Beautifully Broken

by Christa Simpson

  He offers her a taste. She swirls it around in her glass first, inhales the aroma, then takes a sip. Matt’s eyes never leave her lips.

  “Good?” he asks her.

  “Very.”

  He fills his glass half way, to match hers, before taking the seat next to her. When he leans back, it’s like he sinks into the shadows around him. He feels so far away and yet her body is sparking alive. His eyes rake her the way they had earlier in the night.

  “I put a special request in to the kitchen. Destiny tells me you like chocolate.”

  Felicia nods appreciatively. “With a passion.” Her smile falters when he slides his chair closer to her.

  She swallows the lump from the back of her throat as he picks up a fork and digs into the corner of the decadent dessert. “May I?” he asks, with the fork hovering over her plate.

  She opens her mouth and he slowly feeds the chocolate to her. She closes her eyes and savors the flavor. Matt growls under his breath. It touches her everywhere. When her eyes open lazily he offers her another bite.

  “I could feed this to you all night, but I don’t think I have the willpower. Watching you eat, Felicia, is one of the most erotic things I’ve ever done.”

  She licks her lips. “I find that hard to believe.”

  His smile is only the beginning. The rest of their encounter is flirty and filled with sexual innuendo. With his rapt attention, she senses her body’s urges. It begs her to take him back to her room.

  Matt breaks their closeness and saves her the trouble. He retrieves his hand from her bare skin and his lips slant to the side in a sexy grin that tells her all she needs to know.

  “Why don't we get you back to your room?”

  “Why?” she snaps back. “So you can get me naked?”

  His chuckle makes her swoon. "Now that you've planted that beautiful image in my head, I'm going to have a hard time picturing anything else tonight."

  “It's quite alright. I think I can manage on my own, thanks. It's not like you'd be much help to me. In case you haven't noticed, you're in a wheelchair.” She cringes inside. She was hoping to come off as playful, but fails miserably.

  He pushes his chair farther away and settles back into it. “You're welcome, Miss Pissy.”

  “What's that supposed to mean?”

  “You’re obviously harboring bad feelings toward me. Your body seems to want one thing, but your mind wants another. Time to make up your mind.”

  “I’ve already made up my mind. Time to make new memories. Preferably happy ones.”

  "That's what I'm trying to do here. Can't you see?” He looks incredibly frustrated. “I'm not taking no for an answer. No more drama. I want you and I’m having you. There are no two ways about it.”

  “You can barely walk!” she scoffs.

  When she glares at him in his chair, she’s knows she’s crossed a line. She turns her head toward the floor and closes her eyes before tears resurface.

  Why does she do this to herself—to him?

  Matt sighs loudly. “I don’t care what you say. I'm not leaving you out here for the hungry lions to feast on you. You're my dinner. I’m taking you home.”

  He sweeps her onto his lap, catching her off guard. He wheels her out of the room and down the hall, forcing her to prop her arms around his neck to stop from falling in front of a fast-moving vehicle. With her arms locked firmly around his neck, she can't quit staring at him. He looked great clean-shaven this morning, but the light stubble that now covers his face looks incredibly sexy.

  When she licks her lips, she feels him stir beneath her and he recognizes the second when she feels how hard he is against her thigh. Her eyes grow wide and they connect with his.

  "Do you mind?" He props her against his chest and adjusts himself as best he can in the limited space. “If I don’t get you off my lap soon, I’m afraid I’ll give you an inappropriate and unexpected gift.”

  She laughs. “I'm surprised you can even get it up anymore.”

  “Really, Felicia? I'm not paralyzed.”

  He doesn’t admit to her how terribly his injury has affected his sex life, but Destiny’s told her everything. She knows he hasn't been getting it up lately. Skylar was convinced he’d had the desire knocked right out of him. She can imagine how depressing that must be, being a sex king with the inability to get hard for a woman.

  “Quit looking at me like that,” Matt orders. “I may have been avoiding sex. I was afraid maybe it really was broken.” He presses his hardness against her and releases a tight breath. “You, Felicia, have proven that it’s not.”

  He stops all movement and watches her expectantly. She quickly realizes it’s because they’ve reached her new room.

  “Oh! This is me,” she says, lifting herself from his lap.

  When she squeezes his thigh to get up, he groans. But not because she's hurt him. He looks turned on. He needs this badly. She needs it more.

  She leans down, initiating a kiss that has her short on breath. When she pulls back, now she’s the one with the expectant look in her eyes. “I need you inside. Now.”

  Chapter 19: Countdown

  Matt cannot believe she’s said it.

  “I need you inside.”

  Has he heard her correctly?

  Just her hand sliding against the length of his body has him aching for more of her touch. She's drunk. Hell, so is he. This is not the way it is supposed to go down. He had a whole plan worked out. Grand gestures were to be made, the right words were to be said, but then she went and kissed him. That was not a part of the plan.

  He doesn’t even know what the hell he’s doing. He's broken . . . in more ways than one. He should leave her out of this. She hasn't shown her face since the accident for a reason. That tells him she either doesn't actually care about him or she’s too scared to admit that she does.

