Shattered Souls (To Love and Serve Book 1)

by Alison Mello

“Nah we got your back, bro.” Knox holds his fist out, and despite Lucas’ slight nerdy side he holds up his, and fist bumps with Knox. It almost looks funny coming from him. He’s a nice guy and all, but he’s into social work or something like that. Nothing rough like Knox and I. I’m even willing to bet Chloe totally wears the pants in their relationship.

  The girls are funny as hell every time one of them takes a shot. They strut their stuff, bend over the table further than they need to, or do anything else they can think of to try and distract us. It’s now Lexi’s turn and she has the pool stick behind her back trying to take a fancy shot with her back arched and her perky breasts on display. She takes the shot and misses. I burst into laughter and she narrows her eyes at me as she approaches. “What’s so funny?”

  “You putting those pretty tits on display for me and you missed your shot.” I look down into her low cut shirt. “A shot you could have easily made had you not been showing off, but it’s all good because when we get home I’m going to have some fun with you.”

  She narrows her eyes further. “Is that so?”

  “It is.” I grab her ass and press her to my erection. “You feel that, that’s what you do to me.”

  She giggles and walks away to catch up on what’s going on in the game. It’s down to the eight ball and it’s Lucas’ turn. Knox and I walk over to him. Knox puts his hand on his shoulder. “No pressure, dude, but this shot is on you. If you make it we win and we all keep our man cards.” He turns his head to Knox. Poor guy looks so nervous.

  “But if you miss.” He turns to look at me. “They are going to rip our man card to shreds.”

  “All you have to do is tap it in, they lined the shot up for you.” Lucas nods his head. He takes a deep breath and starts to line up the shot. The girls have been whispering in the corner and when they finally break it up Chloe approaches the table. She leans over at the pocket Lucas is shooting toward showing him her cleavage.

  Knox slaps Lucas on the back. “Hold up.” Lucas looks at him. “Get those pretty tits away from the table. My boy has enough struggles in this game, he doesn’t need you distracting him.”

  She bats her lashes. “I was only trying to encourage him.”

  “Bullshit,” I call out. My partner gives me a look, and if they could kill I’d drop right now. “Don’t start your sass here, Officer Maguire.” Everyone laughs and Lucas goes back to lining up his shot. He actually got it in and we won the first game. I’m glad because the poor guy was sweating from his nerves.

  The food comes so we take a break to grab a bite to eat and shoot the shit. We discover Knox has owned his shop for a while now and has three other artists who work for him. I tell him I’m throwing around some ideas for a tattoo and will get in touch with him when I’m ready for it to be done. He’s cool, he tells me to email him my ideas and he’ll put some images together. We all laugh as Lucas shivers at the talk of tattoos. “I couldn’t do it. I can’t stand needles.” He shakes his head, squirming in his chair. I think everyone but Lucas has at least one tattoo. Mine is a shield for Romano on my pec, it was done after he passed. It came out awesome, but now I’m itching for more.

  We start the next round of pool, and somehow the girls manage to beat us. They’re now chanting we need a tie breaker. We decide to change up the rotation and have Lucas go first, figuring there are more of our balls on the table for him to shoot for. I have to admit the guy is getting better, and he’s really trying. We coach him at every shot and he’s starting to sink some. Of course, it’s not easy with the girls pulling their tricks, but we manage to get down to the eight ball while they still have two others on the table. I’m about to take my shot when Lexi comes strutting over. I look her dead in the eye and with a low serious tone I tell her. “Be careful, think about what you’re going to do. I’m taking you home after this.”

  She giggles. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was only going to give you a kiss and wish you luck.” I narrow my eyes at her because I know she’s full of shit. I press my lips to hers, and as soon as I do she squeezes my cock. It instantly hardens between us.

  “You will pay for that.” She shrugs and walks back over to the girls.

  I shake my head. “Girls are a bunch of fucking teases.”

  “We just hate to lose.”

  “What the fuck gave that away,” Knox bellows out, causing us all to laugh. “I think our dicks are about to explode in our pants.” Now we’re laughing even harder.

