Love's Ache (Gently Broken Series (Bonus)

by Ava Alise

  “Shit, I’m sorry,” Chris says.

  “You good? Hey, Liz,” Paul says, with a smile.

  “Hey, Paul,” I blush, but luckily Paul doesn’t see it since Chris continues his steady stride. I still feel kind of embarrassed around Paul, since ‘hook up’ night and all.

  A big smile crawls across my face when we make it to Chris’ room and he shuts the door behind us.

  Liz

  Chris faces me and I lean in and kiss him hard on the lips. For some reason, that whole ‘drag me through the house’ bit has me even more fired up. He backs me against his bedroom door, flashing that sexy smile and helps me out of my shirt.

  My hand is under his shirt, slowly trailing up his body. By the time I get to his pecks, his tongue is in my mouth and his shirt is on the floor. His kiss is slow, hypnotizing and his hands are everywhere. Our bodies are sticky with sweat, but I couldn’t be more turned on right now. He tastes salty, smells manly, and it’s driving me crazy.

  I pull at the drawstring of his sweatpants when I feel his fingers under the waistband of my yoga bottoms. He squeezes my ass, pressing me against him, then he slowly slides the pants off my hips and down my body. As my pants slide down, he follows, kissing his way down my breast and torso. I’m frantic, so turned on that I’m surprised my panties haven’t just fallen off. I need him, everything he’s doing to me and everything he isn’t. He uses one hand to unclasp my bra, and the other to slide my panties down my hips. After I’m completely naked, he takes a step back and looks at me with a heated darkness.

  “Fucking perfect.”

  I am still frozen against his bedroom door, now realizing I haven’t stepped more than a foot inside the room, and he has me completely naked. It’s perfectly okay, more than okay; actually, there couldn’t be anything more okay at this moment. Chris slowly unties his drawstring and drops his pants and boxers to his ankles. My eyes immediately fall down his body and I greedily wrap my hands around his hard length.

  “Mmmm… keep that up, and you’ll get fucked before the shower,” he says, smiling.

  He snatches both of my hands up above my head, pressing them against the wall. I return his smile and his stare, ready for whatever he’s about to give me.

  “Oh, am I in trouble?” I tease.

  “I actually might be the one in trouble here,” he says, and then kisses me sloppily.

  “The reason I loved stripping so much, there is nothing sexier than the way a woman looks at you when you’re turning her on,” he trails off to kiss me again, but this time he bites on my bottom lip, causing me to moan against his lips.

  “If you only knew what the look in your eyes is doing to me, you’d prepare yourself, but that’s not my trouble with you.”

  “Not only do I love getting you so wet you can barely see straight, I fucking LOVE to watch you cum,” he says, then he kisses me again, letting my hands go and I wrap them around his neck making him kiss me harder.

  “Better be careful there, Mr. Stripper, you might mess around and get yourself hooked because I’m phenomenal at coming,” I say against his lips.

  He laughs, bends down, throws me over his shoulder, and carries me straight to the shower.

  We were supposed to be washing first, and we tried, we really did. Water droplets the size of pebbles roll down my back, splashing Chris just enough to wash away some of the soap that actually made it onto his body.

  I should have known, the moment he started rubbing soap onto his chest, that the washing idea wouldn’t last. He fixed me under that sexy as hell gaze, and I couldn't look away. All of the fantasies I’ve had about this man in this shower, over the last forty-eight hours, were complete bullshit, wet and sexy selfie Chris is blah, compared to wet and sexy in-person Chris. The crazy thing is, he’s looking at me like he’s the one having a hard time keeping control, like I am his fantasy.

  We are about three minutes in before I find myself completely taken over by him.

  “Mmmm,” I moan, as he drags his tongue up from my collarbone, stopping to suck on the sensitive nook of my neck. I’m on his lap and we sit chest to chest, my legs spread wide and hanging off the back of the bench behind him. Chris kneads my ass with both hands, and I feel him, already hard, grow even harder, pressing against my stomach.

  “Mmmmmm,” I moan again, my body burns, beginning to beg for what he has.