  He mumbles to himself. “Lessons in life will be repeated until they are learned.” Sarkis had told him that before he left town.

  Felicia smiles sideways at him and draws a hand provocatively up and down his chest. “I have no idea what you just said, but you're welcome to come in and explain it to me.”

  She's inviting him in? He still can’t believe it. Even though he knows it can’t possibly be a sexual invite, his body is humming like it’s been waiting for this—for her—all this time.

  "You should put that thing away," she says, pointing at his crotch. "It's dangerous."

  Dangerous? Is she suggesting she likes it?

  “I've had a few too many drinks tonight, sweetheart. I doubt I’d be able to keep it up even if you wanted me to.”

  Felicia backs him into her room, leaning forward to push his chair, and then presses the door closed behind her. “We’ll see about that.”

  She stalks him farther into the room. He recovers himself from the wheelchair, but finds himself back-stepping with a gangster lean as she strips from her clothes. Then she smiles at him as he takes in the beauty of her curvaceous body in black lingerie that does little for the imagination. He watches her drop to her knees.

  “Wipe that look off your face, Matty. You know I want it too.” Her fingers work open his belt.

  Is this really happening?

  “We've done a good job of packing that shit away, but you can't deny, not for one second, that you feel the spark between us."

  "Oh, I feel it." His arousal strains painfully against his trousers, begging to be set free.

  Felicia speaks his language. Without breaking eye contact, she slowly unfastens his pants and pushes him backward, until he lands in the plush chair behind him.

  "What are you doing?" He knows damn well what she’s doing. He’s just pleased in a shocked kind of way.

  She drops to her knees and crawls closer to him with hooded eyes. "Shhh."

  He wants to tell her no, but when she pulls him free, his mouth loses the power. She smiles, knowing how much he's enjoying this, even if he's trying not to. She strokes him first, and then her tong
ue licks him slowly. It sends a frisson of awareness across his entire body.

  “Oh, Felicia. It’s been too long.”

  She licks his head and runs her tongue down his entire length; all eight and a half inches of it. “But you taste just as good as I remember.”

  When she wraps her other hand around him, he nearly cums on the spot. He grips onto the chair and grits his teeth. It feels so good—like the first time all over again.

  “It's been too long," he repeats, surprised by how good she makes him feel.

  "Do it then."

  He can't believe she's doing this for him. The look in her eye alone is enough to get him off. He feels himself exploding into a million pieces as her mouth slides over him. The sensation of her fingers tightening around him is enough to make a grown man cry. He blows his load and hangs his head. Then he smiles.

  Sorry, not sorry.

  He wants to feel embarrassed, but he's far too content and elated really. He's not broken after all. Felicia moans seductively as she continues to assault him with her tongue. It’s enough to get him going all over again.

  “Keep smiling, Matty boy. You're doing me next.” Her hand lands on his thigh and squeezes onto him. He’s so sensitive he grips the chair like he’s holding on for dear life.

  She freezes in place, mistaking the cause of his white knuckles.

  “What’s wrong?” he hisses.

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” she whispers with a small, breathless voice. She breaks all connection from him.

  “I'm not that fragile, Felicia. You're not going to break me.” He bites on his lip, wanting her again.

  “Looks to me like I already have.” She walks away and leans back on the bed, still wearing very little. “I hurt you.”

  She is not turning serious right now. They are not talking about broken hearts. He won’t let her. Not after what she’s just done. “This is not hurting me one bit, I promise you that.”

  She visibly relaxes, but she still seems hesitant. He remembers back to a time when she trusted him completely. She would never second-guess what he’d said and they’d barely known each other then.

  “Trust me?” he asks, leaving that question hanging in the air. His fingers don’t stop clenching the soft leather arm of the chair.

  Maybe she’s having second thoughts about jumping back in bed with me.

  “I do,” she states, shocking him with the sureness of her answer.

  "Are you sure about this? It's not too late to stop." He says it, but he’s not very convincing.

  Felicia smiles at that and returns to the floor next to him. She takes his hand and presses it against her warm, soft cheek. Gazing into his eyes, she shares the truth he’s been hoping to hear. “I don’t want to stop.” When her body slides along his, he groans.

  “If you keep that up, doll, I’m not going to let you stop.” He wraps his hand in her hair and guides her over his length again. He loves how she obeys without argument, taking him deep in her wet, hot mouth.

  He pulls her off of him and trails the top of her exquisite undergarments with his index finger. Her breasts are barely covered.

  “If you don’t want to hurt me, then you should take that off, for starters.”

  She smirks as she unclasps her bra. “Causing you discomfort, is it?”

  “Extreme discomfort,” he admits with a smirk, as she discards the lacy garment.

  It looks like she’s about to return to her knees, but he stops her. Both his hands close over her wide hips. She remains silent, awaiting his next command, with a pair of perfect tits only inches from his hungry lips.

  When she leans toward him, he does the unspeakable and bypasses a nipple. Without any warning, he kisses her on the mouth. Emotion sears him from the touch of their lips and the melting of skin. The rosy color filling her cheeks tells him she likes it. He tastes himself on her lips.

  She kisses him back, ferociously, but her body language soon has him cringing.

