Broken

by Sandy Kline

  “I’m on Baker Street just past the Shell Station and close to Target. I’m on the side of the road with what used to be my car. You can’t miss it.”

  “Alright I’m coming right now. I’ll be there in ten minutes tops.” He says and disconnects the call.

  “Alex, you still on?”

  “I’m here and I’m coming to get you right now.”

  “No wait, Bla…Sean is coming to get me. He already left and he’s on his bike so I can’t call him back and say you’re getting me. If he gets here and I’m not here he’ll freak.”

  “Fine, but call me the second you’re home so I know you’re safe.”

  “Got it.” I reply. “Call you the instant my toe crosses the threshold of my front door.”

  “Don’t forget Jen!”

  “I won’t.”

  “Alright, but you have to stay on the phone with me until he comes so I know he got to you before anyone else does.”

  “Fine. No wait, I can’t. My phone’s about to die and I need it in case he needs more directions. I’ll call you from home. Goodnight Alex.”

  “Alright, bye. Be safe.”

  Good thing I noticed my battery is about to die. I would not want to be stranded here without a ride or phone. Not that it’s a bad part of town. It’s just no place is safe in this town if you’re a female alone late at night.

  Ten minutes later I hear Blade’s Harley speeding down the street. That I hear his bike almost before seeing the headlight is testament to how loud that thing is without the muffler. Why he had that removed I have no idea. His bike has a very distinctive sound too so I know it’s him before I can make out any details of his colossal motorcycle. He pulls up just short of my car and kills the engine but leaves the headlamp on.

  “What happened to your car?” He asks as he takes off his helmet.

  “I told you they trashed it.” I reply a little irritated at his response.

  “Yeah but this…this isn’t trashed, it’s more like demolished! Oh man you have pissed off the wrong people Jen. Holy fuck this is bad.”

  “No shit Sherlock. You know I can do without your commentary. It’s been a really bad night. I just about ended up in jail for nothing but since they couldn’t lock me up this was the next best thing. I’m pretty sure my insurance company’s gonna declare it totaled too. If they only knew it was shot up not long ago and now this. They’d drop me like a hot potato.”

  “Sorry babe, I should be more sensitive. They got balls, those dirty cops, I’ll tell ya that. I’ll have one of our undercover guys do some digging around and see if we can do something to help you out. This shit? It’s only gonna get worse.”

  “Yeah I’m sure of that. Now can we just take me home? I’m tired, I’m pissed, and more than a little afraid. The longer we stand here the more danger I’m in I’m sure. They may even be watching me as we speak so…”

  “Yeah, let’s go.”

  Blade hands me a helmet and gets on his bike. I climb on behind him and lock hands around his waist while he fires up his beast. I feel better now that I’m with him, but I won’t really feel safe until I’m home and the doors are locked.

  Chapter Nine

  The Aftermath

  By the time we pull into my driveway it’s nearing midnight. As we walk into my house and I lock the door behind us I immediately feel better. But before I can really relax I have one favor to ask of Blade.

  “Would you mind searching my house?” I ask. “I can’t relax until I’m sure it’s just the two of us here. Do you mind?”

  “Of course not.” He says. “But you really shouldn’t be here alone. Mark can easily come back any time and do who knows what to you.”

  “There’s no place I can go around here that he can’t find me Blade. If he wants to get at me he will whether I’m hiding out here or in some motel fifty miles out of town. I’m not going to go on the run just to get away from him. If he really wanted to kill me he already would have. He’s had plenty of opportunities.”

  “I’m not a fan of this Jen.”

  “I know and please search away.”

  For a reply Blade reaches into his jacket and pulls out a large black gun as he stalks down the hallway towards the back of the house, turning on lights as he goes. I follow him with my hand resting on his broad shoulders. I’m sure no one is here but I can’t take that chance given what happened tonight. Blade is thorough and cautious as he moves from room to room in my two bedroom two bath house. The last thing he checks before moving to the backyard is my two car garage. It’s clear. Before going out back Blade procures a small flashlight with an incredibly bright beam. He holds that with his left hand underneath his gun hand so that the light points the same direction as the muzzle of his weapon. I can tell he’s done this before.

