Broken Fairytale

by Nikola Jensen

  “Connor left me tonight,” I say. Bollocks, why the hell did I just confess to that, I wasn’t going to say anything?

  “He left you…what do you mean he left you?” Declan asks sounding shocked.

  “As in, we split up and he’s going up North for a month,” I reply squirting a huge glob of coconut shower gel into my hands and rubbing it all over my body. I hate the smell of vomit, it’s disgusting.

  “How do you feel about that Iz?” he asks me and I can hear the tension and maybe even some hope in his voice.

  “Umm it’s for the best I guess, he would never have my whole heart Declan, it’s not mine to give away anymore.” Oh bloody hell, have I been drinking fucking truth serum? What’s wrong with me? I hear rustling and I wonder what he’s doing.

  “Declan!” I scream, as I try to cover myself up with my hands. A very naked Declan is right now stepping into the shower. “Shit…Declan get out,” I shout at him.

  “No way baby. No. Fucking. Way,” he exhales loudly, and the next minute he has me plastered up against the shower wall boxed in by his arms, a palm on either side of my face, his tongue trying to gain access to my mouth.

  My head’s all over the place, but I automatically sink into him, I can’t stop myself. My body is literally buzzing and I feel myself wanting this more than anything. The only thing holding me up is one of his legs between mine. I let him in and his tongue immediately starts exploring my mouth. I frantically kiss him back, my tongue wrestling with his. I can’t get enough of him. I want to crawl inside him and never come out. Actually no, I want him to get inside me. Like right now.

  One of his hands grabs my face whilst his other hand slides down my front, slippery in the water. Sliding across and palming my breast as he trails kisses across my jaw, moving down my neck, slightly licking and sucking on my collarbone.

  “Fuck Izzy….” he growls at me.

  “Yes please Declan,” I moan back, feeling his smile against my breast. A throbbing ache starts to build between my legs and I press down on his hard thigh, moving involuntarily to try and satisfy it.

  “That’s it babe, just let go,” he groans, as his teeth gently bite my nipple, before his tongue soothes the bite away. His other hand trails down to help me fall over that aching edge. His thumb pressing down while he sinks first one finger, then a second into me. I clench around them feeling myself letting go, as the pressure quickly builds. Just as I get there I launch myself at him wrapping my arms around his neck as I bite down on his shoulder, still I hear myself screaming his name out.

  “Fuck Izzy,” Declan pants in a low and husky voice. “Hold on to me beautiful.” He lets go, but is still supporting me with his leg. Reaching to the side of the bath he picks up a condom and rolls it on; immediately surging into me. “Bloody hell, you feel so fucking good Izzy,” he shouts.

  For about one second I wonder where the hell he got that condom from, but then all coherent thoughts disappears. He has me up against the wall and I can’t get enough of him. I’m biting, licking and kissing while Declan’s impaling me hard and fast; as if he can’t get deep enough. “So…fucking….hot Izzy,” he breathes as he pounds into me making my head knock back onto the tiles. Strangely though, it doesn’t hurt, if anything this raw lust and complete loss of control gets me even more excitable. His mouth closes around my breast and he sucks my nipple into his mouth biting me hard as his other hand squeezes my arse while his thrusts get harder and deeper.

  “Declan…” I yell out, as I come more violently than ever before. Declan follows closely, groaning my name as he tucks his face into my neck latching on with another bite. My guy’s a biter, and I love it. I feel like jelly and I swear, if Declan lets go of me, I’ll melt into a puddle and slide down the drain.

  The water suddenly feels icy cold. “Eeek Declan the water,” I scream like a girl.

  “Fuck that’s cold,” he yells and helps me out of the shower, wrapping us each in a bath towel. He takes my hand and quickly drags me into my room and literally pushes me under the covers where he joins me, wrapping me up in his arms. As I snuggle into his warm broad chest I’m so content but kind of freaked out at the same time. Actually, as I realise what just happened I start to feel like a bit of a slag too. Thinking about it; who goes and sleeps with someone else less than a day after calling it quits on another possible relationship? That would be me I guess. Circumstances aside though, I think this was probably still going to happen. At least I’m not a cheater in the official sense of the word. Although that doesn’t make me feel any better, I know it’s Declan for me, it has been since day one, whether he feels the same…who knows. But I’m going to guess he feels something because what we just did, well it was pure raw emotion.

