Fall To Pieces: Broken #2 (The Broken Series) (16 page)

“How much will it cost me, to make you to disappear?” 

“How dare he?” I screamed, slamming the carton of milk on the counter, as I tore off my hat and gloves, casting them aside to join my coat on the floor.

I kicked off
one of my converse, which narrowly missed Bruno, who darted out of the room quickly.

“Sorry Bruno,” I grunted, as I bent down to loosen the lace on my other shoe.

“Calm down, Cruella,” Derek joked from the kitchen doorway.

I swung my face around to glare at him.

“Don’t,” I warned. “For once in your life, do not make a joke.”

Derek held his hand u
p innocently. “Jeez, what’s gotten your panties in a twist?”

The front door slammed at that moment, and Kyle strode into the kitchen.

“I want a word with you,” he growled, marching towards me.

“You,” I screamed, as I pulled my shoe off and threw it at him.

Pregnancy must have made my aim more accurate, because my wet converse smacked Kyle straight on the head.

“What the hell, Lee?” Kyle accused, rubbing his head. “Are you gone fucking crazy?”

I had no idea why I was so angry with Kyle, but at that moment, he seemed like a culpable target in my momentary rage.

His sexist behavior when I as
ked for my job back, roared to the surface.

“Don’t call me crazy, you jackass. You’re the one with the crazy family,” I shot back, furious.

“And you’re the one who seems awfully fond of my crazy fucking family,” he retorted. “What the hell were you doing at Mike’s place today?”

Kyle stepped towards me and I grabbed the carton of milk and tossed it over his shirt.

Yep, I was feeling better already.

Reaching behind me for something to throw, my hands found the fruit bowl on the counter.

This will do,
I thought as I launched apple, after apple at Kyle’s head.

I hit my target twice, before Kyle decided to du
ck, and an apple I had intended for him, went wildly off target, socking Derek directly in the balls.

Derek fell to his knees, his face red and contorted in pain.

“You two are both fucking crazy,” he muttered, holding himself. “Grade A lunatics,” he growled.

Climbing to his feet, he staggered out of the room, clutching his injured area.

Kyle and I both glared at each other for a moment, before bursting out laughing at the sight of Derek hobbling down the hall.

I quickly masked my features and resumed my glaring.

Sighing heavily, Kyle pulled his shirt over his head, and tossed it on the floor, before grabbing a towel.

“You wanna tell me what that was in aid of?” he asked, as he stood in front of me, wiping milk off his bare chest.

Oh god…

“I…I…What?” I asked, unable to keep my eyes from straying to his rock hard abs.

Kyle chuckled. “My face is up here, princess.”

I reddened, and reluctantly tore my gaze away from his eye candy
, naked torso.

“Shut up, Kyle.”

Kyle tossed the towel on the floor, and stalked towards me.

I backed up until I felt the cold frame of the counter against my back.

“Make me,” he challenged, in a husky tone.

Bending slightly, he grabbe
d my thighs and hoisted me up. Sitting me on the kitchen countertop, he dragged my body towards him, and pressed himself, roughly, between my legs.

I could feel his erection, hard and pulsing, probing my wetness. And I was wet. I was so incredibly aroused.

My heart hammered in my chest as I stared into the lusty depth of Kyle’s blue eyes.

“You won’t
marry me,” he growled. “And now you’re throwing fruit at my fucking head, and telling me to shut up? Why don’t you try and make me, baby?” he taunted, grinding his hips, erotically, against my aching core.

I ran my hands up his bare chest, feeling every dip, grove and muscle on his perfect, sexy body.

“You didn’t ask me nicely enough,” I retorted.

Grabbing his hair, I yanked it roughly, jerking his mouth down to mine.

Swiping my tongue across his mouth, I dragged his lip roughly between my teeth and tugged, hard.

Kyle growled, and I lost all grasp I had on my self-control.

Tearing off my shirt, Kyle quickly went to work on the clasp of my bra, undoing it with a proficiency that should have worried me. It didn’t.

