Fractures

by M R Field

  One of his hands clasps my hip as the other moves in front of me to draw a line with his finger down the middle of my chest until he reaches the zip. He opens his hand to extend under my suit, sliding underneath the taut fabric, and cups my breast, while his other hand pulls me One of his hands clasps my hip as the other moves in front of me to draw a line with his finger down the middle of my chest until he reaches the zip. He opens his hand to extend under my suit, sliding underneath the taut fabric, and cups my breast, while his other hand pulls me firmly into his body, against his crotch. I feel him against me. Hard. Wanting what I crave. His hand tightens over my breast as his breath increases, and his finger pinches forward across my aching nipple. I gasp and lean back into his touch, my mouth opening in wanton pants.

  Holy fuck. What is he doing to me?

  He releases my hip and moves across the front of my body to dip within the crevice, his fingers holding my breast. His free hand moves down, his fingers moving to take the zipper with him until it reaches the end. Drawing his other hand away from my breast, he grabs hold of my pantsuit and pulls it down from my shoulders, my skin tingling as the night air kisses along more of my naked skin. The suit moves down my back as his other hand delves below, slipping under my G-string and moving straight down to my clit. His fingers coat my clit in my juices, and he slides them back and forth, teasing me by not focusing on my pussy. I tilt my hips into his touch to hit my clit, but his fingers continue to tease against my needy folds.

  His hand darts out from my costume, grabs onto the fabric that still covers me, and yanks it down my body in one swift motion, until I’m standing there in my G-string with a pile of leather at my feet. He taps under my elbow, and I step out, the prickle of nerves beginning to flutter low in my belly. I feel the rustle of clothing behind me, as his heavy jacket hits the floor. I turn my head, and his gaze pierces mine, as he grabs his shirt behind his neck and pulls it over his head, revealing his tattooed arms and chiselled abdomen. It’s not as defined as that of the guys in the books I read, but it’s still fucking sexy. I flick my gaze up to his, and the intensity of his green eyes has me spellbound. His eyes travel up and down my body, and I twist to face him, watching them darken as they stare at every inch of me. No one has ever looked at me like he does.

  He grabs my hand and pulls me with him, walking over to my staircase. He stops at the first step, and we stand transfixed. This is really happening. He swallows, his eyes shine, and I feel my lips part. I want this so badly. My need increases, as he moves us quickly up the stairs before I can change my mind.

  Our breathing deepens, and we pass the railing, our hands grasped as the connection intensifies. I move towards my bedroom, but he pulls gently, stopping me from leaving the rail. His hand drops mine, and I feel the loss of the warmth his palm gave me. He drops whatever is in his hand, unfastens his belt, and unzips his pants, while kicking his shoes off to the side. Both hands hook into his waistband, and he stops to watch me, the swirl of passion flicking in his gaze.

  He pulls his pants down his legs, showing me that even he spent the night with a little secret of no underwear. My eyes are drawn to his thick, hard cock, and my tongue flicks my labret, eager to get down on my knees and taste him. Stepping out of his pants, he grips his shaft and pulls his hand up and down, his hold tight as the swollen head nestles within his grasp at the start of each long stroke. My eyes meet his stare, his expression remaining stern, determined, and unforgiving as each stroke is powered with the fierce power of his forearm. His sinews ripple as his grip tightens.

  I move closer to finally get my lips onto his, but he abruptly lets go of his cock to grip my hips and rotate me towards the railing, so I face the showroom. Placing each of my hands on the railing, he moves behind me, his cock jutting against my back. Holding my hands in place, his face brushes against mine, his light stubble sending tingles down my body. “Look out there,” his voice whispers against my ear. “Look to the window.”

  I lift my head to glance where my colourful dressed-up mannequins stand near the transparent curtain. I’ve left the thick curtains opened. If a car were to go past and shine its lights, we’ll be seen. If someone were to walk past and look at those mannequins, they’d see us up above them. I’ve put up too many party lights to avoid being hidden.