  Declan’s stroking my hair, running his fingers through it, combing the knots out with his fingers. My breathing relaxes and I start drawing circles in his light sprinkling of chest hair.

  “I love this,” I say as I gently tug at the hairs.

  I feel the rumble of his words and laugh. “Good to know sweetheart.”

  I follow it down his hard chest then run my fingers across that luscious six pack that makes me want to lick it every time I see it. Instead, I lick the swirly end of his tattoo and feel his heart rate pick up. My fingers decide on a path of their own and follow the happy trail down where I can already feel the effect of what I’m doing to him. I slowly slide my head down to join my fingers as I wrap my hand around him and let my tongue join in. There’s nothing more empowering in bed, than feeling and hearing what this does to him. I can actually feel him growing impossibly larger and harder in my hand and it’s making me want him like crazy.

  “Izzy, you don’t have to…” I can hear the desire in his voice so I know I absolutely do have to, but I know I also want to. I take him deep into my mouth and think I might just come myself because the groans he’s making spur me on and I too, feel pretty bloody amazing right now.

  “Izzy you’ve got to stop,” he groans, trying to pull me up. I don’t want to stop, I keep going, teasing him and I know any minute now he will drop off that edge.

  “Izzy…Fuck….” he growls as he releases into my mouth. I pull away from him, kissing my way up and slowly snuggle back in his arms. His wraps them around me all protectively as he kisses the top of my head.

  “Sweetheart that was fucking fantastic,” he grins as he lifts me up and spins me onto my back so we’re face to face and he ends up lying on top of me. “Perfect Izzy, you’re bloody perfect.” He kisses my nose and I smile. I’m really not but he doesn’t need to know this yet, this moment is way too precious to ruin or spoil with the truth. Declan looks deep into my eyes as his tongue parts my lips in a deep kiss. I squirm under him still wound tight from before.

  “Yeah I know what you want babe and I’m going to give it to you, hang on.” He starts kissing and licking a trail down, paying attention to every inch of me, teasing me and leaving me completely ready for him as he nudges my legs apart with his broad shoulders. He picks up my legs and moves them over each shoulder, grabbing my arse with his hands.

  “So ready for me aren’t you Izzy,” he groans as he runs the flat of his tongue up and over me. I already want to scream, the way he shows me how much he wants me, how much he enjoys me and how I taste. My whole body is wound tight and I’m going crazy, wanting that moment of pure free falling dizziness.

  “My perfect Izzy,” he smiles up at me as I feel his tongue lick me with a hunger I don’t really understand. It doesn’t take long for me, between his tongue and his fingers he soon makes me scream his name in passion as I feel myself falling. I’m light-headed and start to shake. He moves back up and kisses me deeply, cradling my head in his large hands which are way too sexy; because the things these hands can do is beyond amazing. When I open my eyes I see him smiling at me.

  “Do you know how crazy you’ve been driving me since the day we met Izzy?” he whispers to me, stroking my hair. “I’ve wanted to do this to you since pretty much d
ay one, since we first met.” His voice holds so much passion and sounds deeply emotional. He almost sounds relieved. And I hear the words and I feel them too but how the hell do I process them. It’s what I’ve wanted to hear, to confirm it’s not just me, feeling this intense connection. Every word he just said repeats over and over in my head and I feel them touching me in all the right places, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. I know he really must think this but I also know as soon as we leave this room, everything on the other side will be too big, too complicated. What we have right here, right now, in my room will be overshadowed by everything. I wish we could stay here forever.

  “I feel it too Declan,” is all I say, feeling overwhelmed, my emotion so intense I know he hears it in my voice. He shifts us onto our sides so we lie facing each other. Raining kisses all over my face, his hand starts to slowly stroke my back, covering every bit of my skin. I realize the minute he feels it and I freeze as my insides tie up in knots. My stomach drops; I can’t believe I forgot. This moment made me drop my guard and forget. He looks at me questioningly and tries to turn me onto my front.

