Tortured Souls (Rebels of Sandland Book 2)

by Nikki J Summers

  I reached down to touch myself and he licked his lips and moaned.

  “Fuck. You are stunning. I could come just from watching you do that. You don’t get to have all the fun though.” He winked and lowered himself until he was settled with his head between my thighs.

  He planted delicate kisses on the inside of each thigh as I used my fingers to circle and stroke myself. Then he lifted my hand out of the way. “I’m guessing that after today there won’t be a single thing in this world that’ll taste as sweet as you do.” Then he pressed his tongue against my clit and he licked me, making my back arch and my head whip back with how amazing it felt.

  “Stay still, little warrior,” he commanded, putting a hand on my stomach to keep me in place. Then he pushed my leg up further and licked over and around my clit, sucking it into his mouth and then rubbing his tongue in the most delicious way.

  I rocked my hips in time with the pace he had set, my hands fisting the bed clothes beside me. I couldn’t stop myself from crying out as he drove me closer and closer to the edge with every swirl of his tongue. He was bloody good at this, and I begged him not to stop.

  He moved further down, piercing me with his tongue and tasting me like I was his last meal and he was a starving man. I grabbed his hair and pulled it hard, needing more but not entirely sure what to do about it. Speech was pointless; all I could do was cry and moan.

  He licked back up to my clit and went to work teasing me with his little nibbles and sucks, then I felt his fingers stroking, playing, pushing inside of me and making my moans grow louder, more feral. I was so close I couldn’t cope with the intensity of the build-up. I felt like I wanted to ride his face, but I also wanted to feel him inside me. I needed that connection too.

  I was just about to beg for him to fuck me when I suddenly cried out, falling over the edge and exploding with the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had. My legs shook and my body jerked as the spasms went on and on, the ripple effect of the orgasm sending the most exquisite feeling to every inch of my body. Brandon kept suckling, bringing me down from my high and giving a low moan as I whimpered beneath him, panting and dazed, like I’d just drifted down from the clouds. Who knew that my devil, the self-professed demon, could take me to heaven like he just had? If that was what he could do with his tongue then I wasn’t letting him leave this room until I’d enjoyed the full Brandon Mathers experience.

  He smiled up at me as I glanced down at him and tried to get my breathing under control. Then he placed a gentle kiss between my legs and said, “Definitely sweeter than the cookies. Maybe next time, we can bring the cookies upstairs and I can eat them out of you.”

  He really, truly meant that.

  “Oh my God.” I laughed, covering my face with my hand.

  “I’m not a messy eater.” He shrugged. “I won’t let any go to waste.”

  I just gave him my own cheeky smirk and sat up, pushing my hand against his chest and forcing him to the edge of the bed.

  “I think it’s my turn to get a taste.” I winked.

  He ran his hand over my hair and said, “You don’t have to.”

  “I want to.” My eyes widened. I never thought I’d hear a guy turn down a blow job. Especially Brandon. But when he whipped off his t-shirt and quirked his mouth in that signature grin of his, I knew he was more than ready.

  He slid off the bed and stood at the foot of it, his eyes never leaving mine as I crawled down to where he was. I sat on the edge of the mattress and he lifted my chin to face him.

  “I hope you know how special you are to me, Harper. You’re not like any girl I’ve ever met before. I really want to be with you all the time, and I think about you all day, and-” He started stumbling over his words, and I knew he was trying to share his feelings with me, make me see that this wasn’t a one-time thing. I already knew that. As if I’d let him walk away from me now.

  I let my gaze wonder from his eyes to his perfectly sculpted tattoo-covered chest, and that was when I saw it. The lion tattoo on his stomach. I ran my hand over the skin there and felt the bumps of the scar. His reminder of the evil shit that had been done to him all those years ago. I swallowed hard, feeling like I might burst into tears at any moment. I went to speak, but I didn’t have the words to convey how I felt. Sorry wasn’t ever going to be enough. So instead, I leant forward and kissed it and tried really hard not to let the tears fall and spoil this moment we’d built together.