  “I fucking love to hear you moan,” he says, and I feel him smile against my lips.

  I smile back at him, then lean forward, kissing his sexy mouth, pulling at his bottom lip with my teeth, then soothing it with my tongue.

  I love his lips, they are my favorite thing to play with, and I love how it drives him crazy.

  Chris exhales deeply, then continues kissing me slow and seductively and, as time ticks by, the ache between my legs grows. Taking one hand off my ass, he starts tugging and rolling one of my nipples between his fingers. He places a hand on my back and slides my hips forward, pressing himself between my legs. The pressure feels so fucking good, that I start to grind against him, causing us both to tremble.

  “I can’t wait to be buried deep inside you,” he says in a deep throaty voice.

  I love when he starts talking dirty, it’s so fucking sexy, but I never know what to say. Hell, I was nervous to get in here with him, but my body knows how to respond to him and, right now, it wants to be fucked.

  Our breathing becomes faster.

  Our kissing deeper, sexier.

  I completely forget we are in the shower, and that it’s a Monday, and that he’ll have to pick up his son soon, all I feel is Chris. His hands on my body, his tongue in my mouth, and his dick hard, pressing against me. My body aches for him, I want to reach down, grab his dick and sink down on it.

  I shiver just thinking about him inside me, and I find my hand wrapped around him. I rear up a little then back down again in indecision. Chris notices my hesitation.

  “You want my dick, sexy?” he asks, chest heaving, eyes dark and staring through me.

  The rise and fall of my chest matches his. I meet his dark stare. I want to say yes, I want to tell him to fuck me, beg him even. Chris continues to look at me and runs a hand through my wet hair, reminding me that we are in the shower. My brain swims with lust and desire, slowly I nod.

  “Listen, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about fucking you all day. You don’t know how close I came to bending you over the hood of my fucking car after watching your ass bounce around in the parking lot. If you want my dick, sexy, fuck it. I will never stop you,” Chris says, leaning back, grabbing my hips with both hands. He starts to lift me, then stops, raising an eyebrow, challenging me to make the move. I stare at him a second, then slowly reach down, grab his length, lift up, and slide down on it, feeling him push into me. We both groan when he enters me, and I don’t stop until he’s all the way in.

  “Fuck,” he groans, squeezing my flexing hips. I moan, sucking in a deep breath, feeling my body stretch for him. I slowly start moving up and down on him, savoring every inch. Chris’ eyes lock onto mine, and he watches me fuck him, he doesn’t help or guide me in any way, he just holds on and watches, captivated.

  I hope I’m doing this right, sure as fuck feels like it.

  I start to bounce faster and moan louder, rotating my hips and riding him like my body craves. I feel him start to dig his nails into my hips, moaning my name, I keep going.

  “Fuck,” rumbles from his throat.

  I ride my sexy stripper until he can’t keep his eyes open, until he curses at me telling me not to stop, until he tells me he wants to feel me come. The look on his face is almost pained, and it turns me on even more to know I’m doing this to him.

  The sounds of splashing and moaning takes over the bathroom, giving those loud jets a run for their money. It isn't long before pleasure takes over, and I begin to lose control of my breathing. My inner muscles squeeze as I moan for him and begin to shatter. He pulls his lips from mine as he follows me over the edge. The water
continues to pour over us as we try remember how to breathe.

  “I… I’ve never done that,” I stutter after a beat.

  “Never done what? Shower sex?" he says, breathily.

  “No, you know, fucked it,” I say nervously as I smooth wet strands of hair away from my face.

  A crease appears on his forehead as he smooths a hand over my cheek, pushing back the untamed hair.

  “What?”

  “I’m serious.”

  Chris narrows his eyes at me untrusting. The water, now lukewarm, continues to splash us from above, as he holds me on his lap.

  “I swear, the other guys pretty much kept me on my back. The way you fucked me against the wall last time, that was new too.”

  A huge smile appears on his face, and I begin to feel embarrassed.

  Why in the hell did I just tell him all that? He must think I'm a prude. Stupid… Stupid…

  I almost want to smack myself in the forehead, but since that will make me look even crazier, I just look at him and try a smile, which comes across shy.

