The Broken Parts Of Us (25 page)

M
y head is going to burst and my mouth feels like crap. The light hurts my eyes as I open them and try to adjust to the morning sun. I have a kink in my back from sleeping on the couch.

“You look like shit.”

I feel like shit
.

I lift my head, despite the pounding making me want to throw up, to answer my dad. “Hey to you, too,” I grumble.

“Got to say, Jasp, I never thought I’d see it.”

I look over to my father as he sits in the arm chair opposite me. “See what? Me hungover? You’ve seen it plenty.” I moan and lay back, the light making me feel like my eyeballs might burst.

“Love sick.”

I scoff. “There’s no such thing as love. It’s a myth or a disease. It’s fucking poison if it’s what I’m feeling.” I shift so my eyes find his. “This will pass. Love doesn’t exist, not for me.”

He moves fast, so fast I actually flinch when he appears two inches from my face.

“That’s fucking weak. I didn’t raise no weak man. Love takes persistence. It takes courage to open yourself to it, to go after it, embrace and worship it. Your heart beating right now is proof love exists.” His finger jabs me in the chest, the look in his eyes reflects the ache in mine. “You were created from a love so fierce, so true that even though your mama has been gone for twenty-eight years, the love still shines bright, here, inside my chest and in yours. It’s there in your eyes, your mama’s eyes.
You
are that love. Respect the love that created you. Respect that when you find love, it’s a gift. Treasure it, feel it, even when it hurts, Jasp. It’s what makes us human.”

I feel eight not twenty-eight as the tears burn and my jaw quivers. Love makes us weak, but I can’t fight what I feel; it’s invaded my soul, worked its way into every fibre; every part of me had been touched by it and I want more than anything to have him love me back.

“It hurts, Dad,” I manage to say, a stray tear leaking out.

“The best love does, son.”

“When did you get here?”

“Just now. I’m not staying. This is a stopover. I met someone; she wants me to meet her folks.”

I sit up baffled. “What?”

His laugh brings memories of my childhood. “Yep, she’s not your mother, but no one ever will be. But right now someone has claimed a piece of my heart. She’s a great women and I want you to meet her when you don’t look like someone scraped you off the street.”

“Who is she?”

“Her name is Dee, she runs a book shop. She’s originally from New Mexico, and she has that tanned skin and dark hair. She’s beautiful and good to me.” 

I feel so elated for him warmth floods my chest, a smile coming for the first time in days. He deserved this and so do I.

* * * * *

He leaves me with the promise of a visit with his new lady friend soon. I go to shower and find Derek on my bed, lost in thought.

“Der?” 

“I love you, and so does Ky.” He looks at me, his words wrapping me in a cocoon. “It’s a fucked up situation, Jasp, and I don’t know how to deal with it. What do I do for the best?”

I go to speak, but I’m cut off by his cell ringing. “I need to take this, it’s work.”

The house phone rings, the machine picking up the call. Sammy’s urgent tone has Derek ending his call.

“Der, I can’t get your cell. I went to the bathroom and came back to River telling me Kyra left to go get something from her apartment. I don’t want to leave her.”

Derek grabs the receiver. “I’ll send Jasp. We found an address for the suspect. Dawn brought us his stuff and it had a lease in one of his jackets.”

He ends the call and grips my shoulders. “Go keep our girl safe, Jasp. I need to go do this. I need to get him.”

I see the pain from Mya’s death haunt his troubled eyes.

“Of course.”

* * * * *

“She’s not here,” I tell him over the phone as I stand staring at Kyra’s apartment. My insides are bound so tight I can hardly breathe.

“We have him, Jasp.” His voice is a whisper down the line, a tone I’ve never heard from him. It’s almost childlike. It’s closure.

“Where is she, then? Do you think he would have done something before you caught him?” I can’t stop the fear gathering momentum inside me. I’m happy Derek caught him, but where the fuck is Kyra?

“Have you checked her old apartment? She still has stuff there. I’ll meet you at there”

I end the call and rush to the car.

Elation is what I’m feeling when she opens the door. I grab her in a hold so tight I hear the breath whoosh from her lungs. “Fuck, Ky, you scared me, baby.”

