Broken Pieces (19 page)

I walk around the island and start rubbing his back. He grabs my waist and places me in between the island and him. He puts his hands on either side, trapping me. I don’t mind, though. He smells of sweet whiskey, a fresh shower, and Drew. Even though I could do without the one smell, the mixture is still my favorite. I slide my arms around his neck and he immediately reacts, wrapping me in his strong arms. “I’m sorry, sweetie.” His voice is muffled, as he kisses the side of my head.

“Mmm …” I close my eyes and get lost in his scent while his hands roam over my back.

He places his hand on the small of my back and slowly pulls me to him, as he pushes me further into the island. I open my eyes and see that his eyes are smoldering. I run my hands through his hair, pulling his lips to mine. He pushes his hips into mine, and I can feel his hardness against me. Suddenly, he lifts me onto the island, and I let out a little yelp and a giggle. He finally breaks into a smile.

He runs his hand down my legs to my heels. “You’re gunna’ leave these on, baby.”

Oh, my! After all this time, we are actually going to do it! I have tried to make it crystal clear that I am ready and just waiting on him. He would always say he wanted to wait, but maybe he has changed his mind.

He starts kissing me, working his way from my neck to my bare shoulders. He pushes my dress up further, as he slides his hands up to the thin strap of my panties. He pulls back and gives me a devious smile, like he is up to something. When he starts to pull the thin fabric down, I lean my hands back behind me on the counter to hoist my ass up to make it easier. He freezes. He is looking straight down and frowning so I follow his eyes to the handprint that is beginning to show on my pale skin. I have always bruised easily so I figured it would leave one, just not that big.

I take my legs and try to pull him back to me, but he loses it. Effortlessly, he maneuvers out of my grasp and starts to pace, murmuring profanities that I can’t make out. I place my head in my hands and sigh. This night could not get any worse but, as always, I spoke to soon. I hear a loud crash that causes me to jerk my head up.

I see a hole the size of a grapefruit in the wall. Drew’s leaning his head against the wall with arms stretched above.
Shit!
Not-so-gracefully, I jump off the counter. I forgot about having the damn heels on so I cling to the edge of the counter for dear life, as I steady myself to take them off.

I run to him, placing my hand on his back and try to soothe him. I talk like I’m talking to a child. “Drew, baby, look at me.” I try to place myself between him and the wall, and he adjusts so that I can fit. He is squeezing his eyes shut and tensing his jaw. My only strategy is to be calm so I can calm him.

“Drew, I know you did not mean to do that. You are not that person. Please, don’t beat yourself up over it. I’m fine.”

He huffs in response. I lay my head on his shoulder and wrap my arms around his bulky chest. “I love you, Andrew,” I breathe in his ear.

That does it. He instantly relaxes, engulfing me in his secure arms. “Oh, baby,” he whimpers. We just stand there, holding each other.

Eventually, he pulls back. When he goes to place a hand on my cheek, I see blood. I automatically grab his hand and start inspecting. “Oh, let me get you a towel … and ice.” I rush back to the kitchen, and retrieve a towel from the drawer and ice pack from the freezer.

I make him sit at the bar while I wipe the blood off and place the ice pack on his swollen knuckles. He stays quiet as he I clean his hand. He runs his hands through his hair, making him look like pure sex.

I finish cleaning his hand, and openly admire the most handsome man I’ve ever seen. He looks up at me through those dark lashes of his. I take my time to admire the man standing in front of me. He is all mine for the taking … and I think I shall take.

I drop the towel, place my petite hands around his face, and move in between his legs. He doesn’t think twice about wrapping his muscled arms around me, pulling me to him. As I stroke his face with admiration, we have our silent look into each other’s eyes. As he takes my mouth in a forceful kiss, I push back just as hard. I run my hands through his messy hair as he stands up. He lifts me slightly so that we won’t break our heated kiss.

He talks against my lips. “Wrap your legs around my waist, baby.”

I obey, and he begins walking towards his bedroom. Butterflies … more like freaking birds … are going crazy in my stomach. I have no clue why I am nervous. I want this. I have wanted this for the past six months so why am I feeling this way? I trust him; I know he will be gentle with me.

My thoughts trail off as he starts to suck on my neck. My back automatically bows to him. I melt into him, stretching my arms around his massive shoulders. He puts one knee on his bed and slowly lays me back.

As he pushes a curl away from my face and looks deadly serious, he says, “Are you sure?” I nod, looking him straight in the eye. “Say it.”

“Yes, Drew.”

That is all it takes for him to slide his hot tongue down my neck to my collarbone, leaving light kisses as he goes. I start clawing at his back in an attempt to pull his dress shirt up. I hear his shoes hit the floor and, in one quick motion, he pulls me into a sitting position. I look up at him, awaiting his next move. He moves to unzip my dress; I lean into him to make it easier. He slowly drags the top down just past my breast. Even though he has seen every part of me, it still seems like if this is the first time, for everything.

From somewhere inside, I find boldness and reach up for the buttons on his shirt. Passionately, he looks down at me. I push the silky dress shirt over his shoulders and he lets it fall. I run my hands over his chest, feeling the ridges of his hard muscles. He grasps my chin in his hands, making me look up at him. “You are beautiful.” His voice is more husky than normal.