  He steps back from my body and walks through to my bedroom until he reaches the window. I tilt my head over my shoulder to take a better look, when I see his arm reach up to the sheer curtain and rip it off the rail.. I startle briefly, sucking in a breath before I slowly exhale, my thighs beginning to rub together back and forth in want. Holy shit. This rush I feel is better than any stunt I’ve ever done. The heat that climbs under my skin is overdoing any thrill that I’ve needed to seek before. My body wants him to be that high. I can feel our souls reaching out for each other. I turn to face forward quickly, as his steps sound behind me, butterflies taking flight in my stomach with every step.

  Reaching around me, he shows me the long drape in his hands. Leaning into my body, his cock presses into my spine as his breathing deepens. “I want to tie you to this railing and fuck you until you can’t stand anymore.” Gripping my hip with his other hand, he pushes his cock harder against me. “What do you want me to do?” Holding the material, he tilts his hand back and forth, waiting for my answer.

  “Tie me up and fuck me,” I pant, desire pooling between my thighs as my folds throb with want. My cunt begs with each pulsating movement, waiting for him to ease the ache..

  I feel a grin against my neck before he withdraws his arms and positions my hands to grip the railing shoulder-width apart. The soft material loops around my wrist and around the banister, and my pulse quickens as the movement hypnotically motions me to grip it tighter.

  Soon, I am tied to the railing, the excess material looped over the top by my side. I’m immobile. He crouches down and begins to massage my feet and calves, his hands moving around and up my legs, almost tickling me. I squirm as I stand, each hand rising slowly up my legs to rub the sides of my thighs, never once touching between them. His hands then rub up and down my back, and I lean into his touch, each of his hands swirling around and against my cool skin. His fingertips draw patterns across my back, along my tattoos, and down my abdomen before weaving back to caress my shoulders and arms.

  My breasts ache for his touch, wanting him to squeeze my nipples. My fingers yearn to touch him, to bring him to release, but my hands can’t move. A frustrated growl escapes my lips, and he chuckles before the pressure increases in his touch and his hands move in opposite directions. My breast is warm in his palm, a firm squeeze making my head tilt back until his other hand plunges between my folds, causing me to gasp.

  “So ready for me. You want me to fuck you, firecracker?”

  “Yes, Theo! Do it now!”

  He dips his fingers into my wetness and then draws them out before I hear his lips sucking them into his mouth. Holy shit. That was hot.

  He releases my breast, and I whimper as he bends down to fumble with his pants. I can’t help but smile, knowing that he had been planning this night.

  Once sheathed, he takes hold of my hips to position them. Pushing my shoulders down slightly, he shuffles his legs between mine and draws my body closer to his. Moving his cock to my entrance, he enters me slowly, as my cunt grips him tightly. Hissing, he stops for a moment as my body adjusts, then he pushes in again, and I tilt back, welcoming his cock.

  He pulls out and thrusts deeply, sending shockwaves to my core. I scream his name, as the binds pull at my wrists, my nails curling into the wooden beam. He moves his hips faster, thrusting into me until my toes curl to point to the ground, and I lean back into him more. His breath is at my shoulder for a moment until I feel the indent of his teeth against my hot flesh, my orgasm building as he continues to buzz, buzz …

  Buzz, buzz.

  I wake with a start and stare around my dark bedroom. Damn it! I dreamt about that night again.

  Buzz, buzz.


  Turning to my bedside table, I see my phone vibrating heavily against the wooden top. My hot skin prickles as I move across my mattress. I pick it up to see Theo calling on the screen. Putting it to my ear, I answer, “Hey.”

  “Hey.” His voice is quiet and distant. I sit up in bed as concern whirls in my stomach, my heart still racing from my dream.

  “You okay?”

  “I’m at the back of your place. Can you let me in?”

  “Sure.” I move quickly with the phone still connected to my ear. “I’ll hit the button so you can get through the gate.”

  I pass the key hooks and press the button, quickly skipping down the stairs as Theo’s bike rolls into my small yard. By the time he’s killed the engine, I’ve flicked on the light, unlocked the back door, and opened it. It’s not long before he’s standing in front of me, and I close and lock the door. His eyes stare at mine, filled with apprehension. So different from how they were in the dream I just had.