  “Sexy, you just fucked my eyes crossed and made me cum faster than I have in a long time, no need to be shy,” he says in a deep sexy tone. My blush, hard to hide with him looking at me dead on, deepens, but I feel a growing sense of pride creep up in my chest too. Chris stands, placing me on my feet, turns off the water and walks out of the shower. I hesitate for a second, confused, and I stand there like an idiot.

  “Let’s go,” he says, and I peek my head out of the opening.

  “Where are we going?”

  “I am going to show you why my dick is usually hard when we are in a room together and the many ways I can make you come on it.”

  CHRIS

  “How are things going with your court case?” Red asks as she slides back into her yoga pants. I’m leaning against my dresser, as I watch her sort through the clothes we left on the floor, over two hours ago.

  “My lawyer and I have a meeting scheduled with Shayla and her father tomorrow morning. He’s hoping we can settle this outside of court.”

  “Oh, do you think it will go well?”

  “Knowing Shayla, probably not.”

  She stops mid-sort and walks over to me, concern lacing her face.

  “It’s not fair. I’m sorry you have to go through this, Chris,” she says, disgusted.

  I nod.

  I am not claiming to be the perfect father, but I try, I try damn hard. MJ only gets the best, he’s not around anything that isn’t, he doesn’t eat anything that isn’t, and he even attends the best preschool in the county. How Shayla’s claim for full custody can be taken seriously by any judge is insane. Red is right, it’s not fair, but I’m not worried. I know, in the end, Shayla knows I’m a good father and MJ is well taken care of. Shayla deserves to be with MJ as much as I do, and if this was an innocent disagreement, then that would be one thing, but this is just Shayla being Shayla. She knows that, if she has full custody of MJ, then she can file for child support. Since neither of us technically filed for official custody, she did, and what do you think happened next? Mitch, my lawyer, informs me that she is seeking, you guessed it, child support. Pure fucking insanity.

  Red kisses me on the cheek and returns to our pile of clothes. She’s still topless, and it’s sexy as hell. At first, I wasn’t sure how well she’d do, being a fuck buddy, she’s definitely the ‘girlfriend type’, but it’s going great. We really have become friends, and if it wasn’t for her and the guys, I’d probably be a basket case right now.

  Red slides her bra on, following up with her top, and now the show is over.

  “Why are you still naked?” she grins.

  “Because you were, and I didn’t want to miss it.”

  She laughs and throws my shirt at me. I duck, laughing, then grab some clean clothes from my closet and get dressed. I should probably go say hello to the guys, I’m not sure if I did when we came in.

  “That reminds me. I never did get that dance,” she says, sporting a devilish grin.

  “You’re right,” I laugh.

  After the night I attempted a drunken rendition of one of my most popular routines, I never danced for her again. When we are together, dancing for her is the very last thing on my mind. Clearly, it’s the last thing on her mind as well, since she hasn’t mentioned it until now.

  “We will have to fix that, won’t we?”

  She smiles as she moves in close, close enough to make me rethink my decision to go speak to the guys. I may, instead, spend the last hour I have right here, pressed up against this girl.

  Her long lashes bat against her cheeks as she smiles, looking at me with eyes that I keep getting fucking lost in.

  “And I don’t want a perfected stage performance either, I want the whole experience.”

  “The whole experience?”

  “Yes. The entire ‘Chris-the-stripper’ experience. I want to be flipped, spanked, and whatever else you do.”

  I laugh.

  “Well, there usually isn’t any spanking, but since you asked,” I say as I land a firm swat on her perfect ass. She squeals, then laughs, and I kiss her.

  Red leans into me, accepting my kiss, and I breathe her in. I can’t seem to get my fill of her, I always want more.

  “This weekend, what are you doing?”

  “Hopefully, you,” she says.

  “Great fucking answer.”

  Red hangs out for a bit, then calls for an Uber. A call comes through on her cell while we’re in the kitchen, and she decides to take the call outside. I told her to text me when she made it home.