  “You're not going to hurt me, Felicia. I can handle it.” He pulls her on top of him and brushes his lips across hers again. “You feel like a feather on my lap.”

  She steals another kiss, while she undoes the top few buttons on his shirt. Then she pulls away and loses her panties with one swipe to the floor. That single sexy motion will replay in his mind for all eternity.

  “Oops. How did that happen?” she says, the skimpy garment hanging from a finger.

  His devious grin returns and he feels like the man he once was. She gives all that back to him and more with this one act of ecstasy. Chasing her down, with his shirt flagging at his sides, he limps forward. He takes the panties from her hand with his teeth, and then spits them onto the floor.

  Her face turns more serious again. “I don't want to hurt you.” Her fingers trail over the long scar slicing across his body.

  Matt’s fingers glide over her perfectly trimmed pussy, as he leans in for more lip contact. “Trust me, sweetheart. This moment is worth all the pain in the world.”

  He takes her hand, spins around and rests back onto her bed. “Now climb on top of me and turn around.”

  She gulps and straddles his legs. “Matty.”

  “Do it.”

  She does as he asks, first mounting his hips, then spinning around to give him a perfect view of that fat ass. She arches her back when she lifts to a sitting position, allowing him to enjoy her fullness at the best angle, before backing up, moving it closer to his face. She returns to his attentive body, without needing told, pulling his erection from his underwear and taking him back in her mouth.

  When she draws her lips over him, he groans. Then he slaps her ass and squeezes onto a full round ass cheek. “Back that beautiful ass up,” he orders.

  He draws her backwards, until she’s positioned right over his head. When he has his first lick, her entire body shudders. Has she been just as inactive as him? Her body screams for release and he’s only just begun. He clutches onto a pair of healthy ass cheeks and bounces them a few times, as if he’s weighing them. “Sit down,” he orders.

  “Matty, no. I’m too heavy.”

  “Do it, now,” he demands with a stern voice.

  When she doesn’t immediately obey, he pulls her down on top of his mouth, flattening the core of her body against him. He closes his mouth around her and she finally lets out a hesitant moan of her own. It doesn’t take but a few seconds for her to lose her inhibitions. He loves it when she gives into him.

  He buries his face and lets his tongue plunge into her sweet depths. She’s like his own brand of delicious. With every lick he grows hungrier for her, as she continues to tantalize him with a strong mouth. He’s so wound up that he might explode and her body is tightly matched to his. The way she gyrates her hips rhythmically over his face has him forgetting to come up for air. He enjoys every last second of it.

  “Take it deep,” he orders, thrusting upwards into her willing mouth.

  With another deep plunge, he manages a shallow breath, before letting it all go. He feels her swallow too, until her own body spasms with release. She doesn’t disappoint, licking up every spilled drop from his body, like it’s liquid candy.

  When she settles back on him, it’s then when he realizes how heavy she is on his unpracticed body. She senses his sudden stiffness and instantly lifts off of him.

  “Are you okay?” She gets on her knees and hovers over him, as if he might be hurt.

  “I’ve never been better.” A warm smile spreads across his face. “That was, shall I say, extremely pleasant.”

  “I liked it too,” she answers softly.

  She crawls up beside him and lies there, gazing into his eyes. “It’s been a long night. I’m thinking maybe a soak in the bath might be a good plan. Care to join me?”

  He takes her hand and they both stumble toward the bathroom. She runs a bath and he watches her. She takes such care. She even undresses him—not that he can’t do it himself—but there is something erotic and protective abou
t it.

  Matt gets in the tub first and tests the water. It’s hot, just as the steam rising from the water suggests, but it feels good on his aching muscles. When Felicia joins him, the space suddenly feels like it’s shrank in size.

  Felicia slips into the bath, with curiosity looming in her eyes. She investigates the new scars on his body before she unfolds herself in front of him and settles carefully against his chest. He guides her head backward until she’s resting on one of his shoulders.

  “Is this okay?” she asks, always so concerned about his limitations.

  “This is better than okay. It’s been a while since I’ve felt this okay.”

  Felicia smiles and stretches against him. “Sex is good for that.”

  Even though she tries to act like it’s just sex, they both know nothing can detract from how intimate their conversation is becoming.

  “Sex with you is good for that,” he growls, feeling himself stiffening beneath her.

  She smirks and tilts her head up to try and connect with his eyes. “You’re ready for more already? I see nothing’s changed after all.”

  “Oh, something’s changed, but we’ll save that for another day. Right now, I want to have you.”

  “Here?” A spark flares in her eyes.

  “Now.” He lifts her up and spikes into her as he takes her lips against his over her shoulder.

  He continues to kiss her, breaking off only to tell her how good it feels.

  “I know,” she breathes, moving on him faster. “You’re so hard you’re going to break me.”

  Matt drops another kiss on her lips. “You want me to ease off?”

  Those words alone have her panting. “No!”

  He spreads her ass cheeks and slowly presses farther into her, memorizing every silky inch. She rolls her head backward. "Oh, God."

  "Just Matty, babe. Just call me Matty."

  She rolls her head forward with the next press of her hips. "Matty. Please tell me this is okay. I need this to be okay."