Broken: Winchester Academy, Book 3

by Madison Faye

  “What?”

  “I’ve seen your transcript,” she says flatly, looking up at me. “You have a flawless record.”

  I smile thinly. “Aside from juvenile prison, sure.” I eye her, meeting her gaze.

  “You looked at my transcript?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why.”

  She doesn’t answer, and I step towards her.

  “Why, Emily?”

  “To prove what I already knew,” she hisses indignantly. “That you’re smart. And very talented, by the way.”

  This time it’s my turn not to answer as our eyes meet.

  “I saw the portfolio pieces you did at Lenox Hill. I’m not sure I know that school.”

  “Well, that’s because it’s the kind of school where they come get you in the middle of the night, drag you away, and keep you locked up while they try and scare you straight.”

  Her face falls, her brow caving.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t—”

  “Don’t be, and I know you didn’t.”

  I take a step closer to her, loving the way her breath catches when I do.

  “Why are you really here, Ethan,” she whispers.

  “You know why I’m here,” I growl back.

  Emily glances around, swallowing.

  “That is not happening,” she whispers fiercely.

  “Says who.”

  “Me, right now.”

  Our eyes meet, and she shivers. And when I take another step right into her, she gasps.

  “Ethan, stop. People might—”

  My hand takes hers, pulling her into me as I step forward, and she whimpers as she falls against my chest.

  “You need to go away,” she whispers.

  “What I need is you, Emily,” I growl.

  “This can’t happen.” She shakes her head. “This can never happen again. You’re a student for fucks sake!”

  “I’m eighteen, and I was eighteen that night,” I hiss back.

  She swallows.

  “You know, when you made a man out of me for the first time that night.”

  Her eyes go wide, the shock so real on her face that I can’t even try to keep the joke going. I laugh.

  “I’m kidding. That wasn’t my first time.”

  “That’s not even funny.”

  “I wish it had been, though,” I growl. “That’s for sure. My first time I mean. Don’t know what the fuck I’ve been doing, but it’s not what we had the other night, Emily,” I growl.

  She blushes fiercely, still glancing around.

  “We’re not talking about this.”

  “Still on that, huh?”

  “What?”

  “Pretending this isn’t happening again.”

  “It’s not.”

  “It just did, two days ago in your classroom.”

  She blushes fiercely.

  “That was a mistake.”

  “Was it now?”

  “Yes.”

  I growl lowly as I press into her, her back to the door of her cottage and her hands on my chest. Her big dark eyes look up at me, her soft pink lips parting as a soft gasp falls from them.

  “Emily,” I growl, leaning down, our lips inches apart before suddenly, she snaps. She gasps, suddenly shoving me back hard. I scowl, but she just shakes her head, her lips tight.

  “Goddamnit, no, Ethan!” She spits, anger rising in her voice as my eyes narrow.

  “This is wrong, and what happened was fucked. You’re a kid, for Christ’s sake!”

  “Do you seriously think I’m a fucking innocent little child?” I snap back.

  “We are not doing this, Ethan! Not now, not ever again! What happened was the worst mistake of my life, okay?!”

  My mouth goes tight, just as I see her face fall.

  “Fuck, Ethan, I’m—that’s not what I—”

  “Nah, don’t worry about it,” I spit back venomously, my jaw grinding. “You’re right, Ms. Hayes. I think we’re fucking done here.”

  I turn, my pulse thundering as I storm back to my bike, swinging my leg over, revving the throttle, and roaring out of the parking lot as the dark clouds start to build over the horizon.

  7

  Emily

  Rain slams down in sheets across the road as I drive through the backroads of Southworth. The downpour thunders down on the roof of my old Grande Wagoneer, deafening me as I scan the road ahead.

  What am I doing?

  I tell myself I’m worried about him on a motorcycle, out in this weather and obviously angry. But it’s more than that that. Me looking for him isn’t altruism. Well, not just altruism.

  …It’s hunger.

