Fall To Pieces: Broken #2 (The Broken Series)

by Walsh, Chloe

  I had imagined Kyle’s father’s wife to be, well, to phrase it bluntly, a bitch.

  But Anna Henderson had kind eyes, and a warm smile.

  “David, come here and meet Lee,” Anna said, waving her husband over.

  I watched Kyle’s father watch me, as he slowly prowled towards us.

  David Henderson was every inch the spitting image of Kyle, with the exception of slightly less muscles and a few gray hairs sprinkled on his dark head.

  His sharp blue eyes- identical to his eldest son-scrutinized every inch of me, before resting on my swollen belly.

  He raised his brow at Mike in disgust, and tutted.

  “Please, tell me that’s not yours?” he asked, his voice laced with contempt.

  I immediately stiffened and stepped away from the tall, intimidating man. I wrapped my arms around myself, protectively.

  “David,” Anna chided, clearly shocked at her husband’s lack of subtlety.

  “Shut up, dad,” Mike said defensively, coming to stand beside me. “It’s none of your business.”

  David gazed at me with a look of disdain in his eyes.

  “What’s your game, little girl?” he asked me, as he pulled out his wallet. “How much will it cost me, to make you disappear?”

  I gaped at Mike and Kyle’s father, as he held several hundred dollar bills out for me.

  “Oh, my god,” I gasped, appalled, and quite frankly, dazed.

  “Jesus Christ, dad, put it away. It’s Kyle’s baby,” Mike shouted.

  Anna was gone speechless.

  So was I.

  “That fucking idiot,” David muttered, shoving his money back into his wallet. “He has his own money to get shot of her.”

  I grabbed my coat off the back of the couch, and hurried towards the door.

  “Lee, wait, I’m sorry about him,” Mike apologized, rushing after me.

  I held my hand out, warning him off. “It’s okay, Mike, honestly. I’m going to go. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

  I didn’t wait for his response, before closing out the door of his apartment, in a state of complete and utter disgust.

  *****

  Kyle

  I paced the length and breadth of my office, holding my phone away from my ear, while Linda sat in a chair with an amused expression.

  “Rachel.”

  I spoke in a firm voice, as I tried to get her to shut the fuck up for a second, so I could speak. “Just listen to me, will you?”

  “No, you don’t understand, Kyle. I love you, I do. I need to be with you. We need to be together,” she wailed, continuing with her incessant bullshit.

  I rolled my eyes, and shrugged off my tie.

  “Listen to me,” I ordered, putting the phone to my ear. “You need to get it into your head, we are not together.”

  I heard her sobbing on the other line, and shuddered.

  “Please Kyle; I’m sorry for lying to you about the baby. I am. It was wrong, but I love you, let me fix this. I will do anything to be with you. Anything.”

  Jesus Christ. I was losing my patience, fast.

  “There is nothing to fix, Rachel, I think you need to see someone. Seriously, I’m starting to worry.”

  “See,” she sniffed. “You’re worried about me; that has to show you that you still care about me.”

  I shook my head.

  “I’m worried about Lee. I care about the fact, that I think you’re having a breakdown, and your behavior is affecting the mother of my child. All of this craziness isn’t good for her. You need to back off.”

  “Ah,” she screamed, and I had to pull the phone back from my ear.

  “Her. It’s always about your little princess,” she spat. “If she wasn’t pregnant, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

  “Rachel,” I growled. “I am not having this conversation anymore. It is over. I do not want to be with you. Do you understand me? I do not want you.”

  “How do know the baby is even yours?” she shot back angrily. “That hick, is awfully friendly with your brother, you know?”

  “It’s my baby,” I seethed, running out of patience. “Lee is not a whore, like some people I know.”

  “She doesn’t want you,” Rachel urged. “She told me herself, she can’t stand you, she hates your guts.”

  “Get help, Rachel. Go and get yourself some treatment, and keep away from Lee.”

  I hung up and threw my phone at the wall.

  Dropping into my chair, I propped my elbows on my desk and ran my hand through my hair roughly.