  Ten minutes later we’re back inside and I’m pouring us a glass of wine. Probably not his choice of drink but I don’t have any hard liquor in the house. Presently the warm glow of the alcohol and the presence of the ever handsome Blade sends me into a nice relaxed state. There’s a tingle in my tummy that begins moving south as Blade leans in to give me a passionate kiss. This time I am going to make this work. I grab Blade’s hand and pull him in the direction of my room.

  Every step I take causes a tiny twinge in my lonely kitty. Step twinge, step twinge, step twinge…oh boy, this should be an interesting night. I have to admit though, I have an ulterior motive for drinking tonight. The last time we were horizontal things got weird. Well…I got weird. Blade did everything right and I still couldn’t consummate. They say that alcohol lowers your resistance so I’m hoping those last three glasses of red wine have dropped my defenses to zero. In fact, given my current state of arousal I’d probably entertain a proposal from just about anything so long as it still draws breath.

  “Shall we take the bottle with us?” He asks.

  “No thanks. After those last three I pretty much don’t have any resistance left so…”

  I’m not sure I should have advertised that fact, but I don’t have much of a filter on my mouth when I’ve been drinking this much. Good thing Blade’s not one to press the advantage.

  “Oh look, you’ve managed to spill something on your shirt.” He says, pointing to my chest. “Maybe we should put it in the wash before it stains.”

  So much for not taking advantage. “This ole thing?” I say pointing to the most expensive garment in my closet.

  “I believe this is cashmere.” He says.

  “Well I’ve got a dozen of them.” I lie. It’s actually not cashmere but I’m not going to correct him.

  “But this one’s new isn’t it?” He says to me.

  “Look buddy, if you want me to take it off why don’t you just come out and say so?”

  “I did.” He replies. “I said maybe you should put it in the wash.”

  “Oh…right…I guess you did say that.”

  “So…”

  “So what?” I ask. I have a feeling I’m missing something here.

  “Let’s just get naked then.” He says, dropping all pretense.

  “Alright.” I reply, surprising myself. “But I’m keeping this on.” I reply indicating my faux cashmere top with the tiny stain.

  “Uh…okay.” He replies, slightly confused. “We can still work around that.”

  “Oh and these.” I say, seductively stroking my skinny jeans. “These gotta stay on too.”

  “I think you need another drink.” He says with a mischievous smile.

  I shake my head. I know what’s going on here.

  “No really, you should have another.”

  “Are you trying to get in my pants Mister?”

  “Are you trying to prevent me?” He asks. “Cause resistance is useless.”

  “It certainly will be if I take one more drink so-”

  “So let me make this real easy for you babe-”

  “The more you talk mister the easier it gets…” I begin, then catch myself as he starts to smile. “The easier it
gets to turn you down.” I finish.

  “What? That’s not how this is supposed to work. You drink, you drop your defenses, and your panties. Now chop chop.”

  “Chop chop? Oh my god, I just realized something. You’ve had too much to drink! You finally crossed the line and you’re turning into a smug rude biker. The true you is starting to show around the edges.”

  “Wait I was just kidding about all that stuff. I haven’t plied you with drinks just to get you to drop your pants.”

  “Then why do you keep trying to hand me a drink?”

  “I’m not tr-”

  “Relax Blade, I’m just giving you a hard time. Now come here you.”

  I sit down on the edge of my bed and give him an inviting smile.

  “I have to warn you babe,” He begins. “If you let the dragon out of his cage tonight you may not be able to put him back. At least not before he’s exhausted that is.”

  “Well in a pinch I’m sure your right hand will be more than efficient.”