  I lean over the table, take the shot, and sink it with ease. The girls are pissed and the guys are fist bumping, excited we beat them two out of three games. This has been a lot of fun and I’m glad she invited Harper and Knox. The girls are pouting and carrying on about how we need to pick another night so they can try to get revenge. It’s actually quite funny.

  We’ve all had a great time, but it’s getting late, and I need to get Lexi home. My cock has been up and down all night, and if I don’t do something about it my balls are going to explode. I get Lexi to say her goodbyes. She’s taking her sweet ass time so I finally say, “Good night, everyone.” I take her hand and pull her toward the door. She’s laughing the entire way to the car.

  “Someone is in a hurry to get home.”

  “Damn right I am.” I start the car and pull out of the lot. I’m not typically one for rushing, but I’ve had enough of her cock teasing tonight and now it’s time she take care of business. The entire ride home I have thoughts running through my head of what I want first. Do I want my cock in her mouth, or do I tie her up and show her how much of a tease she was tonight? An evil grin slips across my face.

  “I like the grin you’re sporting.” She reaches over and starts rubbing my cock. It’s already hard as nails from my thoughts. I grab her hand and place it back on her lap.

  “We’ll see how much you like my grin when I’m fucking your mouth.”

  “I love when you talk like that and trust me, I have no problem with you fucking my mouth.” I glance over, catching her lick her lips. A low growl escapes me. What am I going to do with this woman?

  We pull up to my place and in a matter of minutes we’re rushing through my door. No sooner is the door closed, are our lips all over each other, hands groping and pulling at each other’s clothes leaving a trail all the way to my bedroom. “Sit,” I tell her, pointing to my bed. She sits on the edge as instructed. I slip my boots and jeans off leaving me in my red boxer briefs. I remove her boots and toss them aside. “I bet you thought attacking me would make me forget, didn’t you. Well, it was a nice try, and it almost worked.” She grabs my boxers and slips them down my legs revealing my throbbing hard cock. She wraps her fingers around the base and slowly begins stroking it. It feels so good that I almost give her control, but I don’t.

  Wrapping my fingers in her hair I pull her head back forcing her to look up at me. “Do you like me in control?” She nods and bites her lip. “Good, then open that pretty mouth of yours and suck my cock like a good girl. If you do a good job maybe I’ll go easy on you.” She rewards me with a smile and opens up for me. She guides my cock into her mouth, stroking it as she works on taking it deeper and deeper. Removing her hand I roll my hips and take over fucking her mouth. She gags when my cock hits the back of her throat, but I don’t let up. The next time she’s prepared for it and swallows causing my cock to twitch. Fuck, I love when she does that. She’s lucky she’s been teasing me all night, because I have zero control and am going to burst in the back of her throat. “Get ready,” I warn her as I seat myself deep in her warm, wet mouth. She squeezes my ass, sucks me in, and swallows as my seed spill down her throat.

  When she’s sure she’s gotten every drop she pulls away and licks her lips. “I fucking love how you taste. Don’t ever think of that as a punishment,” she says with a cocky grin, and I can’t help but laugh.

  I shake my head. “God, I fucking love you.” She stands from the bed, runs her hands up my chest and around my neck. She pulls me down, our lips meet
, and instantly our kiss is an explosion of passion. I toss her back onto the bed, rid her of her jeans, and plant myself between her legs. I’m too worked up to care about teasing her. I need to taste her because I love the way she tastes as much as she loves the way I taste. She reaches down between her legs and spreads herself open to me. I lick and suck at her pretty pink nub, and instantly I’m in heaven. She begins to grind her hips against my face as I fuck her with my tongue and press my thumb to her clit. It takes her no time to explode all over me, I take it all in and lap up every drop she gives me.

  I start to climb up her body when she flips me over, shocking me that she did it with such ease. She straddles my hips and lowers her lips to mine, licking off the remnants of her arousal before she forces her tongue into my mouth. She moans as she lowers herself onto my cock. She pulls away, and as soon as she does I grab her hips and thrust mine forward. With her hands pressed to my chest she rides me like a champ, and I love it, which shocks me because I don’t typically like giving up control, but with her it’s amazing. Her eyes are closed, her head thrown back as she bites her lip, enjoying the ride. Her skin is glowing and sticky with sweat.