  It’s a need I can’t get rid of. A desire that just won’t go away, no matter how much I tell it. It’s a heat that draws me, and only burns fiercer the more I tell him to get away from me. And I lasted all of nine minutes after telling him to go away before I ran out into the sudden downpour of rain to go find him.

  I know this is wrong. I know the stakes are too high, the consequences too real, and the fallout too huge for me to have anything to do with Ethan Scott. He’s too young. He’s my student. His stepmother is a billionaire businesswoman and on the fucking school board, for God’s sake. But even with all of that—even with all of those blinking, neon warning signs, I still can’t say no. Not for longer than nine minutes, anyways, apparently.

  The thunderclouds have been building all day, but it was the minute he drove off that they started to break apart. And now, it’s raining like it’s the end of the freaking world.

  I pull around a bend, and it’s then that I spot his motorcycle, parked under the train-track overpass. I drive down under, the rain hammering the top of my car suddenly going silent as I pull under shelter. But when I glance around, I don’t see Ethan. Just the bike.

  Shit.

  I drive out the other side, the rain pounding back down in sheets and my eyes scanning the road as I slow to a crawl. And then, suddenly, I spot him. He’s walking on the shoulder of the road, his jeans and white t-shirt clinging to him like a second skin, his hands jammed into his pockets. He’s soaked, but goddamn is he hot.

  I blush at the thought, knowing full-well how thirsty it makes me sound, but I just don’t care. Ethan Scott is pure, dripping wet sex walking down the side of the road in a see-through wet white t-shirt, his muscles clenching and his tattoo ink rippling. I pull the car up next to him, and he stops for a second as he realizes who I am. I swallow, my eyes dancing over the way the soaked shirt clings to every groove of is abs, before I tear my eyes up to his face. He furrows his brow, his jaw clenching before he turns and keeps walking.

  I sigh, driving slowly and reaching across the seat to wind down the manual window.

  “Get in!” I yell.

  Ethan turns and eyes me.

  “Thought we weren’t doing this, Emily,” he growls.

  “Get in the fucking car, Ethan.”

  “Why.”

  I stare at him.

  “Because it’s pouring out!”

  “And?”

  I swallow, biting my lip and breaking as he stops walking.

  “Because I want you to,” I say quietly.

  His look hardens, and I wet my lips with my tongue.

  “Get in. Please.”

  Water pours down his face and over his chiseled body as his piercing blue eyes lance into me. But then slowly, he nods.

  “Thank you,” I sigh as he opens the door and slides in, slamming it shut behind him and rolling up the window. My heart races in the near-silence of the car—quiet but for the thundering of the rain and the low sounds of the Grateful Dead tape playing on my old speakers. The rain drums down endlessly, and the air is thick with tension. And heat. And need.

  This is so fucked up and wrong. But yet, here I am.

  “Where too?” he finally drawls.

  “I’m taking you home.”

  He grins as he glances over at me “Your place or mine?”

  I blush, sw
allowing thickly as I let his eyes capture mine.

  “Your house.”

  I throw the car into drive and push on the gas, pulling us off the shoulder of the road as we drive off.

  “How scandalous.”

  “Not—” I blush deeper. “Not like that.”

  “You sure about that?”

  His hand moves to my bare leg, and I swallow, panting as my eyes drop to look at it before looking back to the road. But I don’t push it away. His hand starts to move, and I gasp quietly as I feel him slide it up my thigh, pushing my skirt up with it. He slides it higher and higher, my pulse racing faster and faster before suddenly, I drop my hand to his. Somehow, I pull his touch away from me and onto his own leg, firmly. But then, my hand lingers there, atop his on his leg. And I don’t move it.

  We drive in silence in the rain, but my heart is racing. And slowly, I let my hand move how it wants. It slides over his big fingers, and then slips higher, over his soaked jeans. I can feel his thigh muscle tighten under my touch, but I just keep going. I’m panting as my fingers trace higher and higher, until I know there’s no mistaking what I’m doing or where I’m going with this. My fingers trace over the thick, hard bulge in his jeans, and I whimper quietly.

