Broken (24 page)

Getting up from the table he went after her. He was hoping this didn’t turn into a screaming match, but was willing to do whatever it took so that they won’t ever have to be here again. The shit was getting old. If she were anyone else he would’ve walked already. “Let’s have it.” He folded his arms and waited.

“FINE, I don’t want to fall in love with you.” She tried to walk away. The words rocked him for all of two seconds.

“You don’t have a fucking choice. Look at me you infuriating fucking pain in the ass.”

“No.” She kept her face turned and even turned her shoulder away from him. Kyle reached out and grabbed her none too gently, making her body fall into him.

“I told you before, I will not pay that asshole’s debt.” He tore her blouse down the middle and pushed her back against the wall. One hand went around her throat and the other between her legs.

“This is mine. I don’t care what the fuck you have going through your head you fix your shit. But do not fuck with me.”

He didn’t give her a chance to answer, not that she knew what to say anyway. One second she was on the wall and the next she was airborne. She opened her mouth to scream, thinking she’d finally pushed him over the edge and he was going to chuck her somewhere, but he tossed her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and headed for the bedroom.

He was a ball of fury once he threw her across the bed and tore her shorts down her thighs. She laid there in between sexual heat and stark fear as he tore his shirt off over his head, kicked off his shoes, and lost his jeans. Kyle wasn’t in the mood for softness. She’d gone too fucking far this time. He didn’t even give her a cursory finger along her slit to test her readiness, just spread her legs, palmed his cock and drove home.

That scream she’d been hiding behind her teeth was finally set free.

“You don’t want this? Huh? Is that what you’re saying to me?” He slammed into her body hard, lifting her back off the bed with the force of his thrusts. The frames on the walls rattled as he plowed into her like a madman.

She forgot all about being afraid when her body reacted to his forcefulness by the third or

fourth stroke. Talk about small town morals and ethics. Hers went out the window as she opened her legs wider to accept him. She’d thought the last two days had awakened her to new heights, but this, this was beyond anything she’d ever expected in her sheltered life.

He bit into her nipple and her body went into a tailspin, sensory overload. “Kyle...” Now she felt fear of a different kind. She was losing control.

“Shut up, shut your fucking mouth. Until you’re ready to apologize to me you don’t fucking speak.” His finger came down on her clit as he changed up his pace, biting into her lip as he stroked into her wet heat nice and slow. She didn’t stand a chance.

Kyle went to work exorcising his demons and hers. He wasn’t making love to her now, not the way he had been the last few days. This was a reckoning, a claiming if you will, once and for all. He used her body against her, making her feel, bringing her off time and again while holding back his own release. He was of a good mind to pull out and stroke that shit onto the floor, reject her the way she’d thought to reject him, but that would defeat the purpose. The sooner he bred the little pain in the ass the better.

He didn’t tell her when he was cumming, just emptied his nuts inside her. Kerryanne was riding on a wave of passion. She’d cum so much and so hard that her tummy was beginning to ache. She knew when he came, she felt the throbbing against her walls. But no sooner had he finished than he pulled out of her body. She missed the way he usually stayed inside her until she came down but she needn’t

have worried.

Kyle, still working on his mad, pulled out of her pussy, flipped her legs into the air and pushed into her ass. Her eyes widened as she felt the burn. The only lube was her juices that had ran down to her ass. She pushed her hands against his to get him to ease up but he grabbed them and flattened them against the bed.

“You take what I give you.” He sucked her nipple back into his mouth as he stroked deep into her ass. Thank heaven he didn’t plow into her or she’d really be in trouble. Kyle went on a marking spree, leaving his mark on every inch of her body he could reach. Kerry stayed on one long drawn out high, her body never coming down since the first climax. If it was his intent to punish it had backfired, because she’d never felt this good.

Kyle wasn’t trying to punish her though. He had something else entirely in mind. He walked them into the shower with his dick stuck in her ass and turned the water on. Pulling out of her he cleaned himself up before pushing her to her knees. No words were spoken as he tapped her cheek with the head of his cock. Her mouth fell open to accept him and he held her head in place as he face fucked her.

“Open up, take more.” He went into her throat and held while she struggled to hold him there, before fucking in and out of her neck with fistfuls of her hair held tight in his hands. When his cock was hard and she’d had all she could take, he pulled out. “Turn around.” She did as she was told on her hands and knees on the shower floor with the water

pouring down on them.

Kyle nosed around her pussy with his cock before sliding in. He took his time bringing her to the brink and easing off until he too was close. Then with one hand covering her pussy with the heel of his palm pressing down on her clit and the other tugging on her tit, he fucked his seed into her, making sure to go deep. “Stay where you are.”

She looked over her shoulder and he was just kneeling there with the two of them stuck together. “That ought to do it.” He finally pulled out and got to his feet. She could see he was still pissed so kept her lips sealed. He left before her and by the time she got to the bedroom he was dressed and pacing back and forth. The look he turned on her said it all and she braced herself. Surprisingly she no longer felt that sickening fear. As a matter of fact she was looking forward to getting it all said and done once and for all. He didn’t make her wait long.

“What the fuck did you think we were doing here? Did you think I’d let you use me to scratch an itch and then climb back into the hole you find so comfortable?”

“I never...”

“Yes the fuck you did. I knew it, but I also knew that there was no fucking way I could feel what I started to feel for you without some kind of reciprocation. So I gave you time the time I thought you needed to get your head out your ass. You got a bum deal, I know this, but if you think for one second I’m gonna let you fuck me over the way that asshole did you, then you’ve lost your fucking mind.”

“Would you stop swearing at me?”

“Didn’t I tell you to shut the fuck up?” Oh well, this is going to be a great conversation. “What is it that you feel Kerryanne, are you even capable of feeling anything at all for anyone but the asshole that fucked you over?”

