Our Broken Pieces (The Pieces Series Book 1)

by M. E. Clayton

  “You’re letting me take control?” she asked, dubiously and not at all impressed.

  I smirked. “Fuck no.” Mystic didn’t like to be the aggressor. She liked to be the pawn. She like to be taken. There were only a few, rare times when we were younger that she had crept out of that role and had gone after me like a madwoman. But those times had been when she had been feeling insecure and she had needed to connect with me. Those were the times when she had been telling me she loved me without telling me she loved me.

  Another big difference between our previous relationship and this one now, we had been kids, living with our parents, trying to carve out time for each other. Now, as grown adults, there was no time limit on our time together. I had all night and fucking day, if I wanted, to explore every inch of skin and fuck every hole she had. My need for her still ran rampant, but there was no need for us to hurry anymore.

  Mystic stood before me and I waited her out until she started to discard her clothes. I stopped her before she could make any real progress. “Leave it on,” I instructed.

  “All of it?”

  I shook my head. “Take off your panties only.”

  Her eyes began to dilate the second she saw the same picture that was playing in my mind. She reached underneath her skirt and slowly pushed her panties down. Once they hit the floor, she stepped out of them, and kicked them aside.

  “Like that?”

  I nodded. “Now bend over and unbutton my jeans.” She went to get on her knees, but I stopped her. “I said bend over. I didn’t say get on your knees.”

  She did as she was told and bent over to undo my jeans. The second the top of her blouse billowed open, giving me an unobstructed view of her bra-encased tits, I reached up and ripped the fucker open.

  Mystic gasped before letting out a throaty moan. “Gage…”

  My patience had run out, so I pushed Mystic’s hands away and pushed down my pants my-damn-self. My cock was already hard and sprung free, slapping back against my abs.

  Looking up at her, I said, “Pull up your skirt and show me that pussy of yours, baby.” She immediately did as she was told, grabbing the sides of the fabric, and inching it upward. “Now come sit on my cock.”

  She placed a knee on either side of my thighs and lowered herself as I held my dick poised and ready for her to ride it. “Gage…” she moaned as soon as the head was in. My ego couldn’t help but inflate as I felt her wetness drip down my dick.

  Once she was seated, and her tits were in my face, I reached up and snapped the tiny scrap of fabric holding her tits together in half. The cups of her bra fell open and Mystic’s big, full tits were bared for me. I leaned in and took one into my mouth as my hands latched onto her hips, ready to take over.

  Mystic’s moans grew louder. “Oh, God…” I sucked on her tit hard enough to leave a bruise as she started riding my dick. “Yessss…please…”

  Her tit popped out of my mouth and I leaned back to watch. Mystic had her hands braced on the back of the couch and she used that leverage to bounce on my cock like a fucking pro. She looked so fucking hot taking my dick, with her skirt around her waist and her tits hanging out, I wanted nothing more than to take a picture of her like this and make it my goddamn screensaver.

  “Nothing feels better than your tight pussy, baby,” I grunted, no truer words have ever been spoken. I dug my fingers deeper into the flesh of her hips. “I’m going to fuck this cunt every fucking night.”

  “Gage, I’m going to cum…” she moaned, and I loved how she got off so easily. I loved how it didn’t take much to make her explode.

  With the grip I had on her hips, I threw her off my lap and shoved her face down on the couch cushions. With her pussy and ass presented to me, I slammed my dick deep into her cunt. Mystic screamed into the cushions as I railed her wet channel. Her bouncing on my cock had been great, but I’ve never been one to sit back and let her do all the work. I needed to be the one taking her pleasure, not the other way around.

  “Take that cock, baby,” I demanded through each thrust. “I know you like taking this fat cock up that sweet tasting pussy.”

  Mystic’s knuckles were bloodless, tightened around the soft cushions, and she let out a motherfuck of a scream as she clamped down on my dick. I rode her through her orgasm, and I didn’t stop until I unloaded deep in her pussy.

