by Dawn Martens
"That's disgusting! I can't eat that. Why the hell would you put mushrooms on a pizza?"
"Mushrooms are good," he tells me with a shrug.
"Good for you, but I’m not eating cow shit!"
"It's not cow shit."
"Uh, yeah, it is."
"Almost all food that comes from the ground grows in shit. You still eat that stuff."
"Yeah, but mushrooms grow FROM cow shit. Totally different. That's just wrong," I tell him on a shudder.
He takes a mushroom off his pizza and puts on a show of slowly chewing it as he smirks and gives me a small moan. I gag.
"I'm never kissing you again."
Blake pulls a mushroom from the top of his slice, and then the big jerk flings it at my cheek.
I want to be mad, I really do, but it is kind of funny. I pick a pepperoni from mine and throw it in his direction, missing him completely.
Blake leans over to kiss me, and I take my pizza and smash it against his cheek, catching him completely off guard. He grabs my wrists, pinning me defenseless as we fall from our chairs onto the floor, bringing my slice with us. Freeing one of his own hands, he smears the sauce across my face and down my chest.
“You’re dead,” I warn.
“I’d go a happy man.”
I get a smear of sauce on my finger and wipe it across his brow. He leans down, staring in my eyes, and kisses me hungrily.
“I’m done with pizza. I’m hungry for you,” he says, propped on his elbows.
“First, a shower,” I suggest, pressing my hand to his chest.
I take off to the bathroom, starting up the shower as Blake strips off behind me. I get in the shower and quickly start washing all the pizza off me. When I go to grab my shampoo bottle, Blake comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, his cock hard between us. “Blake, no, this is a bad idea.”
“No, it’s not,” he says in my ear as his left hand comes up and cups my breast roughly.
I moan. “Blake, I’m serious. I’m short, and the tub is slippery. Only bad things will come from this.”
“Trust me.”
He pushes me slightly forward, and in one swift movement, thrusts fully inside of me. “Oh, God,” I moan out. He pulls back and slams into me, grabbing my hips, as a possessive growl rips from his throat.
Just as I’m about to come, I start slipping. I swear, it’s like slow motion. His hard thrusting causes me to slip, and down we go. We are a tangled naked heap at the bottom of the tub as the water pelts against us.
“Fucking shit!” Blake roars. I’m stunned for a moment, but quickly pull myself off of him and press my back against the wall of the tub. "My dick!" Blake croaks.
I panic, crawling toward him. "I told you this would happen."
Tears well up in his eyes, and he stares at me, cupping his precious jewels. "You broke my dick."
I shake my head. "I told you shower sex was bad. This is your fault for not listening to me."
I try removing his hands to inspect the damage, but he refuses. “No way. You are not touching my dick,” he says firmly.
Wow. I’ve never known a grown man to ever cry before, and Blake is here, sitting in my tub, bawling his eyes out.
“We should get you to the hospital,” I tell him, trying to remain calm.
He shakes his head. “No, call your sister. She’s a nurse, or training to be. No way am I going to the hospital so I can be laughed at,” he says.
My eyes widen. “Uh, what do you think Melly is gonna do? Because I can tell you right now, the whole damn town will know about this within an hour.”
“Just get her,” he seethes.
I climb out of the tub, wrapping a towel around me, and go in search of my sister.
“Melly!” I shout, running down the hall to her room.
She opens her door and looks at me in question.
“Blake. Broke. Dick,” I pant.
She bursts out laughing. “Shower sex?”
I nod.
“Should’ve known. What did he think would happen? You are only four eleven, he’s six two. Good grief,” she says, following me to the bathroom.
I step into the bathroom, and Blake is still sitting in the tub, tears in his eyes. I feel bad, but I knew this would happen. I told him it would.
Melissa goes over to inspect the damage. I should feel totally jealous that my sister is doing this, but I’m not. I’m just worried about his dick.
“Well? Is it broken? Will we ever be able to have sex again? Oh my God, please tell me we’ll be able to have sex again,” I say, starting to panic since this is taking forever.