I lower her to the floor. Tears have gathered in her eyes. “What happened?” I grasp her face in my palms.

“I just needed some space. I can’t breathe with everything I’m feeling,” she sobs.

“I love you too, Ky.” I won’t hold back anymore. I let it out, say the words and let them filter in.

“What?”

“I love you.”

“And Derek?” she asks, taking me by surprise.  “I know you love him, Jasp, but do
you
know?”

Are all the people in my life that perceptive or am I just transparent?

“I know,” I breathe. “I know.”

I can’t resist it any longer. I lower my lips to hers. She tastes so fucking sweet I push her back until she clashes with the wall, my tongue begging for entrance into her mouth as hers flicks out to meet mine. I grab her wrists, pinning them above her head. Her tiny body rubs against mine with a needy intensity. I devour her mouth, my dick straining for release as I grind it against her. Her pants and soft moans are the most delicate, most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. I use my free hand to stroke the hardened nipple peaking her dress. I can feel the heat of her pussy against my dick. It wants her tight, warm pussy all around it.

“Thanks for the call to say she’s safe.” Derek’s voice booms into the room.

Kyra gasps against my lips. I rest my forehead on hers, my heavy breathing too hard to control.

“She’s safe.” 

He walks up behind me and moves me from her. She slowly goes to lower her arm, but he stops her. “Don’t move, Beauty.” He clasps the hem of her dress and lifts it over her head exposing her naked body, all but her pussy on display, and her white cotton panties nearly make me lose it in my jeans.

He grasps under her arms and lifts her around him, her legs winding round his waist, her tits pinned against his chest as his lips find hers. I need to taste her skin. I stroke up her spine, then trace the same path with my lips, her moans fill the room. I reach her neck, my frame and Derek’s trapping her between us. Her head rolls to the side to give us access. We both feed from her offering; her skin feels like silk across my tongue. His flicks against mine and I thrust forwards against her ass cheeks which pushes her pussy in to Derek’s cock.

“OH, GOD! MORE!” she cries out, making us both groan.

I grip both sides of her panties and tug, snapping the materiel and pulling it free from her. The scent of her arousal assaults my senses in an intoxicating need to have her come undone under my tongue. I drop to my knees, my eyes feast on the glistening pink delights of her pussy. Her pussy is the prettiest pussy—fuck, prettiest anything I’d ever had the honour of seeing. I swipe my tongue to collect the evidence of her lust for us; she tastes like heaven. Pure fucking ecstasy. Her ass jerks against my face, her needy thrusts encouraging me to go on. I dip my tongue into her hot depths and devour every drop she offers.

“Oh God, more.”

I fuck her with my tongue, licking, tasting, exploring her heated pink perfection until she’s screaming for a release.

“Make her come, Jasp,” Derek commands.

I suck her clit into my mouth, sliding two fingers inside her. Her pussy grips me like a vice as I thrust higher, crooking them to stroke her g-spot. 

“Oh God …I’m coming …I’m coming,” she cries out as her pussy squeezes my fingers; the heated wet release runs down my fingers. I lap it into my mouth before nipping my way up her perfectly toned ass. Derek has her in a deadlock hold as her body trembles and comes back down from the high.

“Kiss me, Jasp. I need to taste her on you.”

I comply, encompassing her once again between us, his lips eating away at mine, consuming the essence of her from my tongue. I need inside them so bad.

“Take her.”

I grip her, taking her from him. Her warm body wraps around me, her lips pursue a path down my neck. Der strips his clothes off, grabbing my hand and leading us to her bedroom.

I lay her down on the bed, my body moving over her. Her hair splays across the sheets, her hard rose petal nipples tightening as I lick them. I suck one into my mouth and grind my steel cock against her seeping pussy. She is undeniably the most precious being on this earth and she is underneath my body.

Derek’s hands stroke up my back, taking my shirt with them. He lifts it over my head, his mouth tasting the exposed skin.

“Oh God, I ache, please,” Kyra begs.

Derek’s hands snake around my waist, popping the buttons on my jeans. My hot cock slaps against her abdomen as he tugs my jeans down my legs, tapping my feet to lift them free. The air is a smog of love, lust, and relief. His hands sheath my length with a condom, then line me up against her entrance.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan as her tight walls close around the head of my dick.