  “Wow you really kno-”

  Blade stops talking immediately when we hear a knocking on the front door. Blade jumps up off the couch reaching into his jacket for his gun. He motions for me to go down the hall to the back room. I’m not sure where to go. We’ve never talked about a scenario where we’re at home and he gets attacked. I decide to hide in the closet. It’s small but there’s room for me to stand and hide behind coats and various other items on hangers. I hear the door open but I don’t immediately hear gunshots so that’s positive. I hold my breath and wait for what seems like hours before I hear Blade again.

  “It’s okay Jen, come on out.” Blade hollers.

  I step out of the closet and Blade walks back into the bedroom along with two other brothers. All three of them look grim.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask.

  “Things are about to jump off with the Advocates so don’t wait up. I probably won’t be back before morning.”

  “What makes you think I want you back?” I reply with a smile, trying to lighten the mood.

  He glares back for a second before giving me a brief smile. “I’m sorry babe, but business calls.”

  “Be careful.” I say to him. “And you can come back.”

  I search around in my nightstand for the spare front door key. When I find it I hold it out to him.

  “Come back and be careful. Bikers can be a dangerously unpredictable lot you know.”

  “So can women.” He says as he pockets my key. “Don’t wait up though. It’s going to be a long night I think.”

  He flashes me one more smile as he turns and walks out flanked by the two bikers. One more time the night is spoiled. And this time I was ready.

  With nothing better to do I just climb into bed. I’m pleasantly buzzed and very relaxed so I imagine I’ll sleep soundly tonight. Blade’s prediction is spot on. He is gone for a long time before he finally returns. The pressure of him on the bed wakens me from a light sleep. I open my eyes, roll over and reach out to him but recoil at the sight of blood smeared across his chest and on his hands.

  “Oh my god Blade, you’re hurt!”

  “Relax Jen, it’s not my blood. Well, most isn’t mine.”

  “We gotta get you cleaned up and someone needs to look at the wounds you do have and clean them up before an infection starts.”

  Before he can argue too much I get up out of bed and put my game face on. The time for joking around is over.

  “I’ve got a first aid kit in the bathroom. Your wounds need to be cleaned before an infection sets in.”

  I get up and head for my bathroom before he can begin to protest. I retrieve the small plastic tackle box and flip open the top. It’s got a smattering of dressings, bandages, ointments, and a couple suture kits. This should do. I grab the kit and hurry back into the bedroom and the second I see his glistening muscles sans shirt and cut I lose it. I don’t want to treat this guy’s injuries I wanna treat my burgeoning horniness.

  “What?” He asks as I walk into the room.

  “You…are… You lost your shirt.” I stammer.

  He looks down at himself. “Yes, I’m dirty, bloody, grimy, and sweaty. What are you going to about it?”

  “Lick the sweat off.” I mutter under my breath.

  “What was that?” He asks.

  “I’m going to fix you up.” I reply, presenting the evidence.

  “Well get to it woman.” He grumbles good-naturedly.

  Using a bowl of warm water and towels I begin to wash the events of the night off his smooth muscular chest. The moment my fingers touch his skin my heart begins thumping wildly. I have to make this work. I can feel my kitty begin to purr. I don’t have to slip a finger between my legs to know my lips are weeping. My pump is primed and…and ready to be… pumped. I pour water across the tops of his shoulders and across his broad back watching it run down his smooth skin, sluicing down across my fingers as I try to maintain some professionalism. ‘Cause wouldn’t it be a little weird to be fondling the man while I’m supposedly dressing his wounds? My towels go from white to pink then red as I remove the last traces of blood from his upper body. I look down at the top of his pants and leather belt. His ass is getting a soaking. I tug at the back of his belt.

  “Uh…I think you’re going to need to remove your jeans. I kinda got them wet.”

  “Is that the only reason you’re recommending I take them off?”

  “Well… they could start to chafe.”

  “I don’t want chafing.”