  Fuck, he’s so fucking hard. Obscenely hard. And suddenly, it’s like the last of my defenses shatter like glass.

  I’m not ignoring this or saying no to this anymore.

  I slam on the breaks as I yank the wheel, Ethan swearing as the car careens off the road into the gravely parking lot of the old gas station. The place is on its last legs in Southworth, being so far away from any main road and basically out in the woods, and it’s only open a couple days a week.

  Tonight, is not one of those open nights.

  The tires kick up gravel as I swerve the Wagoneer across the empty, weed-filled gravel lot. The lights are off but for the one neon orange and yellow sign up on the roof above the pumps, and when I slam the car into park and shut off the engine, we’re bathed in the sultry glow of it and nothing else.

  The car goes silent but for the pounding of the rain, and we stare out into the darkness of the trees that surround the ancient gas station. My heart hammers in my ears.

  “What are you doing, Emily,” Ethan growls quietly.

  I take a shaky breath, steel my nerves, and feel the pounding of my heart against my breast.

  “This.”

  Before I can over-think it, or worry about the consequences, or judge myself any more, I turn, grab his face, and crush my mouth to his, hard. Ethan growls, the fierceness and intensity of it making me gasp into his lips as his hands grab me. I moan, yanking my seatbelt off and sliding over the center console into his lap. Lightning flashes, and I gasp into his lips as the thunder follows close, booming like the end of days as the rain crashes down.

  My pulse races, and my moans mix with his along with our tongues as I grind against him. His big hands slide over me, grabbing my ass tight and pulling me against him. He’s soaking wet, which is making me soaking wet, and it only takes a minute for my clothes to be as drenched as his. Thunder crashes again, so fucking loud and so close, like the storm is right freaking over us. But all it does is fuel us on, like war drums.

  Our lips sear together, hands grabbing at each other aggressively as we start to yank each other’s clothes off. His shirt is off, and my blouse half-rips in his hands as he yanks it down to tangle at my elbows. The front clasp of my bra falls open, and I whimper as my chest presses to his, bare skin to bare skin, my nipples dragging over his muscles. He groans, his mouth dropping down my neck, and my collarbone, making me moan in pleasure as his hands shove my skirt up. Ethan’s mouth drops lower, kissing and sucking down the soft slopes of my breasts, until his lips wrap around one hard, pink nipple, making me cry out in pleasure.

  My hands drop to his lap, ripping his belt open and his zipper down. He grunts into my lips in this deep, masculine way as he helps me shove his soaked jeans and boxers down. His fat cock springs free, slapping against my thigh as he undoes the snaps down the side of my skirt, tossing it away. He groans, looking up into my eyes as his hands grip my hips and pull me tight to him. I whimper, feeling my panty-covered pussy rub deliciously against his throbbing hard cock. I glance down, moaning as I watch glistening precum drip from his swollen head to stain my panties dark.

  Thunder crashes, making me jump as white lightning and orange neon illuminate the car. Our lips come together again, and when I feel Ethan tug my panties to the side and ease his fat cock against my pussy, I coo softly into his mouth.

  “C’mere, beautiful,” he groans into my lips. “Let me feel that pretty little pussy.”

  He pulls my hips down forcefully, and as his huge dick sinks into my slick, wet heat, I cry out in ecstasy. He drives in to the hilt in one stroke, making my head spin and my skin tingle as the pleasure ripples through me. His big hands squeeze and kneed my ass, lifting me up and then right back down, his hips thrusting up to meet me as he buries that gorgeous cock inside of me over and over again.

  My hands slide into his hair, and when I start to rock my hips up and down, he groans and buries his face in my chest. My mouth falls open, my eyes closed as I bounce on his thick cock, feeling his tongue on my nipples and his hands on my ass.

  “Just like that, Emily,” he groans, kissing his way up to my ear.

  “Bounce on that fat cock. Let me feel you ride it like it’s yours.”

