Broken: Enemies to Lovers Romance (City Slickers Book 1)

by P Mulholland

  As I began to hit my heights, he pulled out his fingers and lifted my right leg up and over his shoulder, so he could slide his tongue right into my cavity, moving it in and out. Wet. Soppy. In and out. Sucking. Licking. Nibbling. In and out.

  I cried out as my body clenched down on his tongue, the orgasm shuddering through me. I yelped out in pain as my ribs complained.

  Jake paused to check on me. “Are you alright?”

  I nodded as I lay there completely at his mercy, breathing through the pain. He wiped my milk from his mouth and unzipped his jeans, then reached for a condom packet.

  He stalled to soak in my long body stretched out before him, examining me under the dim light. His dark eyes softened and he leaned down and kissed me on the lips, tenderly. He was beyond lust; there were feelings there, deep feelings.

  I moaned when he entered me. It had been a while since I had sex and it was noticeable. Jake grunted in pleasure. “Nice and tight.”

  “Like a stone statue?”

  “No. Like a beautiful, exalted woman.”

  He kept his weight off my torso, while trying to avoid jolting my body. That wasn’t easy. He took his time sliding his entire length inside me, then slowly eased it out some way. Then slid it back in. Slowly. Gently. My torso barely moved while he did this and surprisingly he was hitting my G spot with every measured movement.

  “God, that’s so nice,” I sighed, aroused.

  He looked so serious, concentrating on the slow, steady movements that I almost laughed.

  “You feel nice,” he said. “Fits like a dream.”

  A few strokes later he let out a grunt and gazed up at the ceiling looking slightly uncomfortable. “C’mon, Brydes. Come to Papa. I’m about to explode.”

  “I’m almost there.”

  “C’mon, Brydes.” He started to quicken his thrusts. “Fuck!”

  A wave of rapture came over me with his faster thrusts. I clenched, arched my back and cried out, louder than I intended, due to another jab of pain from my ribs.

  He moaned as he came into the condom. His natural instinct was to land on top of me to rest his body, while I wrapped my legs around him. But he couldn’t do that so he pulled out, the condom as wet and shiny as a river eel, and collapsed next to me.

  I snuggled up to him as he pulled the condom off and held it up to examine the amount of fluid inside. “The next generation of Austin in there.”

  “About to be flushed down the toilet.”

  He kissed my forehead, before getting up to dispose of it, his cute, toned butt walking away from me. Then a realization hit me and I let out a groan. “Oh God! I’ve just had sex with a twenty one year old.”

  “And it was nice and slow, baby!” he called from down the hall.

  When he returned, brazenly walking around naked with everything dangling and on display, he said, “I’m usually better than that. I was just nervous.”

  “I thought it was good.”

  “Yeah, but I thought I was going to prematurely ejaculate.” He lay down next to me.

  “Did you say you were nervous?”

  “A little. ’Cos you’ve been the object of my desire for so long.”

  “Um, not that long. Three months-ish.”

  He pulled the bed sheets up so our naked bodies were completely covered and we sank into each other’s skin. He played with my hair as I doodled with my finger on his chest, circling his nipples and drawing number 8’s all over him. He felt so familiar, yet new. We’d slept in the same bed together many times, but never touched each other in this way before. I knew what his naked chest looked like. I’d seen the freckles on his back and the scars from his accident before, but they seemed suddenly new and fascinating.

  “Are you going to tell me why you’ve been so distant?” I asked, gently pulling a single dark chest hair.

  “No. Stop asking me about it.”

  “Okay. Will you be warmer now we’ve had sex?”

  “Warmer?”

  “Less distant. Back to your normal fun self?”

  “Yep. The world has suddenly turned a shade of rosy pink.”

  I snorted.

  “That was definitely the slowest thrusting I’ve ever done in my life.”

  “I liked it.”

  He made a sound like a smile just stretched across his dial, pleased with himself. “I imagined our first time more passionate and hot, rolling about the place.”

  “There’s plenty of time for hot and passionate. My ribs won’t stay broken forever.”