  “Fuck, Keegs.” She moans as her pussy tightens around me. She falls forward on top of me as I thrust my cock into her. I quickly flip her over slamming into her as she rides out her orgasm. I seat myself inside her as my cock explodes. I’m panting, sweating, and beat when I collapse on top of her.

  “Shit, babe. I didn’t use a fucking condom.”

  She giggles. “It’s fine, I’m on the pill.”

  “Well, that’s good, but we should still be careful.” I lay on the side of her with my legs over hers, keeping her close to me. “Do you want to shower before we go to sleep?”

  She yawns. “No, I’m too tired, and with my parents coming tomorrow we should probably get some sleep.”

  I kiss her on the temple. “I’m excited to meet them.”

  She turns to me. “You are? You’re not nervous?”

  I shrug. “A little, but it’s not like I’m a drug dealer or something crazy like that.” She kisses me and tells me they are going to love me as much as she does. I roll over, shut the light off and pull the blankets up over us. She’s out in a matter of minutes, and I silently pray she’s right. I’m not a bad guy but you never know with parents.

  For the first time in a long time I’m actually excited about seeing my parents. It used to be really hard visiting with them because my mom would always get on my ass about my life in the Army and it would turn into an argument. I had my dad really excited to discuss what was happening with my life and my mom who didn’t want to know because she was a nervous wreck.

  “Do you need any help?” Keegan comes up behind me wrapping his arms around my waist.

  “You smell heavenly.” I take in a deep breath of his musky scent.

  He chuckles. “Thank you, but that doesn’t answer my question.”

  “Can you light some candles for me?”

  “You got it.” He goes about lighting the jar candles he has scattered around his apartment while I finish up making the baked ziti. For an Irish man, he sure loves his pasta, and I don’t mind because it’s one of my favorites as well. Placing the ziti in the oven I wash my hands and get busy making the garlic bread. My parents are due here shortly and I want everything to be ready, that way we can all sit and relax.

  Keegan turns on the TV to his favorite music channel. He lowers the volume to barely audible and it’s the perfect touch. Love songs are now filling the apartment. “I love this channel and it should be perfect for your parents.” Keegan has done a nice job of setting his home up, it’s masculine, but doesn’t scream bachelor pad. He has a nice dark gray living room set with a black coffee table and TV stand. His bedroom is decorated in deep blues with a cherry wood bedroom set. We’ve made sure the place is spotless so we can show my parents around.

  There’s a knock at the door. “Lexi, they’re here,” Keegan calls out.

  I wipe my hands on the towel and hurry to the living room. By the time I get there, he’s already greeting them. “Mr. and Mrs. Morgan, please come in.” My parents step through the door and instantly my mom's eyes go wide. I can tell she’s already pleased. “I’m Keegan.” He holds his hand out to my father and mother.

  “Mom.” I quickly kiss my mom on the cheek and hug her before I hug and kiss my dad. “Please have a seat. I’ll get you guys something to drink.”

  “I’ll just have water,” my father calls out. “I told your mother she could have a drink with you, and that I would drive.”

  “Wine or beer, Mom?”

  “Wine, please.” They take a seat, and Keegan joins me in the kitchen to grab drinks.

  “They look shocked,” he whispers to me.

  “No, they look pleased,” I reassure him.

  The two of us grab the drinks and meet them in the living room. “Keegan, this is a very nice place you have here.” My mom waves her arm through the air.

  “Why thank you, ma’am.” He takes a seat in the chair, and I join my parents on the couch.

  “So, Keegan,” my father says in his deepest voice. It almost makes me chuckle because I know he’s trying to sound tough. “Lexi tells me you are a cop.”

  “Yes, sir. District A-15 right here in Charlestown.” Keegan sips his beer.

  “That’s wonderful. Do you enjoy being a cop?” my mother asks him.

  He smiles. “Yes, ma’am I do. It’s something I started to consider when I was in middle school and took much more serious when I got to high school.”

  My mom gives him a warm smile, but the room gets quiet until Keegan brings up my new job. “Has Lexi told you about her new job?”