  “She’s fucking crazy,” I said to Linda, who was sitting across from me. “Insane.”

  “Do you think you should phone the police?” Linda asked, patting my arm.

  I scrunched my brow in disgust.

  “And say what, my big, bad, ex-girlfriend is scaring me?” I shook my head. “They’d laugh their asses off.”

  “I don’t know, Kyle,” Linda said as she leaned back in her chair. “I feel this has gone too far. She needs to be dealt with.”

  “I’m handling it,” I muttered.

  There was a knock on my office door, and I threw my hands up in frustration.

  “Oh, fucking great,” I hissed. “What next?”

  The door opened, and in walked the other pain in my ass.

  “What the hell do you want?” I demanded, as I glared at the tall, dark haired man in front of me, whose blue eyes were boring into mine.

  “I’ll leave you two at it,” Linda muttered, as she excused herself from the room.

  “You looked a little stressed out, son,” David Henderson said, as he sat in the chair Linda had vacated. “Care to offload?”

  “Don’t call me ‘son,’” I growled. “And no, there isn’t a damn thing in my life, that I’d care to share with you.”

  David smiled stiffly, unbuttoning his suit jacket.

  “I figured you’d say that,” he mused, crossing his legs at the knee. “But, bearing in mind the pregnant teenager I just met at Michael’s apartment, it would be fair to assume that you’ve offloaded more than just your problems, into her.”

  I stiffened. “What did you say?”

  What the fuck was she doing at Mike’s place?

  David straightened in his seat.

  “Look, Kyle, I know we haven’t seen eye to eye, over the years…”

  “Damn straight, we haven’t. Whose fucking fault is that, I wonder?” I demanded.

  I was angry and fucking hurt that he was trying to play the daddy card on me. He had never been any type of a father to me.

  In my twenty three years on this earth, David Henderson had been nothing but a disappointment to me.

  And backtracking to his previous statement; why the hell, was Lee at Mike’s place?

  “Just hear me out before you jump in, all guns blazing, will you?”

  I nodded stiffly, holding my tongue, as my father continued.

  “I may not have been the world’s best father to you.”

  I snorted, causing David to raise his brow.

  Sighing heavily, I nodded my head, indicating for him to continue.

  “I made a lot of mistakes with you, and for that, I’m sorry.”

  There must have been some peculiar, fucking funny-dust, zapping around the airwaves. First Rachel, now my father…What the hell was happening around here?

  I had never heard David Henderson utter the word ‘sorry,’ in the eleven years I’d known him.

  “But?” I urged, knowing full well he was up to something.

  I knew he had a motive for this spurious heart to heart.

  David sighed deeply, his expression sympathetic.

  “Michael told me about your situation, and son, if I was to give you any advice in your life, it would be this...”

  Leaning forward, he splayed his hands on my desk and looked me dead in the eye.

  “Take the girl to a clinic, or send her home to her family. Let them deal with her. One error of judgment shouldn’t d
etermine your future.

  “You might think you love the girl, and maybe you do, she is an attractive little thing. I can imagine that’s why you’re so caught up with her. But you are young; you have your entire future ahead of you. What you feel now, you won’t always. Kyle, do not let, some adolescent infatuation with that girl, destroy your life.”

  *****

  Lee

  My shock had turned into pure outrage, by the time I made it home.

  I was freezing cold, and my coat was damp from a combination of the shower of rain I’d gotten caught in, and sweat.

  Slamming the front door, I stormed into the kitchen and threw my coat at the table. It slid onto the floor, and I didn’t bother to pick it up.

  I was hopping mad.

  Opening the refrigerator, I grabbed the milk and drank straight from the carton, totally backwashing in the process.

  My mind was fixated on Kyle’s despicable father and the wad of money he’d held out for me, at Mike’s apartment.

  “How much will it cost me, to make you to disappear?”

  “How dare he?” I screamed, slamming the carton of milk on the counter, as I tore off my hat and gloves, casting them aside to join my coat on the floor.

