs throbbed with longing.

She looked around the room her breath short and choppy as if she’d ran a marathon, but he wasn’t there. She dealt with the bitter taste of a different type of disappointment, even as she asked herself if it wasn’t better that it had all been in her head.

Slipping from the warmth of her bed, she tiptoed to the door that she’d kept closed last night. Now that she was awake her body had another pressing need that had nothing to do with the wetness between her thighs that had followed her from her dreams. She clamped her legs together and calmed herself down, preparing herself for what was beyond the door. Geez Kerryanne, get a grip. You’ve lived with a man for ten years just go to the bathroom for Pete’s sake.

Peeping around the door she saw the lump of his body still on the couch, fast asleep. Her heart did aerobics in her chest as she snuck out of the room heading for the bathroom down the hall. I don’t want him to hear me peeing. Of all the things to be embarrassed about, she thought. Her body wasn’t having it anyway, and she was soon sitting on the toilet releasing her bladder in spurts, trying her best to quell the noise without much luck.

She brushed her teeth and washed her face while she was in there before creeping back out like a thief. He was still laid out on the couch having not moved an inch it seemed. She let go of the breath she’d been holding and made her way in the direction of the kitchen to get the coffee started.

The closer she got to the couch the more her heart raced and the little imp on her shoulder told her it would be a great idea to take a look. No. Just one little peek, he’s probably not wearing a shirt, it was warm last night. And didn’t you want to see what all he has drawn on his chest? She rolled her eyes at her inner musings knowing that she wasn’t brave enough to risk it but still her feet headed in his direction.

She drew in a sharp breath when she reached his side and looked down. He was huge. Not potbellied huge. His muscles looked formidable without his shirt. His stomach was rock hard and her fingers itched to touch. Her eyes took in everything at once. Dammit, the lightweight blanket covered the good parts, barely. There was a noticeable tent below the waist that she would’ve given anything to feast her eyes on.

Since when did you become a wanton hussy? She chided herself before letting her eyes trail back up to his chest, which was safer. He was beautiful, like a work of art. She’d never given much thought to tattoos before, the meaning behind them. But his seemed to tell a story.

The colors and the way they popped on his skin drew the eye. She got caught up in trying to read the story that his tattoos told and forgot to be careful, moving in closer for a better look. She was also breathing like a racehorse coming in for the stretch with his nemesis on his ass.

When his eyes popped open and he reached for her, pulling her down to his chest, she let out a little yelp. “Seen enough?” He covered her mouth before she had the chance to answer. If she thought the kisses they’d shared before were hot, this one was incendiary. His sleep warm body felt amazing beneath the thin cotton of her nightshirt. Her breasts tried valiantly to poke holes into his chest, and his arms, those arms she’d just been admiring, wrapped around her like a blanket and drew her in.

Kyle had been lying there waiting for her to wake up. He’d awakened maybe fifteen minutes before she did. The hard-on that woke him had hurt like a son of a bitch and he’d gone into the bathroom to clean himself up and take his mind off of it. No way was he gonna rub this one out, this was all for her. He was gonna let the shit build up for as long as she made him wait and empty it all deep inside her.

His thoughts had only made him hotter, so when he was finished brushing his teeth he’d gone back to the couch and did some breathing exercises. Willing himself the whole time not to go into the room where she slept and fuck her awake. He’d stolen a glimpse of her last night after she’d finally fallen asleep so he knew well enough what she looked like curled up in bed, and he couldn’t get the image out of his damn head.

It was hard as fuck holding himself in check, not rushing her as his grandpa had made him promise. Then she’d come out there to do her staring shit and his already aching dick said fuck it.

He rolled them over on the couch so that her much slighter form was now beneath him, and pressed his cock into her pussy for some much needed relief, while he devoured her lips. He should’ve known his hot little princess wouldn’t react like other women; that she’d ignite; and she did.

It started with those noises he’d come to appreciate, like an engine getting started. Then she spread her legs and wrapped them around his ass, pulling him in harder against her softness. Her nails dug into his scalp as she rode his dick and bit his lip.

“Fuck!” he growled into her mouth and held on for the ride. She ground her hot cunt into his hard cock until he could feel her clit getting bigger beneath her clothes. He should pull back, but instead he moved with her, dry fucking her hard. No longer caring that he was gonna cum in his fucking pants for the first time in his life.

When she ran out of breath he pulled his lips and tongue away from her mouth and looked down at her. Those tits of hers were unleashed again and he dragged her shirt up to beneath her neck. The groan was heartfelt as he lowered his head and took one of her pink morsels onto his tongue. She lifted his body with hers as she screeched hard and long and his heart almost busted out of his chest.

“Fuck me!” What a sight. Her head was thrown back and pressed into the pillow beneath it, mouth wide open, eyes rolled back and he wasn’t even inside her yet. She gritted her teeth and moaned as she came. He actually felt the heat of it through his pants. He had to bring her down with soft words and soothing strokes, and by then he’d forgotten his own predicament. He jackknifed off of her and sat her up on his lap, holding her close as she cried.

Why do I keep acting like a horny slut every time this guy kisses me? She had nothing against which to measure this new experience. Yes she’d always enjoyed her sexuality, but never had she felt this…this inferno that came from her soul. It scared her just a little. What did it all mean? Where had this fire in the belly been hiding all these years? And why was he the one to release it?