His mouth found my rigid nipples and I was too aroused to feel anything
, but the drowning pleasure of his tongue on my skin.

“You want me to repeat the question, baby?” he breathed.

Reaching for the buckle of Kyle’s belt, I quickly undid his pants, before slipping my hand inside his boxers.

His erection fell heavily into my palm, huge, hard, and throbbing.

“Not yet,” I moaned. “Not…ready.”

Kyle groaned against my breast; thrusting himself into my hand, as I stroked his impressive length.

“Baby, fuck…” he hissed, claiming my mouth, kissing me deeply, as I worked him over with my hand.

I could feel his balls tighten, his cock jerked. I knew he was close, and that thought alone drove me wild.

Quickening my pace on his shaft, I slipped my other hand into his pants and cupped his balls, massaging them slowly, reveling in my domination of this powerful, beautiful man.

Kyle trembled, his back bowed, his hips thrust forward as the first signs of his orgasm spilled from his cock in a hot flood of cum. I pumped him, until his body sagged and he buried his face in the crook of my neck, panting heavily.

“Baby,” he groaned. “That…was…I’m…I’m…”

“Scarred for life?”

My head jerked in the direction of the kitchen door, and I screamed, while scrambling to cover myself up.

“Jesus, Cam, fuck off, will you?” Kyle growled, wrapping his arms around me, covering my bare breasts with his chest.

“Good to see
, you two have come to your senses,” she said. “But for future reference, you might want to take it somewhere, other than the place we have to eat.”

She shook her head as she trailed out of the room, closing the door behind her.

“Hmm, princess, that was fucking unbelievable,” Kyle whispered, as he trailed kisses up my neck.

“I’m worried,” I confessed, tucking into his chest.

“About Cam?” Kyle asked, tipping my chin up.

I nodded, biting on my lip.

Kyle smiled sadly, and then his face turned serious.

“What?” I asked in alarm.

Kyle stroked my cheek, as he leaned his forehead against mine.

“Come upstairs with me?” he whispered.

“I…”

My voice trailed off
, as my brain franticly tried to dissuade me, claiming it was too fast.

I told my brain to shut the hell up.

I couldn’t deny this…intensity, this connection I had with Kyle any longer.

My heart was calling the shots now, and my heart was screaming
, yes.

“I don’t want to fight anymore, baby,” he whispered. “I want to be with you, bury myself inside of me.”

“Okay,” I breathed.

Kyle grinned.

Picking up my shirt, he slipped it over my head, covering my nudity, before lifting me down.

“I’m crazy about you. Y
ou know that, don’t you?”

I nodded, taking Kyle’s outstretched hand, as he led me upstairs.

*****

Kyle
led me into his room, removing our clothes as we went. By the time we made his bed, we were both naked.

There was
a lot of fumbling because of my big belly.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured as he sat me on his bed and trailed kisses over my stomach, up to my breasts. His tongue was driving me insane with want, and I couldn’t take anymore teasing.

Pushing at his shoulders, I pressed him down on the bed and straddled him.

“Go slow, baby,” he whispered, concern in his eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

I nodded eagerly, as he held his erection and slowly pushed every hard, thick inch inside me, filling me to the brink. He was so big.

“I feel so full,” I whimpered, sinking down on him. Placing my hands on his rock hard chest, I rocked my hips.

Oh, the feeling was incredibly. So intense…

“Fuck,” he moaned, his teeth clamping down on his bottom lip as he gr
ound upwards. “You’re so tight, so fucking tight.”

I cried out, it seemed the only thing I could do. He was stretching me to
o thin.

“Are you okay
, baby. Is this okay?”

I nodded. “Yes, perfect. Don’t stop. I won’t break.”

The lazy, upward, thrust of his hips excited me, thrilled me.

My core thrummed to the rhythm of his throbbing cock. I felt myself rising, building.

I knew I was close, could taste the sweetness impending on me.