  “The end is nigh though, sweet Chucky.”

  I sighed and closed my eyes. “If the world ended right now, I’d be happy to die here with you.”

  “That’s not what I meant.”

  “I know what you meant.”

  He kissed my cheek. “That’s a sweet thing to say, though. That you’re happy to die here with me.”

  “Yeah, like Romeo and Juliet. Instead of the Capulets and the Montagues, it’s the Austins and the Malones.”

  “What does your apartment look like?”

  “Nothing special. It’s on the third floor of a four story condo.”

  “Can you see the sea from there?”

  “No. You should visit sometime.”

  “No.”

  “No?”

  “You’re someone I’ll need to cold turkey, like Old Rip.”

  There were several moments of silence where we just played with each other affectionately. Lacing fingers, kissing skin, tracing each other’s outline.

  “I think we should adopt Newman.”

  He groaned.

  “C’mon, Jake, give the dog a chance.”

  “You said ‘we.’”

  “Yeah.”

  “You’re not going to be around for much longer though, are you? Like an irresponsible parent adopting a dog then leaving it. So it’s not ‘we’ it’s ‘me’ or ‘I’. Solo. Not even with Hans.”

  I looked up at his face. I suspected I just crept up on a reason why he’s been so distant. Or at least one reason.

  To cool him down I kissed his chest, while running my hand down to his cock, which was half-erect and started to play with the tip, circling the shaft with my finger.

  “You’re the best, Brydes,” he moaned, as he got big and hard.

  I proceeded to wriggle my way down to place my mouth over the top, sucking the tip like a Cherry Pop. He turned on his side to make it easier on my ribs and held my hair guiding my mouth over his cock, in and out. I massaged his balls as I sucked his cock and he responded by swearing and grunting over and over.

  “Brydie O’Neal is fucking sucking my cock.”

  My mouth continued to move up and down over his throbbing cock, hoping he’d hurry up and cum. He was hitting the back of my mouth, consuming every tiny space and I thought I was going to choke.

  I ran my hand under his butt cheeks, searching for his anus. If I poke a finger in there and wriggle it about, he’ll cum faster. But I didn’t need to. My wish came swiftly. He let out a long groan and warm fluid entered my mouth.

  I swallowed and wiped my mouth. He pulled me close to him, affectionately kissing my neck and cheeks.

  “Best fucking blowjob ever!”

  “Liar. It was average.”

  He laughed. “It was above average because it was your mouth.”

  “Will you adopt Newman now?”

  “What? Was that a bribejob, Chucky?”

  “From yours truly.”

  “Jeez! Women!” He sighed. “I’ll think about it.”

  I beamed. I didn’t need to see the dog to know I had fallen in love with him. My heart softened when I imagined the moment Jake laid his eyes on the pitiful creature. Then he donated ten thousand dollars! Just like that.

  There were other feelings that I didn’t want to analyze so I pushed them back into the icebergs of my heart. They weren’t fleeting or small butterfly flutters like before; they were deeper, frighteningly raw, yet startlingly beautiful.

  There
were moments when I caught myself sinking into a terrifying oblivion, where I had no control and desperately fought for breath. I’d feel sick to my stomach and my body ached all over.

  I didn’t like it and I didn’t want it. And it couldn’t happen again.

  Chapter Thirty

  Jake

  Sex so far, had been a bumbling mess, which was the exact opposite to how I imagined sex with Brydie O’Neal would be.

  We’d explored different positions to see what would work, testing what she could manage with only one arm and what placed little to no pressure on her ribs. As it turned out there weren’t many. Two to be precise and even then they were clumsy.

  Contributing to the clumsiness was the fact the woman left her center of gravity in the great Pacific Ocean. I don’t know if it was her long body, or the fact she had the use of only one arm, but her balance was the equivalent of a drunkard’s on Saturday night.

  Chaotic, but fun. Trust me, I’m not complaining. Any chance to get Brydes naked was fine with me. I got to explore her body, find out her likes and dislikes and make her happy, even for a short while.