  Nard and JJ are sitting on the couch, talking, when I flop down next to them, propping my feet on the large square ottoman. My phone buzzes with a text from my old friend, Tony, he’s having a birthday party at his beach house in two weeks and wants me to come. I send a quick text to Red inviting her and Ros, then return my attention back to Nard and JJ. They are talking about the tristate tour they have booked starting next month. Our promoter, well their promoter, usually books tours for the group a few times a year, hoping to bring in more customers to the club. The guys love it, the money is great and girls are hot; it’s a win/win. I, of course, never went. I never wanted to leave MJ for weeks at a time, even though my parents would have gladly taken care of him. I couldn’t do it.

  “You forget what day it is?” JJ teases.

  “Nah, he just doesn’t care,” Nard says.

  “What in the hell are y’all talking about?” I say.

  “You. How you’re breaking all of your bullshit rules for this one,” Nard says.

  “I think she may have her claws sunk in,” JJ laughs.

  “It’s not like that.”

  JJ stands, looks toward the kitchen, and grimaces.

  “Yeah, okay. Well, if that’s the case, what’s happening outside should be no big deal.”

  My brows crease and my eyes follow JJ, as he walks toward his bedroom. I stand, and at first I see nothing out of place; Ty’s car is parked next to a black Honda, and it looks like Red’s Uber is pulling up. My eyes fall to Red, who’s looking at someone, and then, like a bulldozer, Haley comes into view.

  My body stiffens, and I clench my teeth as I watch Haley walk in through the side door.

  Shit!

  Did I talk to Red about Haley?

  Did I talk to Haley about Red?

  All the things she could have said to Red rushes through my mind, and my throat goes dry. I don’t want Red to think I lied about Haley, I didn’t, It’s not like I’ve been around her, I haven’t seen her in weeks.

  Haley’s eyes lock with mine, and she nods across the hall, gesturing for me to follow. My eyes slide to Nard, as Haley disappears into the hall. Rita has appeared at Nard’s side, and they are both looking at me with conflicting expressions. Nard’s brows are so high, that I’m surprised they haven’t disappeared into his head. Rita looks concerned, but for whom, I don’t know. I sigh and turn toward the hall.

  Haley shim
mies into my bedroom and closes the door behind us.

  Fuck.

  “I’m back,” she smiles, moving in so close that I can smell her perfume.

  “I saw your car in the driveway, lucky timing, huh?”

  I chuckle, “Listen, Haley, I’m actually about to head out to pick up MJ. He’ll be out of school soon.”

  She’s taken aback, but only briefly. She slides her hands up my chest and presses her body against me.

  “We can be quick. I’ve been on a plane for three hours. I’ve had to deal with my crazy aunt fighting with my dad every day for five weeks and I need to de-stress. You,” she trails off, stepping out of her shoes, “know exactly how to take care of me.”

  Her eyes roam up and down my body. She can’t be serious, its obvious Red just left, she knows it. She can’t expect me to… to…

  Shit, I guess I have before.

  I don’t move, I don’t touch her, and understanding begins to resonate.

  “Oh.”

  “I didn’t realize she was your girlfriend now. Why didn’t you just say that?” she snaps.

  I sigh and take a step back.

  “Red is not my girlfriend. What in the hell is with everyone today?”

  “If she’s not, then why are you just standing there?”

  “I have to go get MJ,” I say.

  I really do. That’s the only reason she’s not getting the D right now. It’s not because of Red. It’s not because I’m worried that, if I have to tell Red I fucked Haley, she will be done with me. I have my son, court, a business I’m trying to start, shit that matters. Red is just a hookup and, yes I like to fuck her, maybe a lot more than Haley. Shit just has to run its course with Red, she’s in to that Sean guy, and we just have a convenient connection. Simple as that.

  Haley continues to look at me with an expression that says she’s not buying my bullshit. “Seriously. I have to go,” I say, as I walk over to the dresser, grabbing my wallet and keys.

  “Uh huh,” she says.

  I really want to ask what she and Red talked about, but I know that if I do, she won’t let me live it down. I shouldn’t care so much anyways.