Page 54 of Broken Pieces

Chapter Twenty-Three

Raelynn

The faint rays of morning light pass in through the curtained window. I stretch my body out. I feel like I ran a damn marathon.

I didn’t lie to Brooks when I said it was easy. The truth was that it didn't just make it easy, but it was the first time in a long time that I hadn't been forced into anything I didn't want to do.

I craved him.

I craved everything about him. The way his touch made me feel. The way his breath would caress my body. The way he smelled, a mix of bergamot and freshly cut grass.

I roll over and face Brooks who is snoring softly in his sleep. Breathing him in is more than I ever thought I wanted. I start to smile, but I am suddenly drowning in fear. What did we just do?

My chest starts to tighten with the familiar pain of anxiety. I roll back over and quietly climb out of bed. I don’t even bother to find something of his to put on as I tiptoe back to my room.

I sit on the edge of the bed trying to collect my breath. My mind racing with the mistake I made. How could I have been so stupid? Why did I allow myself to feel something? I had sworn off men and within a few weeks, I was ready to bare myself to him. I don’t care if it was only physically. What if I become attached? There is no way I could. I haven’t felt a personal attachment to sex in years.

I think about yesterday. How we spent practically the entire day fucking before making mac and cheese for dinner and watching a movie. I know we agreed it was just for fun, that we weren’t doing this in a relationship sense. But I have lived that lie before and look where that led me.

I decide to take a shower and wash away the panic and Brooks from my body. I let the heat of the shower cleanse me of my sins.

But it doesn’t take long for Brooks to find me.

It doesn’t take long for him to step into the shower.

It doesn’t take long for him to spin me around in his arms and wipe the tears from my eyes.

I should be panicking. But for some reason, he is able to wash the fear away.

He brings his lips to mine. A gentle caress but doesn’t take it any further.

“You weren’t there when I woke up.”

“I—I…” I try to find the words to say.

“Shh baby. I can see the fear in your eyes. You and me, this is easy remember. No expectations, no obligations. Just our bodies finding comfort together.”

I nod, surprised at his gentleness.

He leans in for another kiss and this time I don’t hold back. I let my arms wrap around his neck as I open my mouth to his.

All signs of gentleness from earlier are gone as he devours my mouth. His giant hard cock pressing against my stomach, all eight inches of it. He presses me into the wall of the shower and lifts one of my legs around his waist. I grind into him, once again lost in the passion only he evokes. Maybe it comes from the hate we shared, but it’s raging and it’s enough to make us both get lost in the flames.

His hands roam my body, caressing my nipples, my ass. His cock presses against my entrance and I groan from the slightest bit of pressure. “Condom.”

“I’ll pull out. I can’t stop now.”

I don’t object as I let him push inside me. I lean my head back against the wall as his lips devour my neck and move down my chest to my nipples.

He nibbles at my body with every thrust.

“Fuck Blue, this right here, fuck. I need this.”

I don’t argue with him because I am just as lost as he is. Every fear I had earlier is washed away as he pounds into me. I moan as he grabs my hips and pistons his at an endless pace.

“Fuck, I need to be deeper, baby.”

I am at a loss for words as I let him take my body whichever way he needs it. He pulls out and I groan at the loss of fullness. He turns me around and grabs my hands and presses them against the shower wall. The stream of water hitting my face. “Bend over, Blue.”