  “Theo, what happened?”

  “I left Ricardo’s … I’ve been riding for a few hours … It got to be too much.”

  “Did something happen? Were they mean to you?”

  “No.” His voice breaks. “They treated me like family. They were kind and I … freaked out.”

  “Oh, honey.” I step forward and wrap my arms around him, his body sinking into mine.

  “I’m fucked up, Trin. I can’t even cope with them showing kindness. A little was alright, but I just … I can’t explain …”

  I hold him closer to me and kiss his neck. “They’ll understand. Try not to be so hard on yourself.”

  “I don’t know how to … There’s still so much I need to tell you, even. Fuck, I don’t know where to start.”

  I lean back and stare at his tortured eyes. “Don’t worry about that now. I’m okay, honey. You don’t have to tell me anything. Let me help you. What do you need?”

  His hand reaches up and cups my face, and I lean into his touch. His fingers are cold as ice, but I refuse to shudder. “This. You. I need you.”

  “You have me,” I whisper.

  “Your skin is hot,” he murmurs. “Are you okay?”

  I cringe, wishing I’d left the light off. “Um, no.” I bite my lip as a cheeky smile escapes my lips. “I was having a dream.”

  “Well, it must’ve been good if your face is so red.” His eyes travel down my front. “And your neck. Were you being chased by zombies?”

  “No, um, I dreamt about the time, you know, where we ah …” I take a big breath. “Oh, fuck it. I dreamt about the time you fucked me against the railing. When I had to hide my wrists for a few days, as I had fabric burn.”

  His eyes widen in surprise before he leans back and laughs. “You have fantasy dreams about … me?” He points to his chest, as his eyes twinkle.

  “Not fantasy, you goof. Reality. It was fucking hot, too. You had just started to thrust inside me after you bit me when you called. I missed my kaboom.”

  “Your what? Ah … never mind.” He rubs his tongue along his bottom lip, and I lean up and kiss it, my thoughts taking me back to that moment. I need to taste him. His lips move with mine as his tongue delves into my mouth, causing me to groan and hold onto his arms.

  We kiss like I wanted to in my dream—hot, wet, and passionate. What he never used to allow me to do. He pulls away from me, taking my hand and leading me out of my workroom, flicking off the light.

  Leading me upstairs to my bedroom, he turns on my bedside lamp, and then we strip each other’s clothes off quickly. I lie back on the mattress. Theo’s hands caress up and down my skin, his lips trailing after them in soft kisses, barely touching me, driving me crazy. He moves down my body, flattening his palms against my stomach and kissing my hips before using his hands to spread my legs.

  I watch as he plants gentle kisses further down, the gentle touch of his tongue stroking me. Reaching my folds, his hands part them slightly, and I feel his breath against my clit before his hot tongue swipes against me.

  “Yes, baby,” I gasp as the sensation of his tongue sweeps deeper into my swollen folds. He picks up speed and licks me deeper, taking time to suck my clit after a few strokes. My chest tightens as I pant, wanting more but wanting him closer to me. He increases the speed, and I tilt my pelvis, needing him desperately. “Theo, baby …” I gasp. “I need you … come up here.”

  “I’m not finished,” he murmurs against my clit, sending tingles along my core.

  “Yes, you are. I’ve already had my foreplay. Now, please get up here, I need you.”

  He chuckles against my skin but obeys, crawling up the bed to put both arms on either side of my face. I lean to kiss him, tasting myself on his lips, and I lick along the seam to move in and caress his tongue with mine.

  Shifting my legs to either side of his, he positions himself at my entrance and begins to move inside me, all the while increasing the intensity of our kiss. My arms move up to pull him closer to me, and he thrusts, each stroke sending waves of pleasure down my body. I hold him tightly, each force building a delicious heat that I desperately want.

  He leans back slightly, and our kiss is broken, but only so he can stare down at me, a gentle smile playing on his lips. So much emotion lies behind his eyes, which I know mirror mine. Feel me. I want you to feel everything that I am.