  When my cock finally softened, I pulled out and watched as my cum started leaking out of her body. Since that wouldn’t do, I reached out with my hand and rub that shit all over her swollen cunt and inner thighs. Mystic let out a soft groan before collapsing on the couch, and I knew it was time to head to the bedroom.

  After all, my dick still hadn’t felt the wetness of her mouth or the tightness of her ass yet.

  Chapter 35

  Mystic~

  My body ached, but it was a good kind of ache.

  After Gage had carried me to the bedroom, he had undressed us both, and then proceeded to make good on his promise to leave nothing on my body untouched. We had sex three more times before he let up, and now, we were in my kitchen getting a late-night snack.

  Gage set the chopped-up fruit on the kitchen counter between us. “How was your visit with your brother?”

  I couldn’t stop the smile on my face. “Good,” I replied. “I forget how much I miss him sometimes.”

  “And the rest of your family?”

  I grabbed an apple slice. “I don’t know. I don’t talk to them.” I tossed the apple slice in my mouth, buying some time to further explain.

  Gage grabbed a salted cucumber slice before asking, “Why not?”

  “I can’t find it in myself to forgive what they did to me back then,” I told him truthfully.

  Gage’s next words shocked me, as I couldn’t imagine he was a fan of my family. “They did what they did because they thought they were protecting you, Mystic.”

  I shook my head. “That’s not the unforgiveable part, Gage.”

  “It’s not?” I shook my head. “Then, what is?”

  I stuff a peach slice in my mouth, chewed, and swallowed before explaining, “I can’t forgive how they took Margot’s word over mine, Gage. Instead of coming to me and talking to me, and giving me a chance to explain, they went to her and bought her version of our relationship. By the time they called me into Mrs. Berny’s office, they already had their minds made up. You were an abuser and I was your victim. They made me feel awful about myself and the things I wanted.”

  “Look, baby, don’t take this the wrong way, because I hate your family with an unmeasurable passion. However, most people wouldn’t believe a teenager, no matter what.”

  “It didn’t stop there, Gage,” I replied. “For the next few months, my father was hateful, my mother was a crying mess, and Destiny treated me like a victim. No matter how many times I tried to tell them they misread the situation, they continued to believe Margot over me. Even when I tried to explain that Margot was just jealous because Chance didn’t care about her the way you cared about me, they still dismissed me as lying or not knowing what I was talking about.” I took a deep, exhausting breath. “I can forgive someone trying to protect me. But what I can’t forgive are people treating me like my thoughts and emotions have no value. As if they weren’t valid.”

  Gaged walked around the island and stepped in between the legs I opened for him. “So, you haven’t spoken to them in ten years?”

  “I stopped talking to them completely around my sophomore year in college. That’s what made Alaric drive down to my school and demand an explanation from me. He knew all about what happened, but he’d gotten my parents and Destiny’s version of events. He was the only person who cared enough to listen to my side and not judge my truth or accuse me of making shit up.”

  “Does he know we’re back together?”

  “Are we?” I asked. “Are we really, Gage?

  His head reared back, and he looked confused, but also mildly pissed off. “What? You don’t think we are?”


  “I don’t know,” I answered honestly. “I think the sex might be clouding everything else.”

  “Maybe for you,” he retorted. “But I know what I want, Mystic. And it’s what I’ve always wanted. You.”

  “So, then, we start dating and-” Gage’s dark laugh stopped me.

  He leaned down until I could see the different shades of blue in his eyes. “We’re not dating, Mystic. We aren’t two random people who met at bar one night and decided to see where this could go. Since I was fourteen-fucking-years-old, you are the only female I have ever wanted to be with. You are the only thing that matters in my life. Even when you weren’t in my life, you still were. You were everywhere I looked. You were everywhere I went. You were every fucking dollar I ever made.”

  “Gage…” I whispered.