  On one particular evening, I managed to convince her to do a strip-tease for me. Another messy seduction where she giggled hysterically when she couldn’t undo the hook at the back of her skirt with one hand. Hardly a tease, but still sexy as hell. She looked so radiant when she laughed, as if her own little sun was beaming out of her.

  I faltered. My body tensed up and a nerve ache surged from my gut to my chest.

  It was at that moment I realized I had fallen in love with her. Hook, line and sinker. I had fallen, hit my head on the way down and landed in a heap of whale scat. My heart was slowly tearing, inch by inch, the deeper I sank into her. When this was all over, my chest will contain only half a heart, while the other half was served on a silver platter to that little fucker Cupid. Fuck Cupid!

  Her giggles stopped dead. She was looking at me and I wasn’t smiling.

  “Sorry, I can’t undo it,” she said apologetically. She thought she’d annoyed me with her antics, instead she’d enthralled me.

  I dragged my sad face off the floor and rolled off the bed to unhook her skirt, then I proceeded to help her take everything else off. We made love. Yep, made love, that’s how I viewed it, she might have a different opinion, then we lay tangled together for hours talking, sleeping and dreaming.

  “What happened to you in prison?” I asked. “The thing that gives you nightmares.”

  “Do I still scream out?”

  “Sometimes. I don’t know if it’s the same incident you’re screaming over each time, though.”

  “It’s hard to talk about.”

  “Would it help to share the load?”

  “Maybe.” She quivered against me and I held her tighter. “Um…a woman, a fellow prisoner...” She fell silent. Her silence stretched on for several minutes.

  “You don’t need to say any more.”

  “Sorry, I can’t do it.”

  “That’s okay.” I felt a warm trickle run down my chest. It wasn’t until she sniffed that I realized she was crying. “Brydes, it’s alright,” I whispered, searching for her wet eyes to wipe them with my thumb.

  “Sorry,” she said, as she got up to go into the bathroom to blow her nose.

  “Don’t apologize. You’ll talk about it when you’re ready.”

  She climbed back into bed, greatly in need of a subject change and being the jokester that I am, I thought I’d raise an issue that might get me a slap on the arm. But it was worth a shot.

  “Brydes,” I said, after several moments of silence.

  “Huh?”

  “Your legs are prickly.”

  She grunted. “It’s hard work.”

  “I’m not complaining.” I preferred them smooth, but if she wanted to grow her leg hairs in the name of feminism, I’d stand by her. “Can’t you reach them?”

  “My legs aren’t that long.”

  I laughed. “No, I mean, you can’t bend over due to your ribs.”

  “It hurts to shave them and it takes ages. And sometimes I can’t be bothered.”

  “Do you want me to do it?”

  “You’ll cut me.”

  “No I won’t, I promise, I’ll be gentle. Scout’s honor.”

  “We’re you in the Scouts?”

  “No.”

  “So, you should be saying ‘Jake’s honor.’”

  “Okay, Jake’s honor, I’ll be gentle.”

  “Jeez! They must feel awful, if you’re prepared to do that.”

  “Not that bad.” Yes, they were bad.

  She sighed. “Okay, the shaver is in the shower.”

  I rolled out of bed and grabbed the only object that resembled a razor in her en suite. “This thing?” I held up a heavy, metal shaver.

  “Yes.”

  “This is for men.”

  “No, it’s not. It’s unisex, plastic free.”

  On her direction, I filled a bowl with warm water, then dunked her rose scented soap in it to get it frothy, then I ran the soap over her lower left leg.

  “Don’t cut me,” she said again.

  She was lying there in her black panties, her arm across her bare chest and a look of utter fear on her face. She made a high pitched shrill as I began to slide the shaver up her leg, feeling the line I made in the soap froth with my finger. It was nice and smooth. There was a lot of leg there. Her legs went on forever and there were two of them. I could see why she couldn’t be bothered at times.

  “The things women have to do to beautify themselves,” I muttered, only to be immediately shushed.

  “Concentrate!” she snapped.