  His eyes darken as his movements quicken, my hips meeting his, our breathing deepening as the intensity builds. Before I can warn him, my core clutches his cock, and my orgasm soars, my hands bringing his lips to mine in a hard kiss as I moan into his mouth. His thrusts continue until his voice deepens, the shockwaves of his own orgasm chasing after mine.

  Slowly, his movements come to a halt, and I release his neck, knowing my nails have probably made a mark again. His hand moves to swipe my hair out of my face, and he stares down at me.

  “Trinity,” he whispers, emotion surging in his gaze.

  “Kaboom,” I whisper, too afraid to speak. Too afraid to admit what burns in my heart right now.

  He blinks, as a slow smile greets my panting lips. “Kaboom.”

  The panel shows the man standing on the mountaintop, his arms outstretched and a radiant smile on his face. Unbeknownst to him, the land underneath his feet is beginning to crumble away.

  TTE

  THEO

  There’s tension at the office. In between Cole still being barely audible and the many secretaries that stroll through our office, who he interviews but never hires, Letty’s absence is making things considerably awkward. Her desk has been kept the same, all except her coffee cup which isn’t there. I don’t remember her taking it. It isn’t in the tearoom, or anywhere else that I’ve checked. Her obsession with soap operas and having Ridge Forrester from The Bold and the Beautiful plastered on both sides of her cup was always her way of being a little different. She didn’t believe in being conservative, and none of us wanted her to be. Her departure meant that our meetings were kept brief, while the vibe that shrouded us gave us the initiative to keep our heads low and just get on with it.

  She did surprise me by sending me a few emails after she arrived in Toronto. The initial one was to congratulate me on my latest novel, which she felt bad for not mentioning sooner. She also threw in a picture of her standing with the CN tower and an awesome skyline behind her, with the caption, “Hope this building makes you wet your pants with excitement. Nerd.” It was a pretty cool building, but my thoughts soon turned to Trin, as she’d itch to be able to do the Edgewalk, whereas I’d probably need Valium or bourbon. Possibly both.

  I’d responded with, “Definitely. Off to buy my waterproof pants.” Since then, we’d exchanged a few emails, with her telling me about her sister’s place and the jobs she was scouting for. I got her postal address and managed to fit in a postal stop-off, and sent a T-shirt from the bundle that I’d ordered for her. I could tell that her chipper emails were bullshit. She wasn’t herself, so if I could make her smile and carry on, then it was worth it.
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  Each time she emailed me, I wondered if she had contacted Cole. From his pissy attitude, I didn’t think so. But I recognised that look. A man in emotional limbo with that trapped, forlorn expression across his face, while a woman really did fuck with his head. Initially, I’d hoped that, after whatever had happened, he’d be back to his awkward self, but as the days have passed, his mood doesn’t appear to be lifting ending anytime soon. Rather than wait for it, I do the one thing that I think could work. Even if the sinking feeling in my stomach is telling me that she is gonna rip my balls off.

  “Hey Cole.” I wait for him to put his pen down and look up at me from his desk.

  “Yeah, mate?” He raises his brow, and I point my finger to the tablet next to me and say, “Just sent you something to check out. Let me know if you want any more help with it.”

  He nods, and I watch him tap his tablet to access his email. His brow furrows as he reads my message, but the hardened lines loosen in his face as his brows raise in surprise.

  Cole,

  Below you’ll find Letty’s address. She’s staying with her sister. Think she’s having trouble finding a job over there. Also, I’ve put a link to Webjet. They might happen to have some deals from some airlines for you. You know, just in case.

  Theo.

  I wait, hoping that I haven’t misread that look. He rubs his chin before tapping across his screen a few times. I lower my head to continue sketching the office building that I’m working on when, after a few minutes, my tablet signals a new message.

  Theo,

  Thanks for that, I’ll get right on it. No more assistance required.

  Cole

  I smile, relieved that I didn’t piss off my boss. It doesn’t stop me from responding just like I think my little firecracker would in this situation.