“What kind of question is that?”

“Answer the damn question.” She didn’t know how to; didn’t want to was more like it. She hedged around a bit but that stare unnerved her. “Of course I’m capable of feeling.”

“Tell me, because I’m at a loss here. The more I try to show you my heart, the harder you pull away. I know we’ve known each other a handful of weeks but you can’t tell me that you don’t know what you feel. I’m trying to work with you here but you’re not giving me much. And I gotta tell you, I’m done…”

He was about to tell her he was done doing things her way but she flew across the room and into his chest like a bat out of hell. “No…” He had to hold her up when her knees gave out. “What the hell?”

“Please don’t leave me.”

Kerryanne was in turmoil, he was putting her on the spot, forcing her to look at things she’d rather not. Why couldn’t they go on the way they were? Even though she knew she’d someday want more, she wasn’t sure she was ready for what he was offering. But she couldn’t let him go.

“Shh-shh calm down baby, I’m not leaving you. Haven’t you been listening to me?” he pulled her into his chest and held her precious little head in his hand.

She was shaking like a leaf and he knew just how to calm her down. “Let’s get out of here. Get dressed.” He left the room to make a call while she got dressed. The closing was in two weeks, to give the lawyers and inspectors time to do their thing. But for all intents and purposes the place was theirs. It was already off the market. He’d made sure of that. He wanted that little tidbit to hit the gossip mill as soon as possible. To help things along he called gramps as soon as he rung off with the realtor.

“Gramps.” He looked behind him to make sure she wasn’t coming. “I bought Kerryanne her house.” The old man laughed and congratulated him over and over. “Get off the phone now boy I gotta go tell Lucille the news.” That’s exactly what he was hoping for. “Okay gramps I’ll see you later.”

She came out of the room in a short skirt that swished around her legs and a cute little tank. Very un-Kerry like, but gorgeous. He measured the length of the skirt to make sure it was long enough for the back of his bike. He didn’t need any more assholes ogling her. He already had a hit list a mile long.

Once outside he did his usual, making sure her helmet was on right before climbing on and pulling out. They both kept to their own thoughts but he felt the change in her when he pulled into the long driveway. She actually relaxed.

“What are we doing here?” She looked around as he helped her off. “You’ll see.” Taking her hand he led her up the stairs to the front door. Using the code the realtor had given him he led her inside. No sense in beating around the bush, he’d just get right to it.

No matter how he said it she was going to react whichever way she chose. He just wasn’t going to accept any outcome but the one he wanted, the only one that would do. “Come here Princess.” He held his hand out for her to come to him.

“What is it?” she was getting a little nervous at the way he was acting. Why did he keep bringing her here? Yes she loved the place, but each time she left she was only reminded that it would never be hers. “Welcome to your new home.”

She couldn’t have heard him right. “What? What are you talking about?”

“I bought this house, for us.”

“What? Are you in…what are you talking about?” He was kidding, had to be. There was no way he’d bought this house. Why? “Why are you teasing me? You know how I feel about this place, it’s like my dream…”

“Yes, I know. That’s why I bought it.”

“You’re serious.” Her tummy went into overdrive and she couldn’t breathe. “Yes I am.”

“But, I don’t understand.” She looked around the place with a sense of vertigo. This couldn’t be real- none of it was real. Was it?

“What’s there to understand? I bought the house for us to live in. You made it very clear that you wanted to stay here in this town, and I sure the hell isn’t living in that apartment of yours.”

“But this, this is… you really bought it? And I can live here with you?” He’d already made up his mind to save the really big news for later. His girl couldn’t handle too much at once, so he figured he’d lead her

along on that one.

“Where else would you live? The closing’s in two weeks. I wasn’t going to say anything until then but I thought now was as good a time as any.” He said it so matter of fact. Like everyday a man bought a two million dollar house and offered to share it with a woman he’d only just met.

Kerryanne was trying to process. She’d heard every word he’d said but there was way too much going on inside her for her to grab onto any one thing. She’d just suffered the scare of losing him, having believed that that’s where he was headed, only to have her world make a complete three-sixty less than an hour later. Most of her confusion stemmed from the fact that this was not her life.

She wasn’t used to things being handed to her, was not accustomed to this much goodness all at once. The last person to show her any real kindness was her grandma, well except for Ms. Lucille and then gramps. Could she really trust this? “I have to think, give me a minute.”

“Take all the time you need, but be warned, in two weeks your shit is going to be hanging in that closet up there next to mine. I’d use the time to adjust if I were you.” He walked away, giving her the time she said she needed but it was no help. She found that she needed him there to hold onto like an anchor while she tried to make sense of all he was saying.

She took a few paces around the room trying to imagine living there everyday, with him.

A ray of sunlight came across the room and hit the floor in front of her. She looked up and over and saw him standing in the middle of that light and it did something to her. She really looked at him then as he stood in front of the window with the sun highlighting his beauty. The fear, her constant companion, had a tight grip on her. She could almost taste it in her throat. She could feel it beating like a live thing inside.

A soft breeze touched her nape, bringing peace with it. She felt more relaxed when he lifted his head to look at her. It was as if she were seeing him for the first time. The tears came first, tears of joy and gratitude. He wasn’t Paul. That look in his eye just then she’d never seen it before he came into her life. Why had she missed it. “What?” He had that smirk thing going on again, the one she found so adorable on him and suddenly the knots in her stomach untied themselves.

She turned her head to the side as if listening to something, but she was really just studying him. The smile started in the pit of her gut and worked its way across her face. He knew, somehow he knew and once again opened his arms to receive her. She flew across the room and into his arms as she gave the tears free rein. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for being such a fool.” She blubbered out an apology against his chest, trying to get it all out. Trying to put into words her worst fears.