  I kicked off one of my converse, which narrowly missed Bruno, who darted out of the room quickly.

  “Sorry Bruno,” I grunted, as I bent down to loosen the lace on my other shoe.

  “Calm down, Cruella,” Derek joked from the kitchen doorway.

  I swung my face around to glare at him.

  “Don’t,” I warned. “For once in your life, do not make a joke.”

  Derek held his hand up innocently. “Jeez, what’s gotten your panties in a twist?”

  The front door slammed at that moment, and Kyle strode into the kitchen.

  “I want a word with you,” he growled, marching towards me.

  “You,” I screamed, as I pulled my shoe off and threw it at him.

  Pregnancy must have made my aim more accurate, because my wet converse smacked Kyle straight on the head.

  “What the hell, Lee?” Kyle accused, rubbing his head. “Are you gone fucking crazy?”

  I had no idea why I was so angry with Kyle, but at that moment, he seemed like a culpable target in my momentary rage.

  His sexist behavior when I asked for my job back, roared to the surface.

  “Don’t call me crazy, you jackass. You’re the one with the crazy family,” I shot back, furious.

  “And you’re the one who seems awfully fond of my crazy fucking family,” he retorted. “What the hell were you doing at Mike’s place today?”

  Kyle stepped towards me and I grabbed the carton of milk and tossed it over his shirt.

  Yep, I was feeling better already.

  Reaching behind me for something to throw, my hands found the fruit bowl on the counter.

  This will do, I thought as I launched apple, after apple at Kyle’s head.

  I hit my target twice, before Kyle decided to duck, and an apple I had intended for him, went wildly off target, socking Derek directly in the balls.

  Derek fell to his knees, his face red and contorted in pain.

  “You two are both fucking crazy,” he muttered, holding himself. “Grade A lunatics,” he growled.

  Climbing to his feet, he staggered out of the room, clutching his injured area.

  Kyle and I both glared at each other for a moment, before bursting out laughing at the sight of Derek hobbling down the hall.

  I quickly masked my features and resumed my glaring.

  Sighing heavily, Kyle pulled his shirt over his head, and tossed it on the floor, before grabbing a towel.

  “You wanna tell me what that was in aid of?” he asked, as he stood in front of me, wiping milk off his bare chest.

  Oh god…

  “I…I…What?” I asked, unable to keep my eyes from straying to his rock hard abs.

  Kyle chuckled. “My face is up here, princess.”

  I reddened, and reluctantly tore my gaze away from his eye candy, naked torso.

  “Shut up, Kyle.”

  Kyle tossed the towel on the floor, and stalked towards me.

  I backed up until I felt the cold frame of the counter against my back.

  “Make me,” he challenged, in a husky tone.

  Bending slightly, he grabbed my thighs and hoisted me up. Sitting me on the kitchen countertop, he dragged my body towards him, and pressed himself, roughly, between my legs.

  I could feel his erection, hard and pulsing, probing my wetness. And I was wet. I was so incredibly aroused.

  My heart hammered in my chest as I stared into the lusty depth of Kyle’s blue eyes.

  “You won’t marry me,” he growled. “And now you’re throwing fruit at my fucking head, and telling me to shut up? Why don’t you try and make me, baby?” he taunted, grinding his hips, erotically, against my aching core.

  I ran my hands up his bare chest, feeling every dip, grove and muscle on his perfect, sexy body.

  “You didn’t ask me nicely enough,” I retorted.

  Grabbing his hair, I yanked it roughly, jerking his mouth down to mine.

  Swiping my tongue across his mouth, I dragged his lip roughly between my teeth and tugged, hard.

  Kyle growled, and I lost all grasp I had on my self-control.

  Tearing off my shirt, Kyle quickly went to work on the clasp of my bra, undoing it with a proficiency that should have worried me. It didn’t.

  His mouth found my rigid nipples and I was too aroused to feel anything, but the drowning pleasure of his tongue on my skin.

  “You want me to repeat the question, baby?” he breathed.