  “It’s in the past, Harper. It’s done,” he said, stroking the back of my hair as I ran my arms around his middle to hold him close. “I’m not a victim. Neither of us are. We’re the warriors, remember?”

  I took a deep breath and looked up at him. The apology in my eyes must’ve been enough because he just nodded and said, “I know.” And brushed his hand over the side of my face and cupped my cheek.

  A wash of emotions flooded me, making it hard to catch my breath, and I felt so much in that moment that I’d have done anything for him. I wanted to be everything to him. I needed to make him feel as fucking amazing as he’d made me feel only minutes before. This wasn’t the time to dwell on past mistakes. This was our future.

  “Okay, big man. That’s enough soppy shit. Let me have my fun now,” I said, covering the hand he had on my cheek and turning to kiss the palm. “Do you remember what I said I’d do to you?”

  His eyes sparkled and I knew exactly what he was waiting for.

  I grinned and yanked the buttons on his jeans open and then I slid his jeans and boxers down over his ass and thighs. He reached down to pull his dick out as I did, and when I saw him for the first time, I smiled.

  He was perfect.

  I wrapped my hand around him. He was thick and long, and I couldn’t wait to play with him. Have him in my mouth, have him every way I could. I pumped my hand up and down a few times, slowly but firmly, loving how silky he felt, imagining how amazing he’d feel inside me. He threw his head back and gave a long, low sigh and then dropped his head forward to watch me; his eyes glazed over with lust. I saw a little bead of moisture at the tip and I licked it, moaning as I did so he’d know I loved it.

  “Suck me,” he begged, running his thumb across my lower lip.

  I ran my tongue slowly around the head, keeping my eyes locked with his as I did, then I licked underneath, and he closed his eyes and let out a groan. Hearing a man moan for me like that was the single biggest turn-on, and I squeezed my thighs together, the familiar tingles sparking to life again.

  I sucked the head into my mouth first, swirling my tongue over the sensitive underside, but it didn’t take long for Brandon to grab my hair and push me further. So, I swallowed and took him deep into my throat. The guttural moan he let out was all the encouragement I needed, and I sucked him as he fisted my hair and rocked his hips forward.

  I grabbed his ass as he pumped into me, then I used my hand to cup his balls and pulled back, letting his dick pop out of my mouth. He groaned in protest, but when he guessed my intentions, he didn’t complain. I grinned up at him as I licked down his length towards his balls and then I went further, taking one of his balls into my mouth and letting it roll around my tongue. I sucked gently and got lost in the sounds of him sighing and moaning as I pleasured him. Then I moved to the other side and he widened his legs as he let me taste the most sensitive part of him. I’d never done this before, but judging from his reaction, I wasn’t doing too badly.

  His dick was throbbing, and I could tell he was close. I wanted to taste him and experience everything. So I licked back up to the head and took him deep again, and this time he went hard, fucking my face and making me pant as I breathed through my nose and sucked him.

  He barely managed to say the words, “I’m coming,” before thick hot spurts of cum spurted at the back of my throat, and I swallowed, keeping my pace but sucking gentler because I knew he’d be sensitive. I licked gently until his moans became sighs and his thrusts slowed down.

  Eventually, he pulled himself out of my mouth an
d then stroked my face with so much love that I almost blurted out my feelings right then and there.

  We both stared at each other, caught up in the moment, and panting to catch our breath.

  “Is this the part where you flip me over and take me from behind like you promised,” I asked, breaking the tense, emotionally charged atmosphere.

  His gravelly chuckle made my skin prickle.

  “No, sweetheart. This is where I hold you really close and thank my lucky stars that I ever found you.”

  “No doggy style?” I tried to hold a laugh in, but I ended up snorting through my nose.

  “That comes after the cuddling.”

  “Never took you for a cuddler, big man.”

  He quirked his brow at me as he climbed onto the bed and pulled me up with him. The fact he was naked and I still had my dress on made him frown harder, and he pulled it up and over my head, then made quick work of getting rid of my bra too.

