Beaten (Broken Book 1)

by Rue, Rebekah

With her blood-red nails, Vicky kneads, strokes, and works my upper thighs, still choking me down her throat. I’m having the worst time concentrating. I’ll be damned. A male’s dick is programmed for this kind of shit, but I’m over it. Usually Vicky can suck me right, and the fact she doesn’t expect more or get all clingy is the only reason there are repeats. Though, this is becoming a tad boring. I just need to blow my load and cut the cord.

  Reaching down, I pull her up from her knees by her underarms. I’m rough, firmly grabbing her hips. I spin her around and push her between the shoulder blades onto the cold bathroom counter—facedown, ass up—a woman’s best side. She, on the other hand, thinks she’s driving me to the brink of sexual madness. She twerks on my crotch, and I stand there and let her, watching the display in the mirror. It does nothing for me, but she seems to enjoy herself. “Ooo, baby, I want you to give it to me rough. Put it anywhere. I’m so turned on right now. I bet my pussy juices are just dripping down my legs.”

  Mm, I’m not going to lie. The dirty talk makes my dick move just enough that I think he’s back in the game, but not enough. Really, I’m only looking for a quick release to pump-start my night. She needs to shut her yap and get on with it. Reaching over, I pull a hand towel off the wall rack next to us and roll it up into a gag.

  “Baby, I think I lov—”

  Gagged. Thank fuck! She was giving me a limp dick. I smack her ass hard several times and grip the base of my cock with one hand, fisting it up and down, keeping my eyes locked on the potpourri dish.

  The potpourri you ask? Well, experience has shown you never lock eyes with a woman while you’re screwing: Basic Fucking 101. Make that little mistake and the bitch starts to think you’re bonding and building an intimate connection. Next she’ll want romantic dates, a froufrou marriage proposal that she can brag about on Facebook to her girls, and ultimately lock the dumb fucker down, turning him into a minivan-driving chump watching her ass grow. Shit no! So I keep it safe and squeeze the most boring orgasm ever out on to her ugly-ass dolphin tramp stamp. I love jizzing on this dolphin. Makes me feel like I’m doing something good for mankind, like putting it back in its natural, salty habitat. Next!

  Lo

  Bravely, I look over to see our little dancing trio has disappeared. “You know you did really well today back at the field, and I’m so glad you’re here. We’re gonna make this the best summer before you have to start your first year at UCF,” Maggie says.

  I can’t help a big smile from spreading as the thoughts excite me, blooming optimism. I open my mouth to reply but am cut off by a strong deep masculine voice coming straight for us. “Mags!”

  A sharp sting runs up my back, straightening my spine, and my eyes pinpoint on the F5 tornado barreling straight towards us. I can’t keep my eyes off him. He’s tall, around 6’1”, with golden skin like a California boy, and built like he’s very good at CrossFit. The short black-brown stubble on his head runs down into a five-o’clock shadow on his face.

  His trim muscles push at his perfect charcoal gray V-neck tee shirt, and he’s wearing a pair of blue jeans not even Christian Grey could pull off. He’s incredibly attractive.

  As he gets closer, I try not to stare. After all, he didn’t call my name. What locks me in are his deep-glacier-blue eyes so sharp and vivid they make me think of electricity or laser beams, outlined with a dark blue rim around each iris.

  His big knee nearly touches mine as he takes a seat in the recliners to my left, angling his body my way. He smells yummy and I fall perfectly still. Not once does he look at Maggie; this man is intimidating along with his gaze. “Mags, introduce me to your friend here.”

  “No, I won’t. Go away, Talon.”

  Before he speaks another word, a bombshell brunette wearing a push-up bra on steroids drapes herself across his lap. Her lush breasts bounce with her movement, and a touch of jealousy hits me in the chest, but I successfully brush it away. Tits takes a long pull from her joint, scrunching up her pump red lips, holding the smoke in her mouth. Her bronzed hands grip the front of his shirt, and she sweeps her lips close to his. When he makes no attempt to take her gift, Tits cocks her face to the side and releases the smoke from her lungs. “What the fuck, Talon?” she seethes, releasing his shirt and giving him a PMS-type glare. With a pause, her eyes dart back and forth between Maggie and me. “Oh, I get it. You weren’t too good for me a minute ago in the pool house.” A bitch smile spreads across her lips. This girl is really pretty; too bad her attitude makes her so ugly. I wonder what history these two have.