Melly giggles. “Don’t worry, big sis. He’s fine, just a little sprain. Gotta say, I’m jealous. He’s got a huge monster goin’ on.”
BLAKE
I slowly get out of the tub I’m lying in, cupping my junk. Fuck. It hurts so damn bad. Melissa told me to take some aspirin if the pain gets too much, and that’s what I’m going to be doing as soon as possible. Cori comes back into the bathroom, after following Melissa out, with some loose sweat pants for me to put on.
“I went up to your condo and got you these. Figured they’d be best to wear instead of your jeans,” she says meekly, avoiding my stare. “I’m really sorry, Blake,” she apologizes in a quick breath. “But I did warn you, so in a way, it’s your own fault.”
I glare at her. “It’s my fault you turn me on and I couldn’t wait to have you?”
“Yes, but no sense fighting about it. Here.” She hands me some aspirin. “I feel really bad about it. It’s going to be so hard avoiding the temptation.” She smirks, her eyes going straight to my crotch.
“Don’t stare at my dick like that. You are going to make me hard, and I’ll end up in the ER and be known as broke dick Blake all over town.”
Cori looks as if she’s about to cry, so I pull her into me, kissing her softly. “It’ll heal. Don’t worry. But until it does, I don’t think I can sleep in the same bed as you because it will be too tempting.”
Her face falls. “You mean, you are going to your condo tonight?” she whispers, sounding almost horrified.
I nod. “Just tonight. I’m going to take some pain meds and get some rest. Fucking thing hurts like a bitch, but I’m still horny. How fucked up is that?” I say with a small laugh.
“Okay, fine. I’ll see you tomorrow, though, right?” she asks, worried.
I pull her tight to me. “Of course.” I kiss her again and head out.
Chapter 30
Cori
Since I sorta, kinda sprained Blake’s dick, we’ve been doing absolutely nothing for the last three months. I’ve tried getting him to at least go down on me, but he won’t budge, saying I broke his dick so my punishment is getting nothing. Jerk. He even hid all of my vibrators.
He stopped icing his junk about a month ago, but still refused to touch me, saying he wanted to give it a little more time, just to make sure. I was worried the night it happened, because he went to his own condo. Ever since we started really doing this thing together, we’ve never slept apart. I was worried we’d be over.
Thankfully, we weren’t.
Tonight, we’re lying in his bed, a place I haven’t been in months, since we’re always at my place.
I roll to my side, trailing my fingers down his chest. “Tell me about you. I know who you are now, but I don’t know anything else.”
“Not really much to tell. Dad died when I was a month old—Army. Mom couldn’t deal with his loss. Gave me to the system. I was in and out of foster homes until I hit eighteen. I wouldn’t say I was a bad kid, but I got into enough fights at each home I lived in for them to send me along. One family wanted me, permanently, but foster homes aren’t meant to be long term, so I was only with them for a year.” That sucks. Poor Blake. “They tried fighting for me, adoption and all that, but they couldn’t get approved, which I think is bullshit, because why not? I wouldn’t have been in the system anymore, and the government wouldn’t have had to for
k out cash for my raising.” He shakes his head. “I was in a few really bad homes, some so bad I used to have nightmares, but I got talking to a shrink, and they stopped. Haven’t had one in years now. But because of how I lived, it’s what made me want to get into social work.”
“That’s amazing, Blake. What you do now is amazing,” I tell him.
He gives me a sad smile. “I reached out to the family that tried adopting me years ago, but found out they were murdered. One of the kids they were fostering was bad, ended up murdering everyone in the house in their sleep before slicing his own wrists.”
“That’s terrible,” I gasp.
“Yeah, babe, it is. Shit like that happens. Nothing anyone can do. Fuckin’ hurts,” he confides. “Tell me about you. I know a little, but I know I don’t know all of it.”