  I cry out, a mini-climax rippling through me, my walls clenching tight around his thickness as I ride faster, and harder. Up and down, I ride his thick dick over and over as the thunder detonates around us and the neon sign bathes us in orange glow. The windows steam up, and the car grows thick with heat and moisture. Bodies rub together, sweat slicking us together as he grunts into my skin, hands grabbing me as I ride his cock.

  And fuck is it good. So wrong, so fucked up, but so fucking good. We claw at each other as the storm rages, rain pelting down and his gorgeous, perfect cock driving into me over and over and over until suddenly, the edge comes rushing up to meet me, and I fall. I crush my lips to his and scream into his mouth, clutching him so tight as I grind myself deep down on him and explode. The orgasm slams through me, wrenching cries and moans and whimpers of pleasure from my throat as I tremble and shake on his lap.

  I’m still panting for air and melting into him when suddenly, Ethan grabs me and rolls us over. I gasp, feeling his powerful muscles flip me over onto my back in the seat. He moves between my legs, and I giggle as he grabs the lever to dip the seat back. Ethan drops to his knees on the floor in front of the passenger side seat we’re in, and when he deftly yanks my panties down my legs and off, and then spreads my legs wide and over his shoulder, I moan as I watch him move in.

  “Fuck do you have a sexy little pussy, beautiful,” he groans. And before I can even say a word, he’s moved in, and his tongue is dragging slow and wet, over every bit of me.

  I gasp, hips bucking against his wicked mouth as he drags his tongue flatly from the base of my lips all the way up to flick over my clit. I squeal in pleasure, bucking my hips wantonly against him as he does it over and over again, until I’m clawing at the seat and his hair. He teases higher, sucking my aching clit between his teeth. And when his teasing tongue swirls defy around the little nub, I start to come apart all over again.

  Ethan groans into me, sucking my clit and teasing it with his tongue over and over again as my breath catches. My body arches, pleasure flashing through me like the lightning outside. And when I come against his tongue, it’s his name I’m screaming over the sound of the thunder as I melt against his mouth.

  “Get up here,” I moan, yanking him up between my legs. His eyes flash with intense blue heat as his muscled hips spread my thighs. He lines his cock up and pushes right in, his size easily slipping inside with how freaking wet I am. I moan, clawing at him and yanking him down to me as he drives every inch inside of me. Our lips crash together, and I whimper as I taste my own arousal
off his tongue as he starts to make me his.

  I cry out in pleasure as Ethan starts to fuck the hell out of me. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt, my body coming apart at the seams as I claw at him and writhe in pure heavenly bliss under him. My bare feet press to the windshield, slick with the wet heat of the car as his fat cock slams into my dripping wet pussy.

  He pounds into me, our tongues swirling and our bodies writhing together. Thunder explodes around us, like we’re in the storm cloud, and the orangey neon glow is punctured by bright white flashes of lightening as the rain slams against the car. We pant into each other’s lips, hands gripping sweat-slicked skin and rippling muscles, and his gorgeous, thick cock thrusting into me again and again and again, until suddenly, like the storm, we both explode together.

  “Emily,” he groans into my lips.

  “Ethan!” I cry out as he slams inside me to the hilt, and suddenly, we’re both gone. I cry out, clawing at his back and clutching him so tightly as the climax detonates through me like a bomb. My body writhes against his, my legs wrapping tight around his hips and pulling him into me as he roars, pushes deep, and explodes.

  His hot, thick white cum blasts deep inside of me, pumping me full as his cock swells and twitches. He goes to move, but I keep him right there, legs tight around his waist, my hands clutching his face as I kiss him slow and deep with everything I have. And we stay just like that, the storm raging around us, but the both of us safe, together, and perfect.

  8

  Ethan

  I don’t know how long we stay like that, but if it were for forever, I’d be pretty fucking okay with that. I just stay right there, between her legs, my cock still deep inside of her as I kiss her slowly.

  Eventually, we’re both aware of the rain fading, and the thunder tumbling away. I pull back, our eyes locking as she grins shyly under me. Her skin is still glowing orange from the neon sign of the gas station, and I just fucking stare at her.

  God damn is she beautiful, and I could stare at her all damn day. And night. And forever.