I slammed my hips downwards, spreading my thighs as far apart as I could, urging him. “Harder. Please.”

He grasped my hips, and taking control of our rhythm, he quickened the pace, sliding into me with hard, fast thrusts.

“I need you. Don’t leave me,” he grunted.

I could hear the emotion in his voice. His words were gruff, tormenting.

“I won’t,” I panted.

He ground upwards, rubbing against my clit.

“I mean it,” he hissed, pumping me, hard. “Don’t go. I don’t need people….Never have. But I need you.”

His words caused the tightening feeling to explode, shattering me, completing me.

*****

Lee

“Okay, I think we need a night apart,” I said
, as Kyle and I walked up the driveway towards the house.

We’d been shopping all day, and had gotten all the supplies on my list.

I’d felt shitty about the money, but if Kyle wouldn’t let me go back to work, there really was nothing I could do. Oh, and he’d bought me the changing table I’d seen in that posh baby store…

Kyle frowned, linking my arm with his. “You see, this is exactly where I disagree, princess. I think we need to spend a little time together, on an intimate level.”

I gaped at him as he unlocked the front door and gestured me inside.

“Is sex all you think about?” I asked

Taking off my coat, I hung it on the rack on the back of the door. “We are supposed to be taking this slowly, Kyle.”

Okay, I realized that was a ridiculous statement, considering we
’d been sleeping together for a month, but still…

Kyle threw his head back laughing as he removed his jacket. “As tempting as taking you upstairs to bed is, I meant intimate as in emotional; getting to know each other better.”

I eyed him warily. “Get to know each other how?”

He smiled and brushed a hand against my belly.

“I could take you out on a date?”

I snorted. “You’re asking me to go on a date with you? To date you? Um, don’t you think
, that’s a little backwards?” I asked pointing at my stomach.

Kyle’s
smile faded.

“I was trying to be romantic,” he muttered running a hand through his wild mane. “Look, forget about it. It was stupid.”

He turned to walk upstairs and I found myself tugging him back.

“It wasn’t stupid, it was just surprising.”

Kyle scrunched his brow. “Why do you find it surprising that I want take you on a date? I love you, I’ve asked you to marry me on numerous occasions, and you’re having my kid. Does a date, sound so strange to you?”

“Fine, I’ll date you, you weirdo.” 

The smile Kyle flashed me had my heart fluttering crazily.

“That’s not a very nice thing to call your baby-daddy, now is it
, princess?”

He arched his brow, as a wide teasing smirk
, flickered across his face. His dimple puckered in his cheek.

I shook my head and snorted. “Classy title, Kyle, very original.”

Kyle grabbed my hips and tugged me towards him. “Baby-daddy, boyfriend, sex slave, hot stuff… Call me what you want, baby, no wait, you’ll scream it, when I’m through with you.”

His lips dipped to my neck
, and I lost all power of speech when his hot, wet tongue scorched my skin.

“Is that a threat?” I breathed.

My skin tingled with pleasure, burned from his hot, sweet lips.

Kyle chuckled deeply. “Oh, baby, you know my threats are never empty.”

I knew that already, and from the hungered look in Kyle’s eyes, I guessed, I was about to be re-educated on that theory.

“My lips,” I breathed, needing to feel his mouth on mine.

Smiling in triumph, Kyle lowered his mouth to mine. “Just so you know,” he whispered, a hairs-breath away from my mouth. “You have the sexiest lips, I’ve ever kissed.”

Running his tongue over my lip, he pulled it into his mouth and sucked gently.

“So fucking sexy,” he growled.

His hands gripped my hips. “And these hips...”

He lifted his head.

“Marry me,” he grumbled
, kissing my jaw, trailing his tongue towards my earlobe.

“It’s not time to repeat that question,” I all but screamed out, as
Kyle’s hand slid under my skirt and his fingers traced the outline of my panties.

“One of these days,” he muttered stepping back from me.
“One of these days, you’ll ask me to repeat the question.”