She was confused as she sat there quietly on his lap while he whispered words of comfort in her ear. In over ten years Paul had never made her feel like this, never made her feel this wild. Yet here she was with a man she barely knew and already she envisioned herself rolling around on a bed of lust with him inside her.

He was being so careful with her, so sweet. Not like his usual gruff self after one of their kisses and this had all the others that had come before beat by a mile. He’d stopped crooning to her but his hands kept up their soothing pattern along her back and arms, settling her once again.

“Let’s get some coffee.” His voice almost made her jump out of her skin. She jumped up from her place on his lap, keeping her face turned from him and went to grab a robe. It was hot already and there was no AC, but she needed the added protection. She was lost in a fog and her thoughts were scattered, but as much as she wished she could stay hidden away in the room, she knew she had to go back out there and face him.

By the time she came back he had two cups of steaming coffee on the table where he sat waiting. He’d changed into a new tee and jeans, covering up that amazing chest and unknowingly taking it easy on her. “When we’re done what say we head into town for some breakfast?” She nodded yes although she wasn’t really in the mood for a repeat of yesterday.

It had been some time since she’d ventured out in public, and two days, no make that three in a row was a bit daunting. Granted nothing too traumatic had happened, except for their little run-in with Sarah, but she wasn’t sure she was ready for anything more.

She also selfishly didn’t want anything to take the shine off of the morning’s experience. The thought of running into one of her old friends and seeing that look of pity or heaven forbid, condescension, in their eyes, left her cold.

He knew exactly what she was thinking, it was written all over her face like a page in an open book. But that’s the reason he’d suggested it in the first place. He wanted her to face those demons, to see that life goes on and that at the end of the day as far as he was concerned she hadn’t lost anything worth holding onto. He could come right out and tell her, but he wanted her to find her own strength, if with a little prodding from him.

The man he’d seen yesterday was not even close to being her equal. Not only because he was an average looking piece of ass lint, but because with that one look coupled with what he’d learned so far, the guy was weak. The waitress last night had filled in a lot of the blanks that Lucille either didn’t know or didn’t think was worth mentioning.

He’d sat there pretending just a passing interest while all the while he was seething. She’d put her life on hold for that asshole, given up who she could’ve been to make him what he was and his thank you was to fuck her over. Now he really wanted to find a lawyer to stick it to the asshole.

What had stuck in his craw though more than anything else, was the way they’d stripped her of everything. The way they’d made her a laughing stock, someone to be pitied by people she’d once called friends. If he could import his own and give them to her he would.

The waitress didn’t seem none-too-fond of the new ‘it’ couple around town. In fact she had nothing but harsh words and disdain for the other woman who she seemed to see in much the same light as Lucille.

He had yet to lay eyes on the side twat turned wife but from everything he’d learned so far it seems she was like every other average gold digging home wrecker. The fact that the two women had been friends could only have cut deep, and that’s one of the reasons he needed Kerry to get some of her own back.

He waited for her to take a quick shower and change before heading out on his bike. She did that clinging shit again but this time he was ready for it. He’d made peace with the fact that his dick was gonna stay hard around her, nothing he could do about that. But it didn’t freak him out the way it had the day before.

***

There were whispers in town, started by who knows who; but those whispers were heating up fast. It seemed like no sooner had the furor over the divorce died down than there was new news. Of course there had been other entrees on the gossip menu the last few months, but nothing as juicy as this new little tidbit.

“He’s Clancy’s grandson; came up after poor dear Ethel’s funeral rest her soul.”

“I hear he’s loaded.”

“How loaded can he be Theo? The boy rides one of those death traps and got tattoos up one side and down the other. I don’t think they hire that type in any respectable company.”

“Shows what you know Deke. I heard from Ms. Lucille that he’s rolling in it. Got his own company in some big city somewhere, I think Chicago she said.”

“Chicago? He ain’t one of them mob types is he?”

“Don’t be an ass Charlie it ain’t the damn thirties when Capone and them boys ran the streets. No this is respectable business from what I hear.”

“He’s a good looking fella, look strong. And if he’s any kin to Clancy then you know he’s from good stock. That girl deserves some good in her life. I think it’s a shame how this town let her down. Her folks were good people.”

“It’s not like we walked that trollop into the idiot’s bed Charlie. What the hell did you expect us to do lynch them?”

“I always knew that Jenny girl was trouble, my Myrtle always said she was a sly one.”

“Deke your Myrtle would look at St. Peter sideways at the pearly gates, that woman has always had a suspicious nature.”

“That maybe all well and true, but she ain’t hardly ever wrong now is she?”

“You got a point but I still say we shoulda done something. That poor girl was the sorriest thing you ever did see. Then she just up and disappeared from sight.” He shook his head and picked up his coffee cup. It was true. There wasn’t much they could’ve done about the divorce, but after, maybe the wives could’ve rallied around her, shown her some support.

“What are you three old women doing over here all huddled up together?”

“Clancy.” The name rang out as the four old friends exchanged hugs and ‘how you dos’. It had been a while since they’d seen their friend out and about, not since his wife fell sick in fact.

Before that they had a standing appointment every morning down at the diner for coffee and pie to shoot the breeze. It’s something they’d been doing since they were young men raising their own families. Kept them out of trouble to be able to get together and swap war stories about what the wives had been getting up to.

“Well what’re you having this morning Clance old buddy? It’s on me.”

“Mighty kind of ya T I think I’ll have my usual. Deke what in the Sam hill is that in your mug?” The old man lifted his mocha cappuccino with extra whip cream.