  “And if you don’t think this thing between us is designed by fate, how in the fuck do you explain how we both ended up in Chicago? How do you explain finding yourself working for Lorcan and the fact that Lorcan just happened to become my best friend in college? What are the odds that we’d end up in the same place, together, ten years later, Mystic?”

  I didn’t have an answer for any of those questions. Each of us could have easily landed anywhere else in the country instead of Chicago. Not to mention, with ten years passed, both of us could have been married to someone else by now.

  Now, did I believe in his hint at fate playing a bigger part in our love story? Not really. I just didn’t have any answers to his questions. However, I still needed a clearer understanding of what we were doing.

  “Then what are we doing, Gage?”

  “Mystic, I plan on having a ring on your finger by the end of next week,” he stated rather matter of fact.

  My stomach flipped, but I couldn’t deny it sounded like everything I’ve wanted since I first met Gage. But just because we’ve reconnected didn’t mean it was a good idea. We were different people now. Ten years of different experiences, different direction in life…I wasn’t eighteen-year-old Mystic, anymore. And he wasn’t eighteen-year-old Gage.

  “Gage, it’s been ten years since we were last together,” I pointed out. “We’re not the same kids we were when we were dating. A lot has changed.”

  “Not as much as you think,” he bit out, frustration lacing each word. I knew he was upset that I wasn’t jumping onboard blindly, but this was too important to rush.

  I shook my head. “It hasn’t occurred to you that you might not like the woman I’ve grown into?” I asked. “You’re chasing after your high school sweetheart, Gage, and she no longer exists.”

  His blue eyes narrowed. “Maybe not, but do you know what does exist?”

  “What?”

  “How I feel about you,” he replied. “That never went away, no matter how badly I tried to force it. I’ve thought of you every day of my goddamn forsaken life, Mystic. Learning that you like onions on her burger now, when you didn’t before, is little shit that doesn’t matter.”

  “All of it matters, Gage.”

  His hands dug into my hips as he pressed his hard length against my core. Dressed in just a t-shirt, my body was open to him. The thin barrier of his boxer briefs was all that separated us. He looked pissed and his words were like dripping poison. “The only thing that matters is that you’re not going anywhere, Mystic. I told you Monday night you’d only get a choice in all this once, remember?” I was weak enough to let out a small whimper. “You don’t get a choice in this.”

  “I’m not saying I don’t want to be together, Gage. But marriage?”

  His hand found its way to the inside of my thighs and Gage had two fingers plunged into my body in a bid to fight dirty. He leaned in until his lips dance across my ear, and his growl vibrated throughout my entire body. “This pussy? This wet, sore cunt that’s wrapped around my fingers is mine, Mystic.” As to prove his point, the sounds of wet suctioning played in the room like a soundtrack to his words. “This pussy that can’t get enough of my cock, it’s mine.”

  I couldn’t stop my moan as I spread my legs wider. “Gage…”

  “I don’t care if you’re favorite color has changed or if you no longer like action movies. I only care that your body knows mine. I only care that your mind knows nothing by me. I only care that it’s my name carved across your heart.” He added another finger to the two and his thrusts started to become forceful and demanding. “The only thing I give a fuck about is that your soul recognizes mine, and knows its fucking place, Mystic.”

  Before I could respond, Gage’s fingers were gone, and his dick was being shoved into my body. “Gage!”

  His hands on my hips, he rammed into me until the barstool threatened to topple over. “This is your place, Mystic,” he hissed. “On my fucking cock is where you should be every fucking day. And if I have to drag you by your motherfucking hair to the courthouse next week to make that happen, that’s what I’m going to fucking do!”

  My arms wrapped around his neck and I held on as my release shook everything in me. Gage’s need for me has always been my strongest weakness and hearing him threaten to drag me to the alter was enough to send me off. “Oh, God…”

  Fingertips grabbed my face and Gage squeezed until my eyes popped open from the pain. He looked feral, and beautiful. His dick still hard in my body as I trembled around him, he said, “You’re right. We’re not the same kids we were before. The kid I was back then let you walk away. The man I am now will fucking kill you before I ever let you leave me.”