  My father looks a bit agitated. “She has, but the point of us being here is to get to know you. Let’s not deflect to her.” He gives him a stern look. “Tell us about your upbringing, why aren’t your parents here? I figured we’d get to meet them.”

  His brows shoot up in shock. I hadn’t told my parents about his history, and clearly I should have. I never would have thought my father would ask a question like this. “My father is dead, and my mother is an addict who might as well be dead. Now, if you’ll excuse me I need to use the restroom.” He walks out of the living room pissed and I feel really bad that I didn’t say anything.

  “Daddy.” I shout at him as I pick up my fidget cube, worrying it in my hand. “That was not the nicest way to bring up his parents,” I scold him, and both my parents look mortified. “Why are you being so snippy?” I continue to roll the little cube through my fingers. This was my counselor’s recommendation, and it’s the best thing since sliced bread. I use it anytime I get agitated.

  “You are my baby girl and my only child. I need to know you are with a good man. Someone who will take good care of you.”

  “Yeah, well let me fill you in. He cares a great deal for me. So much so he’s the one who got me back into counseling, and he has been nothing but a gentleman from the day we met.” I defend my man furious that my father is acting this way.

  He sighs. “I’m sorry, Lexi. You only just got home, and you’re already seriously involved with someone. It didn’t sit right with me. I had it stuck in my head this guy was taking advantage of you.” He stands. “Maybe we should go and we can start over fresh another night.”

  “No, stay.” Keegan walks back into the room. “I’m sorry I snapped, you caught me off guard, and my parents are an extremely touchy subject for me. I don’t speak about them ever.”

  “Understood. I’m sorry.” My father sticks out his hand and they shake once again.

  The oven beeps and I’ve never been so thankful. I want to get us all to the table so if this night doesn’t get any better I can get my parents out of here and figure out how to handle this for the future. “I’m going to get dinner out of the oven.”

  “I’ll help you,” my mom offers, following me into the kitchen. We both look back over our shoulder to see the two guys sitting
on the couch talking, but we can’t hear what they are saying.

  “Lexi, I’m really sorry for your father’s behavior. He’s been so worried about you since you got home. He kept telling me you weren’t yourself and that something was wrong.” She sighs. “He said he knew it was bad when you wouldn’t talk to him, and then when you invited us over he swore it had something to do with him.”

  I shake my head. “It was me. I’ve been struggling a bit since I got home. I’m not going to lie, Mom. I was having horrible nightmares, and tequila was my best friend for a while, but I’m good now, not one hundred percent, but I’m in counseling and I’m getting the help I need.” I pull the ziti from the oven and put the garlic bread in.

  “I’m glad you’re getting help, and I’m happy you’ve found someone who supports you.” She sips her wine.

  “He more than supports me, he understands me. He gets what I’ve been through because he has his own issues. I don’t ever have to worry about being myself around him.”

  She smiles at me proudly. “You really care for him, don’t you?”

  “I love him.”

  She wraps me in a hug. “I’m so happy to hear that. I worry about you so much, and knowing you have someone who really makes you happy eases some of my fears.”

  “Is it safe to come in?” my father asks, walking into the kitchen.

  I narrow my eyes at him. “I don’t know, are you done being mean?”

  “I apologized, and I meant it. We’ve talked, and everything is good, right, Keegan?”

  “Yes, sir, we’re good.” Keegan winks at me and gets busy pulling the salad from the fridge, placing it on the kitchen table while I take the garlic bread from the oven.

  We finally sit down to eat and the atmosphere is so much lighter. The conversation between my father and Keegan has revolved around sports. I learned that although he doesn’t watch sports too much he is a huge Red Sox fan, as well as a Patriots fan. This thrills my father, he has been a Pats fan for as long as I can remember. I too am a Patriots fan, but I’m not freaking out if I can’t watch the game like my father would. He used to drag my mom to games all the time but when they redid the stadium my father gave up his season tickets. They are getting older and she refuses to go with him anymore, complaining it’s too cold. Now they watch the games from the comfort of their home. She tells him we need to go to their house for a game.