  “Don’t Declan, just don’t,” I whisper, scared of his reaction and having to face an explanation.

  “What is that Izzy, let me have a look,” he demands angrily as he tries to turn me over again.

  “No please don’t, just don’t….it’s nothing,” I cry out in shame, closing my eyes from having to face him. I’m amazed it took him so long to come across them, but then that first time it was dark and I was pretty much on my back. But then I realize that there may be no way of Declan not seeing it now and understanding what it is.

  “Izzy turn over for me sweetheart, this is important. Please,” he whispers soothingly against my hair. I shake my head, closing my eyes chewing on my lip because I’m not ready for him to know. I want to go asleep dreaming of what Declan and I just had rather than dreaming of the day I had to show Declan my scars. He kisses me gently making me release my lip, licking where I’ve bitten through, before languidly kissing me until I forget. We roll over but Declan’s too quick for me and as he rolls, he somehow ends up sitting half off, half on me; with me laying on my front. I bury my head into the pillow and clench my hands underneath me. I know what’s coming. I’m shaking and the silent tears start to fall. I feel his finger trace the shape of one scar after the other, until he’s felt all three. The silence is deafening. I’m waiting for him to say something, anything because I can’t. The rushing white noise in my ears is getting overwhelming.

  “Izzy, tell me sweetheart, are they what I think they are?” I hear his voice break as he continues to trace them. “Please tell me they’re not, that it’s my fucking crazy imagination, because, if they are, I’m gonna kill the motherfucker who did this to you.” He’s enraged, fuming even. The tone of his voice makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I can literally feel his eyes and fingers scanning me till he gets to my lower back. That’s it, the last scar I ever got from my past…he’s found it.

  “Jesus Izzy. What the fuck?” I’ve never heard Declan like this before and it scares me, the tension could be cut with a knife and my shaking starts to get out of control.

  “Get off me Declan…GET OF ME NOW,” I scream trying to buck him off me.

  “Sshh sweetheart. Shit I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to scare you,” he says, as he rolls on to his side again, pulling me over so he can see my face. He cups the side of my face in his big hand stroking his thumb across my cheekbone.

  “Is it Izzy?” he asks me gently.

  “Is it what Declan?” I ask defiantly, getting pissed off, which is kind of odd as a minute ago I was scared.

  “Did someone do that to you?”

  “Well I’m hardly likely to do it to myself am I?” I shout back at him, immediately regretting my words.

  “Izzy for fucks sake calm down. I’ve just discovered that the girl I’m falling in love with has three dodgy scars on her shoulder blade that can only have come from something that should be smoked and not be anywhere near there. But not only that, she’s got a fucking burn scar on her lower back too.” His eyes are intensely burning into mine as my shaking stops. He’s falling in love with me, that’s all I hear…he’s falling in love with me. The butterflies, the tingles and every single hair on my neck stands to attention. My heart overflows with emotion. I know I’m already pretty much there, falling in love with him that is, but I had no idea that he was getting there too.

  “What?” he smiles at me. “You didn’t realise how much you’ve come to mean to me? I am Izzy, falling in love with you,” he smiles at me. “Which is why I tried to stay away, because I don’t do love, never have, but you make me want to try.”

  I’m pretty sure I have a massive stupid look on my face because I can’t believe that this gorgeous amazing man is falling in love with me. I want to laugh, cry, shout, maybe even do a tap dance. Actually no, but the way I’m feeling now; nothing would surprise me. I reach my hand over to touch him; I want to make sure this moment is real, that something amazing actually just came out of something ugly.

  “No, Declan, I didn’t. I really didn’t. I…I feel the same Declan. You wanting to try this with me, I have no words.” My smile is plastered all over my face. It’s involuntary, it comes straight from my heart.

  His cocky half smile melts me until it suddenly falls from his face, replaced by a serious frown. “But you need to tell me Izzy. You need to tell me why you have three perfectly round fucking burn marks on your shoulder.”