I still. Do I really want to bring Blake into my ugly? No, I don’t, but I can tell him a little bit of it. “Started when I was six. My mom was always shitty. We never were told who our dads were. Hell, mom said she didn’t even know. She was a junkie and a hooker. Anyways, I was six when Melissa was just a baby, and Mom said she was going out so I had to watch her. It wasn’t anything new, not really. But she didn’t come home. The next day, a cop and some woman came to the door. I was always told never to answer the door when Mom wasn’t home, but that day, I did since it was a cop. Officer Gilvaja came in, took a look around the house, saw me holding Melissa, who was only 4 years old at the time. It was at that moment the woman started talking to me, telling me that my mom called her and said that Melissa and I needed to get gone and she wouldn’t be home until someone got us.”
“What happened after that?” Blake asks.
I flop to my back, not really wanting to make eye contact with him. “We jumped around a lot. One time, they tried to separate us, but I wasn’t having it. I would run away a lot, fighting, all of it, just to get my sister back with me. They never tried to separate us again. But after about two years, Mom came back for us. Although, that didn’t last long. She’d take us back for a few months, then ship us back to foster care. It went on until I was about thirteen. Just before I hit eighteen is when Angel and the guys saved us. They came storming in that house, cussing the place down, and took us away, giving Melissa a better life, an amazing life.”
“Have you seen your mother since then?” he asks.
“A few times, but none of them have ever been good. Usually, she wants money, money I don’t have, and causes the usual shit storm until Jasper and the guys have to send her off.”
I decide to give him a little more. “I used to be a stripper.”
He stills, his body coming up and over me. “What?” he growls.
“I didn’t want to ask for money. Angel and the rest of the guys found out about it, lost their shit. Came in during my shift, pulled me right off stage, and yelled at me, lectured me, all of it for days. After that, they refused to let me work while I was in college. They paid for everything, and then the second I finished, they got me my job with you.”
“So you’re telling me that dirty pervy men saw you on a pole?” he questions, abashed.
“Um, yes.” I blink.
He growls. “Never again. Mine. Just mine.” He kisses me, claiming me as his own. So much passion is seeping from him.
BLAKE
“I am all yours,” Cori agrees. Her fingers are tracing the muscles of my stomach, dancing dangerously close to the waist of my shorts.
“Cori,” I warn her, moving her fingers back up to my chest.
She gets this devious gleam in her eyes as she leans over and takes my nipple between her teeth, biting gently.
“How about we see how healed you are…” She trails off, kissing her way down my happy trail.
Fuck. It’s been too long, and my cock is standing and ready. There is no contest; she will win, hands down. She continues to taste and tease me, her fingers finding their way to my length. Her hair is pulled back in one of those knots, exposing her face as she yanks my shorts down hungrily. My girl is so damn sexy when she takes control.
Her full lips cap over my dick, and she sucks me hard and deep. It’s safe to say I am fully recovered. Her tongue wraps around me, sucking and tasting. It’s fucking erotic. I glide in and out of her sweet mouth, ready to blow. I try to pull away, wanting to satisfy her, too, but she isn’t having it, saying tonight is about taking care of my needs. Can’t argue with that. I love that she wants to do this for me, not wanting anything in return but my happiness.
Cori falls asleep before I do, her weight almost completely on me, and I feel at peace. She shared, even though something in her eyes said she wasn’t sharing everything, just the fact that she shared at all speaks volumes. I’m glad I was able to give her that piece of me, let her in more. What I didn’t share with her, though, was that I also tracked down my mother.
She was living the high life with three kids, all happy while I rotted away. I can’t say I completely hate her, since I am who I am now, but she gave me up, just did it so damn easily, then moved on to a new family.
I checked up on her about two years ago, wanted to make sure my half siblings were being treated okay. I found out that their dad is a pretty stand-up guy, but from watching my mother, she seemed to be hiding her pain. You can tell it’s there, in her eyes, but when her other children or husband were around, she lit right up.
After that, I stopped checking in to make sure everything was fine. I was going to have her happy little world come crashing down but decided against it. It wouldn’t make me feel any better, so there is no need for it.
Cori rolls over, and I follow, drifting off to sleep.