  Don Juan over there abruptly stands up, causing Tits to bust her ass on the edge of the coffee table. “Ouch, Talon!” she whines, frowning up at him. She probably just popped an ass implant.

  With that, Maggie stands, taking me with her. “I see you’re enjoying one of your many usual cocktails, so we’ll leave you to it.” She pulls me towards the back, and just as we’re walking through the double French doors, I glance back to see Talon with his eyes narrowed, staring at me with a sinister grin, paying no attention to the mess that was pawing and clawing at his jeans.

  The second the cool night air hits me, my head clears. The backyard is big and appears to have held many crazy parties. The pool lights up the center of the yard. A wild bonfire sits off to the left, surrounded by chairs and benches, and the infamous pool house is far out to the back. We spot Sasha and a few others by the fire and go to join them.

  “So this is the new piece of ass I’ve been hearing about,” a fairly good-looking guy says when we sit down. The fire makes his tan skin and messy brown hair look like he’s up to no good.

  “Shut up, Stone.” Maggie says.

  A line forms between my brows. I’d always been a polite person, but the men here are huge horn balls off their leashes. “You must never get laid using that line.”

  A smile slowly grows across Stone’s face. “So you’re saying you’re not gonna have sex with me tonight?” Is this guy that dense?

  Maggie shakes her head and rolls her eyes. “I’m pretty sure you can count us all out if the sex involves you, Stone.”

  He drops his tone slightly, leaning into Maggie. “Oh please, baby, if I recall, I gave you multiple orgasms so good your little toesies spread out like shooting stars.”

  Nothing can shake Maggie; she appears unfazed. “Yeah, well, the only thing you gave me was a yeast infection. So thanks!”

  Everybody starts laughing. The conversation turns easy like we were four old friends. Stone turns out to be pretty cool and funny, but somehow we get on the subject of racing.

  “But isn’t street racing illegal?”

  Stone gapes at me like I’m nuts. “Hell yeah, it is, but that doesn’t stop us. Plus, it kind of helps that Talon’s older brother is a police officer and tips us off if he catches wind that they’re going to bust us.”

  “Do you always race at Wrecker’s Field?” I ask, feeling like my questions were stupid.

  “Most of the time, yes, but there are other spots we like to use as well. Keeps the cops confused.”

  Like a glacial breeze, chills spread down my neck and arms in an avalanche of warm fingertips, pushing my hair off to one side and giving the hairs at the nape of my neck a gentle pull. The tug makes me peek up, putting Talon in direct sight. Sweet shivers spiral down me. Good thing I’m sitting down because his strong carven face has knocked me on my ass. His eyes hold a lustful glint, making it difficult to break eye contact. I could have sworn my panties tapped on my leg to get my attention and handed me my V-card to give up. His boldness makes me nervous, and I suddenly feel passive and shy. I hate feeling so inexperienced. Very slowly, Talon lets my hair slide through his fingers and takes the only seat available, directly across the fire from me.

  I sit quietly, listening to the conversation bounce around. No way am I putting in my two cents. I don’t want any extra attention than what I’m already getting. Talon never stops staring. It’s unnerving to the point I have to focus on not looking in his dire
ction. The heat of the fire alone makes me uncomfortably fidget. When I can’t take it any longer, I catch Maggie’s attention and give her the hey-let’s-go tip of the head.

  Maggie catches my cue, giving me a slight nod and gracefully standing up. “Okay, ladies and germs, it’s getting late, and I’m sure Lo here would love to get home and rest after this long day.” Getting up, both Maggie and I shimmy past everyone, saying our good-byes. When I pass Talon, he stands and moves uncomfortably close, barely holding my waist to help me pass safely around the fire.

  “Careful there, beautiful.” He holds me with an allusive smile. Holy shit, he’s touching me.

  His firm chest lines up at the perfect height to my face. Damn me to hell, but I do it. I close my eyes and breathe him in. A mixture of mint and something unique floods my nostrils, inducing a pleasing ache deep between my legs.

  The grip of a petite hand pulling on my upper arm has me snapping out of my trance. Maggie throws a sarcastic “Good night, Talon” from her mouth and tows me through the house and out to the car, as my love-drunk legs stumble to keep up.

  Chapter 4

  Talon

  Lo. So that’s the best friend Maggie warned me off of and with good reason too. She appeals to me like a ’67 vintage Mustang: simple classic beauty.