  “Not now Declan, please not now, later…I’m not ready to tell you yet,” I plead for him to drop it and it looks as if it’s working as he goes silent studying my face with those warm dark eyes of his.

  “Okay sweetheart. Okay…I’ll drop it for now but we’re going there soon, because I need to fucking know okay.”

  Kissing my lips so gently I can’t help but nod my head, “Okay.”

  “Okay,” he breathes so close to my mouth I get chills even though his warm breath is hot as he kisses me again.

  “Now let’s try and get some sleep shall we, I think we’ve got about three hours left before the fucking birds start,” he says as he covers us over with my duvet and turns me so my back is up against his front. He places a lingering kiss on each scar as he presses against me with a protective arm around me, leaving one hand against my heart. As I fall asleep, I feel safe yet the tears still quietly fall as soon as I hear his gentle sleeping breath.

  Chapter Twelve

  Something’s ringing...it’s my phone…where’s my phone? I fumble around and my eyes spring open when I feel a hard body in my bed. As I see Declan next to me fast asleep, everything from last night comes flooding back and I can feel the silly grin on my face. The phone starts ringing again and I quickly scoot off the bottom of the bed to grab it. Realizing I’m naked I quickly slide on some knickers and put on Declan’s t-shirt which has his own brand of that manly smell that I love. Declan mixed with that fresh water scent.

  I hit the pick up on my mobile. “Hello?”

  “Open your sodding door you lazy cow.”

  “Oh my God…Sofia.”

  How could I forget she’d be arriving today? “Coming my love,” I reply as I bound down the stairs and fling myself at the door. I’ve barely opened it before Sofia throws herself at me. I stumble back feeling slightly awkward as I’m wearing barely any clothes.

  “Oh wow Izzy I’m so bloody happy to see you.” Sofia grabs my face and gives me a sloppy kiss. “Umm what are you wearing…or should I say who are you wearing?” She grins at me with a wink. I have a stupid grin on my face because my gorgeous friend is back and she looks happy. I was not expecting that.

  “Oh I’ve been so worried about you Sofia, never mind who’s in my bed right now,” I wink back at her.

  “Where’s your room, I need to sneak a peek.” She bounces up the stairs with me following close behind. I point into my room where Declan’s still asleep. He’s lying on his back his ar
ms splayed at his sides with the duvet tangled between his long muscular legs. He looks amazingly hot with his olive skin against the white sheets. I feel my insides tighten and all I want to do is pounce on him.

  “Bloody hell Izzy, he’s fucking gorgeous,” she stutters in surprise. I look at her and see her mouth is hanging open as she blatantly stares at Declan.

  “Close your mouth girlie or you’ll catch flies,” I laugh at her reaction, because mine is the same every time I see him, so who can really blame her. I close the door so we don’t wake him up as we walk back downstairs.

  “So…umm what happened with Taylor?” Yeah, I had to bring up the pink elephant in the room, otherwise it’ll hang around and it’ll get awkward. I put on the kettle for some much needed coffee.

  “Is it too early for a drink?” Sofia sighs as she snoops around the kitchen opening cupboards and looking into the containers on the kitchen counter.

  “One more hour and we can go down the pub, you’ll just have to put up with coffee for now,” I say sitting down at the kitchen table with my coffee. Sofia sits down opposite me laying her head down with a thud on the table.

  “Six years Izzy. I gave him six bloody years of my life. Urgh, I’m still so pissed off,” she sighs heavily. Yeah she looks it, I’m surprised though that she doesn’t seem sad but then maybe she’s moved past the sadness onto the angry stage.

  “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you my lovely, I really am. But you haven’t told me what happened and why you’re back so early.”

  Sofia looks at me as her eyes well up. “I caught Taylor with someone else Izzy, some skanky bitch was on her fucking knees blowing him off and I walked in on that.” She throws her hands up in the air dramatically.

  I know I shouldn’t smile but I can’t help it, I love Sofia, truly she’s like my sister, and I love her foul mouth even more, she says it as it is and I love her for it. “I’m so sorry Sof, but I just don’t get it. Why would he do that to you?” I ask, still very confused.