  “Are you kidding? Naked cuddles with you? That’s better than sex.” He chuckled to himself as he pulled me closer, but I placed my hand on his chest and looked at him.

  “You are joking, right?”

  “Of course I’m joking. You don’t think I’m going insane over here? I’m desperate to sink my cock into your tight little pussy.”

  Usually, words like that would have made me cringe, but not when he said them. The way he spoke without giving a fuck was a real turn-on.

  “I want that too,” I said in a breathy whisper into his ear, and he growled and rolled me onto my back, sliding his body over mine. “Are you hard again?” I asked as I felt his dick pushing into my thigh.

  “It would appear so,” he replied, lifting his upper body away from me and looking down into my eyes. “It’s what you do to me.”

  I opened my legs wide and he settled his hips where he needed to be. I lifted my knees and wrapped my legs around him, digging my heels into his ass and willing him to take this further.

  He leant over to grab his jeans from the side of the bed and pulled a condom out of his pocket then ripped the foil. He reached down to roll it on and positioned himself ready.

  As he pushed inside of me, we both cried out at how it felt. The way he stretched me was amazing. And when he said, “Fuck, you feel good.” I knew he was experiencing the same level of euphoria I was.

  He went slow at first; long, deep strokes that made me moan and arch my back. I moved my hips and then grabbed his ass to push him deeper into me. Feeling his ass clench as he pumped in and out was sexy as hell. He had a fucking awesome ass.

  I groaned into his ear and then nibbled, kissing along his jaw and neck, moving my hands from his ass, up along his spine, and then I clung onto his shoulders, holding on tight. I was glad I did, because he started to speed up and his thrusts became harder, driving into me at an unforgiving pace.

  He grunted as he fucked me into the mattress, pounding with every thrust. I reached up and held the bars of my headboard and he wrapped his arms around my shoulders. I always knew sex with Brandon would feel like this; raw, feral fucking. It was animalistic and I loved it. I loved letting go and feeling wild.

  He swivelled his hips, hitting the spot every damn time, and it wasn’t long before my eyes were rolling into the back of my head and I was crying out.

  “I’m gonna come, Brandon. Please don’t stop,” I begged. But he’d never stop or pull away; he was as far gone as I was.

  “I won’t.”

  He managed to grunt into my neck, and then I felt it. The explosion inside of me.

  I let go of the bed frame and clung to him, shaking and convulsing as my whole body became engulfed in waves of pleasure. My walls clamped down hard around him and I contracted over and over again.

  “Oh, baby. That’s so good,” he moaned, and then I felt him thicken and find his own release, groaning low and feral as he rode out his orgasm.

  He slowed down and eventually he stopped and lay with his body over mine, both of us not sure which planet we’d just been on or whether we were truly back on Earth.

  “I think I love you, Harper Yates,” he whispered into the pillow next to my head.

  “I think I love you too, Brandon Mathers,” I replied, snuggling into him and breathing him in.

  He seemed to tense slightly, and I worried that I’d said the wrong thing. Had I heard him right?

  I groaned as he pulled out of me slowly and then rolled onto his side. Gently, he edged forward and put his nose right next to mine.

  “I said it wrong. I don’t think I love you…” My heart fell into the pit of my stomach. “I know I love you.”

  And the tears I’d fought back earlier fell out of my traitorous eyes.

  “I love you too, Brandon.”

  “You don’t have to say it just ‘cos I did. I know I’m not the best guy for you and I’m not easy to love, but.-”

  I put my finger over his lips to stop him spouting more bullshit.

  “Will you shut up? I love you, okay? And for me, it’s easy to love you. You think you’re not the best guy for me, but you are. You don’t see what I see.”

  “What do you see?” he asked, pulling my finger off his lips and kissing it.

  “I see a guy who has his faults. He’s done some really shitty things and he’s learning to live with that. But I also see a man who’s honest, genuine, someone who’d go above and beyond for his friends. I see the things you do for other people, the way you put them before yourself. The way you dealt with your mother with such compassion when the rest of us wanted to slap the stupid out of her.