With shaky hands, I undo his belt and unbutton his dress pants. Just as I go to push them down, he lowers me back onto the bed and begins to slide my dress further down my body. I arch and move to accommodate him. Each time he pulls a little more, he places one kiss, then another. I start wiggling in anticipation, grabbing his hair in my fist as he makes his way down. He maneuvers effortlessly to take off my dress, as well as his pants.

Gently, he grabs my leg and starts to trail kisses to my upper thigh, spending extra time where his hand left marks. At this point, there is no reason for any foreplay on my part because I can feel how wet I am, but who am I to stop that talented mouth of his?

He kisses all around me down there, then puts one finger inside my folds, “Oh, baby, you are so wet already.” He licks, then pulls away, leaving me wanting more.

He takes my panties off, then moves to my bra. Out of all the times I imagined this moment, the first time with a guy since that night, I do not feel close to what I thought. I always thought I would feel scared but, with Drew, I don’t.

He is on his knees, admiring the view. I should feel embarrassed, but the only thing I feel, as I see the desire in his eyes, is excitement. I am panting just seeing him enjoying the view. I never knew that could be a turn on.

He places his hands on either side of my head and lowers himself above me, holding his weight up. I raise my hands to run them down the tensing muscles in his arms. As he pushes my legs apart, he presses his hips into mine, making me feel his penis at my opening. I gasp at the foreign feeling down there.

He starts kissing me across my cheek, down to my neck, to my ear. He softly mumbles, “You have to relax, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.”

I nod against his shoulder. He moves down to my breast, kissing all around my nipple, taking it into his hot mouth. He flicks his tongue around my hard nub before he moves to do the same to the other.

I am writhing against him while he teases. When he leans up to look me in the eyes, I feel him push the tip in. I don’t know if it is because I have not had sex in years, or if it’s because he is really just that big. I’m thinking the latter.

I close my eyes, as he starts to enter me more. “Open your eyes.” he rasps, making my eyes shoot right to his. “I want to see you.”

He takes his time as he pushes completely into me … and stills. I start to think something is wrong until I hear him mumble, “Holy fuck.” I am taking that as a good sign. His eyes are starting to roll back so I make a move to grind against him. His eyes bolt open, dark hazel eyes look drunkenly at me. “Better not do that. I want it to last more than five minutes.”

“Okay,” I meekly reply.

He begins to move slowly at first. The more I turn my hips to meet every thrust, he starts to go faster. “You feel good, baby,” he manages to say. I moan in response.

I stare at the man I love. This feeling is exhilarating. I never knew that it could be like this because all I have ever known was bad.

“Oh, baby, I can’t last … I’m com—” I can feel him break apart. “I’m sorry,” he sheepishly says, after he catches his breath.

I giggle. “It is fine.” I place my hand on his cheek in comfort.

I get a huge smile in return. He leans down and starts kissing me all over: cheek, nose, forehead, and chin. I am giggling hard now. He looks at me and, in a serious tone, says, “I love you, Kara. You know that right?”

“Of course I do, and I love you.” Why he would even ask?

He kisses me once more, then sighs and rolls to his back. He pulls me to his side and I lay my head on his shoulder, wrap an arm around him, and hoist my leg up. His breathing is still rapid; his heart is beating hard. As he begins to calm, I feel so thankful to be able to hear that heartbeat. It is music to my ears.

We lay in silence for a bit. Then he simply states, “My mother called me tonight before your graduation.”

“Is that why you were late?”

“Yeah, sorry about that. She got into some trouble again, but I told her that I couldn’t help her this time.”

“Oh.” I do not know what to say back because I never had to deal with my mother. “Was that what was bothering you tonight?” Besides Kace, but I keep that to myself.

“Yes, among other things.”

“I’m sorry about her.” I genuinely am.

“It is not your fault. I shouldn’t have brought it up. I want this night to be perfect. Well, as perfect as I can make it after acting a fool.”

“It’s fine. I knew you had things on your mind,” I say, as I absentmindedly rub his abdomen. He tightens his hold on me, and we both fall into a peaceful sleep.

All too soon, the alarms are going off. Wait, it’s Saturday. It’s Drew’s phone, but what time is it? It is still dark out. He moves to answer his phone, and I see it is only 3:30 in the morning. Who could be calling at this hour? He gives a groggy hello, and then falls silent. Abruptly, he stands up and puts on a pair of jeans. It must be serious, but all I can think of is that he’s going commando? He ends the call and sits on the bed, his head dropping into his hands.

“Hey, who was that?” I move to sit beside him, stroking my hand down his back.

“She’s gone,” he whimpers between breaths.

It takes only a second for me to realize who he is talking about … his mom. I suck in a breath. “Oh, Drew. I-I don’t know what to say.” Even though I did not know her, there is a tightening in my chest for Drew.

“I guess it was bound to happen with her antics.” He quickly jumps off the bed, grabbing a shirt on his way to the bathroom.

I drag myself out of bed and start going through the clothes that I have accumulated over the months. At least I have a simple pair of jeans and a hoodie. I am pulling the hoodie over my head when Drew walks back into the room. “What are you doing?” he asks, confused.

“I just figured that we … you need to go, um, deal with things.” I have no clue how he is going to take the news he just received. I know they were not close, but she was still his mother.

“Yeah, I do need to go to the police station, but you can stay here and get some more sleep.”

“I want to be here for you. Please don’t push me away now.”

He sighs. “Okay. I just don’t want you to have to deal with this mess. What she was into was not pretty.”