Chapter 31
Cori
I wake up and stretch. I groan when I see the clock and realize it’s only three in the morning. Why the hell am I awake? Looking over, I watch Blake, who is sound asleep on his stomach. Opening up last night was a bit of a relief, and hearing about his youth was pretty great, too. He grew up, in a way, kind of like Melissa and I did. I trail my finger down his cheek and smile.
“Stop that. It tickles,” Blake grumbles.
“Oh, really?” I say teasingly. I move my hand down to his side and tickle slightly.
“That’s it,” he says, grabbing my hand and rolling over on top of me. “Are you ticklish, Cori?” he taunts me as he squeezes my sides.
“Stop. I’m sorry.” I laugh.
"Are you guys playing hide the salami again?" I hear Melly shout through the door. Blake rolls off me, smirking. "No!" I shout back. "We're playing hide the mother fucking jumbo cucumber," I brag, winking at Blake. He shakes his head at me. "Well, hurry up, because I’m sick and tired of hearing 'Oh, Cori' and 'yes, please, fuck’," she says, mocking us. "I need some damn sleep."
I burst out laughing. “Maybe we should take our sex-capades to your place for a while?”
“No, I like your bed better,” he says, grinning. “Why’d you wake up?”
“I don’t know. I woke, stretched, and then realized how early it was,” I tell him.
“Something bothering you?” he asks.
“Nope, just woke up.” I give him a smile. “Want a blow job?”
“Don’t even need to ask that shit,” he says, pulling his boxers down to reveal his cock. I lick my lips. “But how about it’s my turn.” He gives me a wink. “Want me to eat you, baby?”
“Don’t even need to ask that shit,” I reply, repeating his words.
BLAKE
I am sleeping soundly with Cori spooned against me, when I am awakened by the thrashing of her arms and legs again.
“Please, don’t make me do this. Please,” Cori whimpers. “I’ve been good. I’ve been so good. Please.”
I hold on to her tightly. “Cori, babe, please wake up.
“No, please, don’t touch her. I’ll do it. I will. Just leave Melissa alone,” she says, sounding as if she’s giving up.
“Cori!” I shout.
She bolts straight up in bed, wiping the sweat o
ff her forehead. “I hate those dreams,” she whispers.
“Talk to me. What was that?”
“Nothing, Blake. Please, just let it go. Don’t worry about it.”
I decide to let it go. We’ve come far in our relationship. This is something that, if I push, it might end badly.
I’m getting tired of her saying that shit—let it go. I carefully get out of bed once she’s asleep and snag my phone.
Need you to call me. Cori’s having dreams. They are fucking bad, man. She won’t talk about them. I need answers. - B
Tossing my phone on top of my pants on the floor, I climb back into bed, wrapping my arms around Cori.
*~*
I get to my office and see Angel sitting at my desk. “What are you doing here?” I ask him, confused.
“I got your message last night. Made sure I was here by the time you got in. I have your info,” he answers, nodding to the huge file in front of him.
I gulp, starting to sweat. “How bad is it?” I ask him.
His jaw clenches. “Bad, man. While you are looking this over, I’m going to stay right here, because I have a feeling I’ll need to keep you calm.”
Oh, shit. That doesn’t sound good at all. I pull out my chair and take a seat, and he hesitantly hands over the folder.
I scan pictures—Cori bruised, Melissa’s eyes dead. The last photo is of a baby. Confused, I look up at Angel. “Who’s this?” I ask, pointing to the baby in the photo.
His nostrils flare. “Keep reading.”
I flip over to the last page. ‘Corinne Treyton claims while she was in this home, she was tied down and raped. An older boy, who was acting weird and sleepy, was forced into relations with her. This photo is the only thing she was allowed to keep of her child, who was quickly taken from her an hour after his birth.’
“What?” Corinne would have been only what—fifteen or sixteen?
Angel shakes his head. “After this happened, they tried to start focusing on Melissa. You were gone by this time, and that’s when Cori reached out to a friend at school. That friend knew about us, and we went as soon as we could.”