  “You do sweet things for me, and you don’t always get it right, but that doesn’t matter. You try, and that’s what counts. You also make me laugh, and every time I look at you, I get this warm feeling. I haven’t felt anything other than lost, alone, or sad for a long time. But I don’t feel that with you. You make me want to live to see another day. You make me excited for the future. To everyone else you might be the tough guy, the fighter, but not with me. I see what lies behind all of that. The vulnerability, the need for acceptance. You don’t ever have to pretend with me, Brandon. I love you for you. I always will.”

  From the shine in his eyes I thought he might be close to tears himself, and when he spoke, I could hear a croak in his voice that he was trying to hide.

  “You’re the first person to ever love me and not expect anything from me. I think you’re probably the only person who loves me out of choice. I’m pretty sure everyone else in my life just tolerates me.”

  “Well, they don’t know you like I do. Like I’m getting to know you.” I sighed, feeling a veil of sadness fall over us. “Brandon, you work so hard on your physical strength, training for your fights, but you need to work on your self-esteem too. You are worthy of being loved you know.”

  He nodded, but I knew it would take more than my words to convince him. Luckily, I had all the time in the world to show him with my actions.

  “We’ve both been hurt, in here…” I pressed my hand over his heart. “But together, we can find the happiness we deserve.”

  “I hope you’re right, little warrior.”

  “I am. I know I am,” I said and gave him a soft, gentle kiss.

  We’d taken another little step towards healing. Okay, I tell a lie; it was a big fucking step. Huge. But lying in his arms, I knew we’d be okay. We hadn’t had the most conventional start to our relationship, but it was ours. It was us. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. Who cares about the start anyway? It’s the ending that everyone wants, and Brandon Mathers was my happy ending.

  I woke up with a start when I heard the noises downstairs indicating that my parents were home. My heart and brain went into overdrive and I rolled over to wake up Brandon, but when I turned, I saw he’d already left. My open window gave away his preferred method of escape.

  It made my heart sink seeing where he’d lay, and when I reached out to touch his side, I could still feel his warmth. He hadn’t been gone long. In fact, I
bet he’d heard my parents coming home and decided to do his Spiderman disappearing act. I couldn’t blame him. It wasn’t going to be the easiest thing to convince my parents that I hadn’t gone totally bananas in my decision to be with Brandon. They were already questioning my sanity, so this wasn’t going to help my case.

  Still, I didn’t want to hide away. I’d done enough of that for the past few months to last me a lifetime. I wanted this to be a new beginning. Lord knows we deserved it. I was fully prepared for people to say it was too soon, or that I was with him because he reminded me of Brodie. But I didn’t care for gossip. Never had. At the end of the day, people would say whatever they wanted. I couldn’t control that. All I could control was my happiness, and at that very moment, I was the happiest I’d been in a long time.

  I heard a soft knock on my bedroom door and I sprang out of the bed and grabbed my dressing gown to cover myself. When I opened the door, I saw both Mum and Dad on the other side staring hesitantly at me as if they were trying to gauge what mood I was in.

  “Hey. Did you have a good spa break?” I pulled my robe tighter around myself and prayed there was nothing behind me that’d give away what I’d been doing while they were away.

  “It was nice.” Mum snaked her arm through Dad’s as she spoke, and for the first time in months, I took a really good look at them both and noticed how tired they were. There were wrinkles around their eyes that I hadn’t noticed before and a darkness deep within that made me feel guilty. Guilty for the stress and worry I’d given them on top of everything else they were coming to terms with. Life for them was bad enough. They didn’t need any extra worry.

  “We’re going to see Brodie in about an hour. We know you don’t like going back there, but we thought we’d ask if you wanted to tag along. No pressure. Just don’t want to keep anything from you, Harper.” Dad took a deep breath after his little speech and peered nervously down at the floor.

  He was right, I didn’t like going there. But today, I felt I had to make the effort. There were things I needed to say to Brodie; secrets I needed to get off my chest. I also wanted to show my parents that I could be there for them too. It must have been hard for them to go there as often as they did. It was a constant reminder that they’d lost such a precious part of their lives.