“Wait for me, Jasp.”

“I need more,” she pants, her hands reaching round to push my ass cheeks into her. I grab her wrists and pin them above her head.

“Don’t be greedy, Ky.” 

I feel Derek push his sheathed cock against my ass, his hands spreading me, gaining him access to where he wants to be. He pushes inside me, filling me with him and thrusting me forward into her. I hold myself on my forearms, so she’s protected from our weight. The atmosphere ignites around us as a chorus of pleasure pleas disturbs the quiet still air. I’m in so deep, her walls cling onto me greedily. Derek’s cock thrusts forward, claiming me. The build of the release on the horizon feels like pure euphoria.

Our mixed scents entice more thrusts from me, the sweat clinging and beading our skin, letting us glide effortlessly against each other. I wrap my arms around Kyra’s back, cradling her as Derek guides my hips back. I’m in tune with him and know he’s changing positions. I hold her to me as he turns us, guiding us so he’s lying on the bed with me on top of him, his chest to my back, his cock still buried deep inside me and Kyra still coating my dick in her heat as she adjusts, so she’s sitting above us, riding me, her naked form on display for both our eyes to memorise. Her perky, weighted tits move with a natural mesmerising bounce as she thrusts and twists her hips.

It’s incredible, the silky warmth coating me, gliding over me, contracting and sucking at me for a release. Derek is so deep, pushing his hips into me, his teeth biting down on my shoulder. I reach up to cup her tits, feel them in my hands. She throws her head back, her movements more erratic as she tightens over me.

“OH, GOD YES…JASPER… DEREK! YES, I’M COMING!”

“FUCCKKKK!” We roar in unison as I flood her with my release and Derek floods me with his. Her come coats my dick and trickles out onto my balls, her body collapsing over me.

I cradle her to my chest. Kissing her head, I shift, so we can move our weight from Derek. He rolls to his side facing us, his hand tracing her bare back, his lips nibbling my shoulder.

“I love you,” he breathes.

I love you too,” I tell him.   

“I love you both,” Kyra mumbles, exhausted in a dreamy voice, making Derek’s chest vibrate with a laugh and mine rock her with my chuckle.

We let sleep claim us.

* * * * *

I’m content. So happy and vibrating with love. I have Kyra between me and Derek, sated from our love making. We woke and made love multiple times throughout the night.

The early morning sun cast a yellow sheen over them; I’m in heaven right now. 

“I need to go to work.” Derek’s groggy voice skims over Kyra to my ears. I enjoy the show as he gets up, his naked body hard and muscular. I will never get enough. I watch him dress. He leans down to kiss my lips, then Kyra’s head. “See you both tonight at our house.” 

* * * * *

I love watching Kyra dance. She’s breathtaking and I feel myself fall deeper into her every damn time I watch her. She’s an effortless beauty.

My cell rings, shrilling throughout the studio where just Kyra, Amy—a student here preparing for an audition to get into a school— and I are. I look at the incoming video message and it takes me a few minutes to realise what I’m seeing. It’s River, her blonde hair swaying as she rushes to her car. Someone’s videoing her. The image shuffles around and then the back of her car comes into view through a windshield as if someone is following her and filming at the same time.

Every nerve inside me goes taut, the nightmares from my dreams manifest into the present, coating me in their dark dread. I snap the phone shut and walk outside while dialing her number. Each ring takes years off my life.

Ring…………….ring ………………..ring

“Jasp, baby, I’m late for an appointment. Can I ring you back?”

A wash of relief passes through me until I hear cars and realise she’s driving, and they could still be following her.

“River, listen, I need you to forget the appointment and drive to Derek at the station, do you hear me? I’ll phone him and get him to meet you outside. Do not get out of your car.” I enforce.

“What’s happening, Jasp?” The strength in her voice makes me love her even more. She is so strong.

“Please River, do this for me. Please?”

“Okay, I’ll leave again. I just pulled in.”

I hear her horn blast. “Hey move, asshole, you’re blocking me in!” she shouts. “What the fuck? Sorry, Jasp, some asshole is blocking me in and getting out of his truck.”

“Where are you, River?”