Wrecked (3 page)

Damien

I am such a dick!

I couldn’t help but be angry. Here was this incredibly gorgeous woman with lips like juicy plump cherries being mauled by some pervert. Damn right it made me angry, not to mention the fact that I wanted to devour those lips myself.

I had felt nothing but pure rage when I saw him forcing himself on her. To even hurt a single strand of her caramel hair was enough to throw me into a fit of anger. In a blind fury, I picked up the rock and hit him on the back of his head, just hard enough to knock him out. When I noticed she was struggling under his dead weight, I removed the son of bitch. I accidentally caught a glimpse of her nearly perfect breast. I had to close my eyes to avoid looking at her much longer for fear of becoming aroused.

This blue- eyed beauty had me entirely enraptured from the moment I heard her desperate scream. Her fear ripped into me, penetrating my heart, nearly causing it to stop from sheer terror. I watched as she hugged herself, staring blindly towards the river and noticed the soft movement of her shoulders. Was she crying?

Why did I have to be such an asshole?

At that point, it didn’t matter whom I had met in the past. There had never been a connection like this with anyone else. With her, as I soon as I saw her beautiful face, I felt it. The way she looked at me, it was as if it were just the two of us, and nothing else mattered. But it did matter, and she needed justice.

I turned around, checking to see that the revolting oaf of a man was still unconscious. I heard the faint sounds of sirens coming down Peach Street and realized that Pointe Hope Police Department would be arriving shortly.

I also knew that this woman could never love someone like me…

Wait, did I say love?
Where did that come from?

I couldn’t love. I was incapable of loving someone truly because in the end they’d always get hurt.

The sirens grew louder, and I went back to check on her, but she was gone. I looked around frantically trying to find her, but she had disappeared. The thought of her leaving me with an unconscious man and the police arriving shortly caused my temper to flare.

The nerve of that woman!

“Problem?” she asked, seemingly out of nowhere.

Her voice woke up every nerve in my body, and I couldn’t help but sigh in relief. The question was, why was I relieved? Was it because she hadn’t left me to explain why there was an unconscious man crumpled at my feet, or was it because she was still here? My thoughts and emotions were beginning to irritate me, and I struggled not to care, because why did it matter? She wasn’t mine and never would be.

I turned around and unintentionally gave her my nastiest glare. She caught the expression and flinched in reaction.

Damn! I didn’t mean to do that.

God, she was so beautiful. From her perfectly arched eyebrows, full edible lips, smooth olive skin, and the perfect nose for that beautiful face, she was absolutely stunning. That all aside, it was her eyes that really captured my attention. They were dark sapphires, the type of eyes I thought I could get lost in. Eyes that were an abyss where I knew my heart would fall and never come out. There was no way I’d ever let that happen again. I had seen what love did to people, and I was determined never to be like them.

“You think it’s funny? Disappearing like that and leaving me to explain to the cops why I knocked out a guy, especially when the person I was protecting is gone? I could’ve gotten arrested for assault and battery! Are you always this selfish? Do you only think about yourself?” I barked at her angrily.

Where did that come from?

Shit! I knew I had taken it too far when I saw tears threaten to brim over her lashes. She gasped in sheer disbelief. A single drop fell upon her flawless cheek, and I felt like I had been stabbed in the heart. God, I didn’t want to hurt her like this, but I couldn’t help feeling angry.

I knew how love could mess with people’s lives, twisting them and turning them into shells of their former selves once it was over, and for what? No thanks, I would rather just fuck, and this woman was clearly not a simple fuck. She deserved more; she deserved the fairy tale, and I am no prince charming. Hell, I was the polar opposite. She had no reason to get mixed up with someone like me.

“ You’re right. I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking clearly and didn’t realize what people would think,” she sniffed and turned around to look at the parasite. “Just so you know, I always run with my brother, but he came home late last night and I didn’t want to wake him up. I woke up early because… Well anyway, no my dad didn’t teach me the buddy system, but my brother and I taught ourselves. Thank you for helping me,” she said softly.

She slowly walked away to the entrance where the cops would be waiting for her. As she walked away, I realized it was all too late for me. I wanted her and that was why I need to stay the hell away.

Chapter Two

Mylie

“How could you leave for a run without me, Mylie?” Nik growled at me, pacing and angry as hell.

He was furious that the bum had tried to rape me, but he was livid that the person who saved me had made me cry,
twice
. I don’t cry, yet that infuriating man had me sobbing like a baby. Nik had every reason to be mad, but he didn’t understand how the dream had affected me.

I felt like my mom was trying to tell me that I was right to wait for Mr. Right, but at the moment, all I could think about was Mr. Asshole. How staring into his gorgeous, clear blue eyes ignited a fire that I had never previously experienced. How his forearms twitched when he clenched his fists, causing his bronzed knuckles to turn white. I began to fantasize about them caressing my skin, and his full lips kissing the crook of my neck
.

What was I doing? Ugh.

“Mylie? Are you even listening?” Nik snapped at me.

I looked up and saw that Nik had a bewildered expression on his face.

His eyes widened as he exclaimed, “You like him!”

My cheeks burned with embarrassment because it was true. And the fact that it wasn’t a question but a statement really irritated me. My brother knew me so well, and I hated him for it sometimes, especially now.

“Come on, get serious. As if I could like an asshole like him,” I retorted as I tried to shrug and play it off, but I knew it wasn’t convincing enough.

“He’s bad for you Mylie. Don’t get involved with him, and if you see him, go the other way. You got it?” was his reply.

Whoa, when did this happen?