  I came again because his words were everything that was wrong with me.

  A small part of me also believed him.

  Chapter 36

  Gage~

  The entire way over, I told myself that I had legitimate business at CI. We had several joint projects together, and even if we didn’t, Lorcan was my best friend. It was entirely reasonable to stop by.

  It was a lie, of course.

  Mystic had insisted on coming to work again, after only a few hours of sleep, and I could admit I was still disturbed by her non-answer about getting married next week. After I fucked her on the barstool, our snacks forgotten, I had carried her back into the bedroom where I didn’t let up until she passed out, used, and covered in my filth. This morning’s shower had been a quick fuck because, while I knew she needed to shower for work, I wanted her pussy to still smell like me, the sick fuck that I was.

  Since the receptionist knew who I was, she wasted no time in directing me towards Mystic’s office, but when I got there, the lights were off, and things looked quiet. I glanced at my watch and saw that it was too early for lunch.

  I pulled my phone out to call her when Reagan Contreras’ voice hit my ears. “Mr. Evans,” she sing-songed. “How have you been?”

  I only knew Reagan professionally, but she’s been at CI long enough and has worked on a couple of joint projects of ours, that we’ve chatted before. “Ms. Contreras,” I acknowledged.

  She smiled. “I’ve told you before, Mr. Evans. Please, feel free to call me Reagan.”

  Nah. Don’t think so.

  While I didn’t have an issue with the woman, it was obvious to anyone with eyes that she wanted to bounce on Lorcan’s dick. Anytime he was near, she went full seductress mode. I didn’t need to get pulled into that bullshit, even if Lorcan didn’t fuck his employees. Ever.

  Before I could comment, she continued, “Are you looking for Mystic?”

  “As a matter of fact, I am,” I replied. “She’s working on a joint project with one of my project assistants, David Booker.”

  Reagan tittered-legit tittered-and I wondered how Lorcan could stand it. “Oh, yeah…them two,” she murmured, grinning like a snake.

  I arched a brow. “Them two?”

  She slapped a hand in the air, as if the topic were of no consequence. “Yeah,” she giggled, annoying the shit out of me. “I think there’s love in the air.”

  My entire body froze with her implication. My blood ran cold, and my mind was saying there was no
way that Reagan just said what she said. “What?”

  Her eyes widened. “Oh, no, no,” she stammered. “I’m sure the project will come off perfectly, Mr. Evans. It’s just…”

  “It’s just what?” Did this woman know I will fucking kill her?

  “Well…I mean…” She looked around to ensure no one else could hear before she continued. “I…well, I almost went to Mr. Cavanaugh to discuss their professionalism. It was like instant attraction or something. From day one, they’ve been giddy and all over each other. I just…well…you know, right?”

  A part of me told me she was lying, but to what end? I knew she was pissed about being demoted and that she didn’t like Mystic, but Reagan didn’t know about me and Mystic. What did she get out of telling me Mystic was messing around with David? Was she trying to sabotage her professionally, or was she telling the truth? Reagan had to know it wouldn’t end well for her if it came out that she was lying and besmirching Mystic and David’s professional reputations.

  And then, from that dark place where doubt and resentment still lingered, a voice echoed out reminding me that Mystic hadn’t jumped at the chance to marry me last night. Instead, she had voiced her concerns and doubts, trying to by some time.

  “Do you know where they are now?”

  Reagan’s smile was slick with insinuation. “They never work in her office when he stops by,” she informed me. “They have a small, private room that’s assigned for just them.”

  It took everything in me not to show every ounce of rage I was feeling. “Where is it?”

  “I can walk you,” she offered, and I was too enraged to decline. Getting to Mystic was more important than distancing myself from Reagan Contreras.

  She led me down a corridor of small meeting rooms that were nowhere near the size of CI’s conference rooms until we stopped in front of a door that was decorated with a placard that read ‘Baltic Room’.