  I made another line through the soap froth, and then another, starting to find the repetition therapeutic. Each stroke of the razor produced a satisfying result when I ran my finger along the shaven areas. Smooth as silk. And sexy.

  Her knees and ankles were tricky and she made a little squeal when I moved the clunky shaver over those areas. Unbelievably, I managed to achieve maximum result without the slightest cut. I’m the champ.

  Next. Thighs. I covered her left thigh in soapy water, knowing I was deliriously close to her sex. Then I proceeded to shave a line through the snow, fully aware that I was getting a boner. She started to laugh when she noticed the bulge in my boxers.

  “You’ve got a problem in your pants,” she giggled.

  “Don’t I usually?”

  She gently rolled over onto her stomach, so I could shave the back of her thighs. Every now and then she let out a little squeal of fear, while burying her face in the pillow. Her cute butt cheeks were sneaking out from her panties, which only added to the problem in my pants. A problem that I had to fix ASAP.

  When I was done, I ran my hands over her nice smooth legs, admiring my fine work. But those butt cheeks were distracting me, so I leant down and kissed and nibbled them, grabbing chunks of flesh in my hands. She moaned so I went further, burying my face in them, and taking large bites to suck. I left a love mark of each cheek, a Jake Austin signature, then my fingers slipped inside her panties and I started massaging her clit with my thumb, while dipping two fingers inside her warm, moist center. I worked her while she moaned and sighed, then yelped when she lurched, hurting her ribs.

  I pulled her panties down and entered her from behind, again slow strokes. Long, smooth and slow, no jolting her torso and keeping my weight off her.

  I came inside her when she hit her orgasm and it felt damn good. It was the first time, but it won’t be the last. I knew she was on a contraceptive and she didn’t yell at me to put a condom on, so I guess we’ve moved up to a bareback tier. I welcomed it.

  I lay down next to her and covered our long bodies with the sheets. I kissed her cheeks and forehead and she snuggled up next to me, her hand laced in mine.

  “Are you going to unfriend me on social media when I leave?” she asked.

  I groaned. I didn’t like talking about the prospects of her leaving.“Yep
.”

  “Delete my cell number?”

  “Yep.”

  “Pretend I don’t exist?”

  “Yep.”

  “What if I contact you?”

  “I’ll ignore it.”

  “What if I turn up at your office?”

  “I’ll bend you over my desk and bang you from behind. Then I’ll pretend you don’t exist again. Anyway, you said you don’t want to come back to Chicago.”

  “Good point. I don’t know how you can do that, just cut someone off.”

  “You do it.”

  “No, I don’t. I stay in touch with people.”

  “Even Aaron after you left him?”

  “For a little while, until we got busy and drifted apart.”

  “I guess I’m an all or nothing guy.”

  “All? You want everything from me?”

  “Yep.”

  “You want to marry me and have kids with me?”

  “Hold your horses, jumping the gun, Brydes.”

  She chuckled.

  “I have to admit…” I began, then stalled wondering if it was wise to complete the sentence.

  “Yeah…?”

  “I do wonder what would happen if my sperm kissed one of your eggs.”

  “Didn’t you learn biology at school?”

  “No, I mean, what the kid would look like.”

  “Oh.” She fell silent and I wished I kept my mouth shut. You pussy dork! “Tall.” Her voice muffled by the bed sheets “Mischievous.”

  “She might have invisible gills like you.”

  “And the face and body of a cologne model like you.”

  “You think I look like a model?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Cool. I’m gonna have to buy a rifle to keep all the boys away from this kid, especially if she looks like you.”

  “The kid doesn’t exist, so you don’t need to worry.”

  “Oh yeah, that’s right.” Loser!

  Chapter Thirty One

  Brydie

  I received a phone call from Mr. Austin’s PA, requesting a meeting with him the following day. He wanted a progress report on his youngest son, Jake. I took the afternoon off at short notice from Underwater Safaris for this meeting, as I had to walk there, because I had no damn money left in my allocated allowance to get a taxi or even the bus. The owner/operator of the company, Daz, was more than patient with me the entire time, considering he didn’t want me there in the first place.