  He stands up and without hesitation he unbuckles his belt and drops his faded black jeans. I bite my lip involuntarily as the round full globes of his ass are revealed. Without even thinking my hand just reaches out and my fingers touch his right cheek. I bite my lip to stifle a moan. Now this is an ass! Suddenly he grabs the waistband and in one sweeping motion pulls them down over his hips and past his knees. So round, so smooth and flawless and so very edible. I don’t even bother stifling the moan that escapes my lips. My right hand, still on his right cheek flattens out and my palm slips around his hips questing for cock. I want to feel his stiffening member in my hand. I wanna stroke it, make it rage, make it lust for my sex.

  My fingers pause at the base of his shaft and the beginnings of his blonde pubes. I can smell him. He’s all man; all one hundred percent of him. I lean forward until my lips brush the soft skin at the crack of his ass. I feel his skin flutter under my lips and his cock jumps against my palm. There is nothing small or week about his man. He smells as powerful as he looks and I can’t wait to feel that power directed towards me. My hands slip up and down his throbbing cock and I can even feel the power there. Then he turns around.

  I could have backed up. I could have faded away but I didn’t. I could have kept my mouth closed. I didn’t have to take him all the way in but I couldn’t stop. He fills my mouth to the point my lips are stretched to the limit. My impulse to gag nearly finishes me but I soldier on until my nose is crushed up against the flat base of his cock. Curly blond hairs tickle but I refuse to break the mood by sneezing. Short bursts of air from my nose caress his shaft as it slides in and out. Strong hands grasp the back of my head guiding me. My hands grip his cheeks guiding him and pretty soon I can feel the drip down the back of my throat and I know I have the power. I could stop now and I know he’d beg but I won’t reduce my man by making him realize just how much in control I am now. His cheeks clench. He pumps with an earnestness that can only mean one thing. Question is - do I swallow?

  Blade pulls my head back and his dripping cock leaves my mouth with an audible pop. Before I can protest he spins me around, grabs me by the waste and tosses me unceremoniously up on top of the bed. He reaches for my silk pajama pants and instinctively I reach too. It’s a race to see who grabs the elastic band first. My desperate need to protect myself hastens my response and I just barely keep my pajamas up over my hips. I’m safe for now but he refuses to relinquish his grip.

  “It’s okay Jen.” H
e breathes into the nape of my neck giving me shivers up and down my spine.

  I so want this!

  “I can’t.” I whisper back over my shoulder.

  “I’ll close my eyes.” He promises.

  “But your fingers can still feel.” I admonish.

  “I’ve got gloves.” He replies.

  I have to laugh in spite of myself. They guy’s willing to close his eyes and don thick motorcycle gloves to protect my feelings. He’s either the most amazingly respectful guy or he’s the most desperately horny guy. I just haven’t figured out which he is.

  “Have you got one of those welding masks? And those really thick gloves they always wear?”

  “Actually we do!” He says enthusiastically.

  I can feel him getting off the bed.

  “Kidding!” I shout. “I’m kidding Blade. Just do it. I’ll be okay.”

  I feel him getting back on the bad and straddling me. I grit my teeth, take a deep breath and do my damnedest to chase away my past with present but I’m not sure it’s working. Then I feel the pressure of his excitement pressing against my bottom and I begin to lose myself in the moment. His mouth touches the sensitive back of my neck and I almost jump it feels so damn good. I arch my back and he responds, pressing his cock into the crack of my ass. He’s huge!

  Fingers hook into the elastic band that’s preserving my modesty. He hesitates, so I lift my hips just enough to make it easier for him to slip off my pajamas. I gasp involuntarily as the thin material slips down over my ass and to the middle of my thighs. Now for the painful moment of truth. But he stops there. He chooses not to expose my scars. He helps me keep my painful memory to myself to be revealed at my own choosing. I spread my legs as far as the thin material will let me praying it’s enough. It feels like the big end of a baseball bat pressing up against my kitty. I am so soaked he doesn’t even have to wait. He just shoves it home. I scream, moan, grunt, and shout in three languages; yeah he’s that big. He’s that good!

  Chapter Ten

  Breaking and Entering