  Reaching for the buckle of Kyle’s belt, I quickly undid his pants, before slipping my hand inside his boxers.

  His erection fell heavily into my palm, huge, hard, and throbbing.

  “Not yet,” I moaned. “Not…ready.”

  Kyle groaned against my breast; thrusting himself into my hand, as I stroked his impressive length.

  “Baby, fuck…” he hissed, claiming my mouth, kissing me deeply, as I worked him over with my hand.

  I could feel his balls tighten, his cock jerked. I knew he was close, and that thought alone drove me wild.

  Quickening my pace on his shaft, I slipped my other hand into his pants and cupped his balls, massaging them slowly, reveling in my domination of this powerful, beautiful man.

  Kyle trembled, his back bowed, his hips thrust forward as the first signs of his orgasm spilled from his cock in a hot flood of cum. I pumped him, until his body sagged and he buried his face in the crook of my neck, panting heavily.

  “Baby,” he groaned. “That…was…I’m…I’m…”

  “Scarred for life?”

  My head jerked in the direction of the kitchen door, and I screamed, while scrambling to cover myself up.

  “Jesus, Cam, fuck off, will you?” Kyle growled, wrapping his arms around me, covering my bare breasts with his chest.

  “Good to see, you two have come to your senses,” she said. “But for future reference, you might want to take it somewhere, other than the place we have to eat.”

  She shook her head as she trailed out of the room, closing the door behind her.

  “Hmm, princess, that was fucking unbelievable,” Kyle whispered, as he trailed kisses up my neck.

  “I’m worried,” I confessed, tucking into his chest.

  “About Cam?” Kyle asked, tipping my chin up.

  I nodded, biting on my lip.

  Kyle smiled sadly, and then his face turned serious.

  “What?” I asked in alarm.

  Kyle stroked my cheek, as he leaned his forehead against mine.

  “Come upstairs with me?” he whispered.

  “I…”

  My voice trailed off, as my brain franticly tried to dissuade me, claiming it was too fast.

  I told my brain to shut the hell up.

  I couldn’t deny this…intensity, this connect
ion I had with Kyle any longer.

  My heart was calling the shots now, and my heart was screaming, yes.

  “I don’t want to fight anymore, baby,” he whispered. “I want to be with you, bury myself inside of me.”

  “Okay,” I breathed.

  Kyle grinned.

  Picking up my shirt, he slipped it over my head, covering my nudity, before lifting me down.

  “I’m crazy about you. You know that, don’t you?”

  I nodded, taking Kyle’s outstretched hand, as he led me upstairs.

  *****

  Kyle led me into his room, removing our clothes as we went. By the time we made his bed, we were both naked.

  There was a lot of fumbling because of my big belly.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured as he sat me on his bed and trailed kisses over my stomach, up to my breasts. His tongue was driving me insane with want, and I couldn’t take anymore teasing.

  Pushing at his shoulders, I pressed him down on the bed and straddled him.

  “Go slow, baby,” he whispered, concern in his eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  I nodded eagerly, as he held his erection and slowly pushed every hard, thick inch inside me, filling me to the brink. He was so big.

  “I feel so full,” I whimpered, sinking down on him. Placing my hands on his rock hard chest, I rocked my hips.

  Oh, the feeling was incredibly. So intense…

  “Fuck,” he moaned, his teeth clamping down on his bottom lip as he ground upwards. “You’re so tight, so fucking tight.”

  I cried out, it seemed the only thing I could do. He was stretching me too thin.

  “Are you okay, baby. Is this okay?”

  I nodded. “Yes, perfect. Don’t stop. I won’t break.”

  The lazy, upward, thrust of his hips excited me, thrilled me.

  My core thrummed to the rhythm of his throbbing cock. I felt myself rising, building.

  I knew I was close, could taste the sweetness impending on me.

  I slammed my hips downwards, spreading my thighs as far apart as I could, urging him. “Harder. Please.”

  He grasped my hips, and taking control of our rhythm, he quickened the pace, sliding into me with hard, fast thrusts.