Page 58 of Broken
I hear a car outside and I stand up, looking through the window to see Katherine running in. “She’s back.” I let out a sigh of relief.
“Then we can all finally talk.” Mr. Winston says. I halt in my tracks, my heart plummeting to the ground. Talk about what?
The front door opens, Katherine stands in the doorway, just staring at me. Her eyes are wide, with tears hanging there. “Kitty?” I move towards her to comfort her, or to find out who made her cry so I can punch them in the face.
She throws her hand up stopping me from getting to her. “Please. Don’t, I need to say something.” She takes a deep breath and I watch her fighting with herself, as if she’s trying to piece something together. Or fighting with herself to say what she needs to. When she closes her eyes, I count her deep breaths. One, two, three. Her eyes open and she looks at me, “I’m sorry.”
I shake my head. “Sorry for what?” I take a step back, not understanding why she’s apologizing.
“I’m sorry I’ve always kept you at an arm's length. I’m sorry I didn’t try harder to tell you about McKenna. I’m sorry I blamed you for ruining part of me.”
There’s a silence in the room as I let her words sink in. She’s apologizing for things that she shouldn’t be, why? “No, Kitty, don’t be sorry. There’s nothing we can do about it now.”
She shakes her head, “I need you to know that I don’t blame you. That finding out you had a daughter from someone else was the wrong way for you to learn about her. I should have just told you. Even if it was at the reunion, it should have came from me. Not from George.”
“Enough of this. Katherine, your brother told him because he was trying to hurt both of you. He manipulated Westley, and held this secret from him. It’s no one's fault and it can’t be rewritten.” Mr. Winston steps forward. “I know you’ve been through some terrible things baby girl, but you are not at fault.” He moves out of the kitchen and turns down the hallway. “Now, if it’s okay with you, I'm going to take McKenna out for something, so you two can,” He clears his throat. “Talk. Then when I come back, the three of us are gonna talk also.” Mr. Winston disappears for a few minutes while Katherine continues to stand in the doorway of her own house. She looks overwhelmed, like she’s been thinking for too long. She needs out of her head, out of whatever spiderwebs she’s gotten herself caught in.
“Okay,” Mr. Winston comes out with McKenna and they pass by me and hug Katherine. “We’ll be back in a few hours.” Katherine turns to watch her father and daughter leave. When they get to her car, he turns to look back at us. Katherine tosses the keys out to him and then shuts the door.
“Kitty.” I close the gap between us, pressing my body to hers, wrapping my arms around her shoulders as I kiss the top of her head. “Please don’t be sorry. We can’t fix it, all we can do is move forward.”
“Why are you so good to me?” She turns in my arms and looks up at me. “I’ve been a cunt. A royal bitch and yet, here you stand, ready to love me. Why?”
“Because, even when I was the little shithead who got you into trouble, I knew you would be mine. I wear pink to remind you of the girl you lost. I watched you when no one else could see you. You are a lost boat in a dark storm, raging out of control underneath all this.” I nod my head towards her body. “I’m just the lighthouse, waiting for you to see me.”
“I see you.” She replies, pushing up on her toes so her lips are even with mine. “I finally see you West and I’m so fucking sorry it took me so long to understand where I belong.”
My heart fucking melts like putty in her tiny hands. My fierce little Kitty has finally figured out what it means to have a home. What it means to have someone to love. I love her with everything I have, and it's been like this for me for almost twenty years.
When her lips touch mine, I lose all control. Lifting her up so she can wrap her legs around me. There’s a need inside of me, begging me to take her until my name is on her lips, pleading for more, for me to stop, and praying to the almighty himself while I send her into oblivion.
Carrying her to the bed, we fall back, carefully so I don’t break the kiss. My hand works down her body, pushing her pants down as she twists her hips, trying to help me. Unfortunately, I have to break the kiss when her pants get stuck on her boots. “Fuck.” I groan, kissing my way down her legs as I get the boots and pants off, flinging them across the room.
I pull my shirt up over my head and drop back down over her, one hand supporting me while I use the other to push her shirt up. Fucking perfect, her body is a temple that I will forever worship.
When we both officially have no more clothes on, I prop myself up on one knee as I push two fingers into her, one hand on her pelvic bone as I finger-fuck her. Her breath quickens, breasts bouncing as I bring her close to her first orgasm.
Her body responds to my touch so well that I could do this blindfolded. Every inch of her is burned into my mind, I’ll never forget a second with her.
Her body clenches, gripping me like a vice as her orgasm explodes, removing my fingers, I rub against her as she shakes and cries out. “Yes Kitty, so fucking hot.” I watch her splashing everywhere. Making a mess all over both of us. When she stops spazzing out, I adjust my body, pushing her legs up. I put the tip of my dick against her, rubbing it before I thrust into her. Watching it disappear into her is like a drug, I want to see this all the time.
“Fuck!” She pushes her head back into the mattress, gasping as I fill her completely. Her nails dig into my arm as I pull out and thrust in again.
Her tight pussy is the most addicting thing I’ve ever felt in my life. God damn, I’m literally the luckiest man on the fucking planet. To have her as mine, in every way humanly possible is the perfect way to live.
The face she makes as I fuck her sends me too far, the way her mouth hangs open and how her brows furrow as she just feels us together. I need to let go, with her.
Reaching between us I use a finger to circle her clit as I continue moving inside her. Her arms fly out, gripping the sheet as she bucks her hips up to meet my thrusts. And together, we fall into our own secret abyss. One where the guy with the pink shirts gets the darkened soul that he always loved.
I’m still inside her, pumping her full of cum as we press our foreheads together. Her arms move over my shoulder, her fingers lacing into my hair, “I love you, Westley Sherman.” She breathes, staring at me.
This moment right here is what I’ve waited for. The look in her eyes, like she finally believes it, fully understanding what it means to love someone.
“I love you, Katherine Sherman.”
What happens next?
Max