My brother never gave me advice, and for the first time, he reminded me of our father. He was even more handsome than Daddy had been, and it was all due to my mother’s beauty being added into his DNA.

“Nikolas, I know you are looking out for me, but I’m an adult, and rest assured, I have no interest in Mr. Asshole,” I replied finally, trying to put him at ease.

His eyes narrowed a bit, and with a brief nod he walked away, and I was left alone with my thoughts. Not good. A knock on the door startled me, and I let out a yelp.

Get a grip, Mylie.

I walked to the door, looked through the glass panel, and sighed in relief. It was Mrs. J.J. Pierson. I opened the door, eager for any kind of distraction.

“Hi, Mrs. Pierson. What can I do you for?” I greeted her politely.

I smiled as brightly as possible even though everything inside me was screaming in frustration. She was exactly the distraction I needed. She wore her sun hat and gardening gloves along with a paisley shirt with denim capris. It was clearly gardening day.

“Mylie, my dear, I just heard. You poor child! What on God’s earth possessed you to go out alone? You are so beautiful child, and the world is full of disgusting people. I was so worried,” she exclaimed as she pulled me into a tight embrace.

I couldn’t help but be startled. Not because she was hugging me, but because this was exactly what I had been missing in my life: a mother’s hug. She was providing me with the affection that only a mother could give, and I suddenly craved her guidance. I didn’t realize I had started to cry until she softly encouraged me to let it all out.

My God, I needed this more than I realized.

Nikolas came out and watched, and I wondered if he needed a hug as much as I did, Mrs. Pierson told him to come join the embrace. And, like the gentleman he was raised to be, he did. She pulled him into her arms, and he sobbed too.

“I can’t lose you too, Mylie,” he admitted finally.

His confession made me realize that my actions were incredibly selfish. My brother and I had lost too much already, and I had never once thought that something happening to me would affect him. Mrs. Pierson looked at both of us and smiled.

“You two have lost so much, but you cannot lose each other. The bond of siblings is far more difficult to replace,” she murmured.

She had a small smile on her face, and it made me wonder if she had lost a sibling at some point.

She patted our faces and looked at me. “Now, I do have a reason why I am here, my dears.”

I knew that look. I smiled and raised a hand before she continued to speak.

“What time is tea?” I asked, as I grinned, knowing she wanted to play matchmaker
.

“At noon tomorrow,” she replied easily.

She had a twinkle in her blue eyes, and it made me happy to see her so giddy. Romance truly did bring out the best in people. We spoke briefly, and I took my scolding in good spirits because I knew she only had our best interests at heart. By noon she had left, and I escaped by going to bed to avoid thinking about
him
.

Damien

Her hands cupped my face as she caught my bottom lip between hers. She slid her tongue across my lip from left to right, sending a tingle through me straight to the tip of my erection. I loved how she kissed me. Her lips were my kryptonite. I needed her in the worst way possible, but I knew I shouldn’t be doing this. Now that I had started, I just couldn’t stop.

“Bite me,” she moaned into my ear, and I happily obliged.

I bit the curve of her neck, and she shivered in my arms. Her small moans sent me into overdrive. I pulled her up to my lap and held her against my chest. Her breasts, in her white tank, were pressed against my bare chest while her arms wrapped sinuously around my neck. She felt so good. She slid her hands from around my neck to scratch my growing beard while she looked deeply into my eyes. She was falling, and this wasn’t good. No. I wasn’t good enough for her, and I knew she deserved so much more than I had to offer.

“You know I can never love you.” I looked directly into her eyes, watching as she pulled away, which caused my heart to ache.

“What? Why would you even say that?” She looked bewildered and confused.

“I don’t do-- no wait, I won’t do love. You need to know that you can only be a fuck.” She flinched and slipped off of my lap.

“I get it.” She got up and left the room. I heard a horn outside my window and someone shouting my name.

“Damien! Turn off that alarm!” my roommate moaned.

I suddenly realized it was all a dream. I slammed my hand against the alarm clock and saw that it was six in the morning, time for my run. The memory of how my run yesterday had turned out put
Her
back in the forefront of my mind. I really needed to get laid.

“Yo! Are we going out tonight?” I asked my roommate, Trevor.

“Dude! Did you forget you promised my grandma to go to tea with Natalie and me?” he replied.

I groaned. I loved Trevor’s grandma, with her large brim garden hat that she wore religiously, but once I saw the glint of her blue eyes and remembered that she was Pointe Hope’s unofficial matchmaker, I had begun to dread agreeing to this tea.

“Yeah, yeah. Like I could forget, even if I tried,” I answered, grumpy.

I got dressed and left for my run. When I had moved here from New York, life in Pointe Hope should have been anticlimactic in comparison, but I had been here three weeks, and I had already met the sheriff. As soon as he heard that Mylie Mier, as he pointedly informed me was assaulted and almost raped, he came personally. Then when Trevor told his grandma about a girl being nearly raped, he informed me that his grandmother had nearly fallen from the shock.

What was so great about Mylie Mier?

Sure, she was beautiful, but she was selfish and stubborn. The girl infuriated me, but by the time Trevor explained the situation about the girl to his grandmother, I had been suckered into tea.

Who drinks tea?
We weren’t in England for Christ’s sake.

But Trevor had given me a pleading look, and so I obliged.

With each step I took, the tension released from my body. Suddenly, I skidded to a stop. There she was.

Jesus, what was she wearing?

She had on a pair of tight shorts and a white tank. My mind flashed back to my dream, causing my dick to twitch.