“So, about th
at date?” I asked smiling and changing the subject.

His smile returned.

“Could I interest you in the second part of The Notebook, a pint of chocolate chip, and my bed,” he kissed my neck. “I’ll make sure you stay awake the whole time.”

Giggling
, I pushed him towards the kitchen. “Okay, you had me on the ice-cream.”

Kyle grinned and went in search of ice-cream.

There was a knock on the front door and I couldn’t keep the stupid grin off my face as I went to open it.

The smile on my face slipped, the moment my eyes met Rachel’s.

“Hello Delia,” she said sweetly. “Mind if I come in for a moment?

Not waiting for me to answer, she pushed past me, into the hall.

“Princess,” Kyle called out from the kitchen. “I can only find one spoon, so you’ll have to share with me, or you could always lick it off my…”

H
is voice trailed off when he came into the hall and saw our visitor.

Glaring at Rachel, Kyl
e strode forward and pulled me behind him.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he growled. “Can you not get a fucking hint?”

Ignoring Kyle’s threatening tone, Rachel dug her hand in her purse.

“I came to give you this,” she purred, handing Kyle a familiar looking black
, leather wallet.

Kyle’s wallet. 

“I found it on the floor after you left the hotel room,” Rachel continued, smiling. “I meant to give it you sooner, but it slipped my mind. It must have fallen out of your pocket when we, well, you know...”

I gaped at Rachel and then at Kyle, who was frowning at his wallet, blinking rapidly.

My body went bone cold, as my brain put the pieces together.

It wasn’t hard…I wasn’t
idiot. 

Breaking out of his mome
ntary trance, Kyle swung around and grabbed my arm.

“It’s not what you think.”

I pulled my arm out of his grasp. “Don’t touch me.”

I meant it. I didn’t want him anywhere near me.

“I’m going to go,” Rachel said, smiling broadly before opening the door. “I’ll talk to you soon, Kyle.”

Rachel closed out the front door and Kyle ran his hand through his hair roughly as he stared down at me with an incredulous expression.

“I can explain that. It is not what you think, baby.” He hissed loudly. “Jesus, she is fucking crazy.”

I shook my head in disgust, and turned for the stairs.

Kyle grabbed my arm again and I pushed him away.

“Don’t fucking touch me, I said.”

He stepped back, splaying his hands out. “I know the way this must look, but I haven’t done anything wrong. Rachel, she must have taken my wallet out my pocket.”

“Why would she have her hands in your pocke
ts?” I spat. “You know what, I don’t care anymore. Do whatever the hell you want, Kyle, you always do.”

“I didn’t fucking touch her, why won’t you believe me?” he roared.

I laughed humorlessly. “Why won’t I believe you? Is that a serious question?”

“I’m not lying to you, Lee,” Kyle growled
, following me up the stairs. “Just give me a chance to explain.”

Swinging around outside my bedroom door, I poked his chest with my finger.

“You are a compulsive liar. Your word means nothing to me. Do you hear me, you mean nothing to me.”

Kyle staggered away, chest heaving. “I’m not bulletproof
, Lee. Jesus Christ, I have a heart, too, and right now you’re crushing it.”

Opening my door, I stepped inside my room, and glanced back at Kyle.

My wounded pride and battered heart were what forced the next words to come out of my mouth.

“Good. I hope it hurts.”

****

Kyle

“You really mean that?” I whispered. “I’m nothing to you?”

Lee nodded stiffly.

I turned around and walked away.

I couldn’t look at her. I was too hurt.

The fact that she was so quick to think the worst of me, and what she’d said…Well I didn’t think I’d get over that, any time soon.

She meant it. She never said anything she didn’t mean. That fucking bitch had ruined everything, again.

She wasn’t getting away with it.

My phone rang as I made my way outside to my car.

I pulled my phone out of pocket and groaned when number of the New York hotel appeared on the screen.

For just once, I wanted a breather from this fucking life.