  After Lo and Maggie left last night, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Maybe it was the fact I was told no.

  I would devour her.

  She was so petite and so pure-looking. I should leave her alone, but the asshole in me wants to taint her, play with her mind a little bit. My cock and I are getting excited just thinking about it.

  It’s simple. I want her bad.

  Even when I pulled Leah into the pool house and fucked her fake-ass tits, imagining it was Lo as I jizzed all over her face, it still didn’t lessen the ache. Seeing her had awakened the sleeping giant in me. She sparked a craving deep inside for something I didn’t know I was missing. I just need a taste: a rare taste of purity.

  The next morning that annoying ache is back. I am sure it stems from the need to bang her. Stripping down, I slip into the shower and envision her delicate pink lips and sexy-ass curves that naturally sway when she walks. My dick grows to a point it hurts. With a solid grip, I pump it several times, thinking about my blond-haired beauty, imagining coming hard inside of her. My? Well, not yet. I’ve wanted to conquer girls before but never to this extreme. I chuckle to myself, feeling like a psycho off his meds, knowing I’m going to have to take care of this little problem: bend her over, get her out of my system, and go back to functioning as a normal human being. Have you ever tried to walk with a boner? That shit is uncomfortable.

  With the ache muted, I make my way into the kitchen and notice Stone already sitting at the island, eating his cereal. We’ve been roommates in this house for nearly five years. His parents own this beauty but felt they weren’t keeping up with the Joneses since his mom runs in several high-class social circles, so they upgraded, giving us the option to take over the mortgage. The relationship between Stone and his family has always been at a disconnect. No love or emotion exists between them; they use their money to show their feelings.

  Hearing me enter, Stone looks up from messing with his phone. “Morning, Prince Charming.”

  I flash him a blow-me smirk and shuffle my way to the coffee pot.

  “So . . . nice run last night, how much did you make?”

  Picking up my mug of joe and snatching my phone from its charger, I sit in the seat next to him. “Fifteen hundred bucks.”

  He slowly whistles. “You really cleaned up on that new kid. He acted like he had a bomb hidden under his hood.”

  Smiling, I nodded, remembering that cocky son of a bitch.

  “Dude, Maggie’s best friend is fucking hot and totally blew you off last night.”

  Now that wiped the smile off my face.

  “She didn’t say one word to you, man.”

  “Piss off, Stone,” I growl. I got nothing. I have no idea why things didn’t go my way last night; the thought makes me cranky. All the signs were there. I’ve gotten into girls panties easier, doing a lot less. I clearly could see the attraction to me in her eyes and the telltale signs that I make her nervous when I’m around. That blond hair that I gripped between my fingers was soft as pure silk, and I felt the goose bumps dance across her skin under my knuckles. Mm, I squeeze my hands into fists, anxious to get them on her again. I bet she’s soft like that everywhere, and with that shy-ass temperament, I can do all the taking. Submit, bitch. With that thought, my dick has an uplifting moment.

  “No, man, really, she was laughing and cutting up with all of us until Maggie majorly cock-blocked. But it’s probably for the best; you don’t want to bang her and have a clinger you can’t get rid of. Not only that, she looks too young. I bet she’s still a virgin.”

  What? My eyes snap up to his face. He isn’t even looking at me. His head is halfway in his cereal bowl as he sucks down the last bit of his milk. Did she say last night that she’s a virgin and I missed it? No way, that’s not possible. If she is, my ass is out. Virgins are messy. They want you to earn it or be gentle, and I sure as fuck don’t like it gentle. “Now you’re just talking out of your ass,” I say, hoping to poke the lion a little, get a little more out of him. But he just shrugs. Nothing.

  I lean back in my chair and think about his last comment, staring down into my coffee, feeling the steam hit my face while Stone laughs at stupid YouTube videos.

  Then out of nowhere, he says, “The good news is, bro, Maggie is in our circle and she’s best friends with your hot piece of ass, so you know she’ll be coming around a lot more.”

  He’s right. I’ve already spent too much of my time thinking about this. Sliding off my seat, I leave my cup on the counter. I need a way to relieve this newly developed tension I’m feeling. Vicky antics are old, and if I stick with my other method, I’m going to develop chapped dick. “I’m heading to the gym; you wanna go?”

  “Nah, I’m gonna sit here and recuperate from last night. At the party, I honed in on a sexy little up-and-coming freshman. You better believe I twisted her into a pretzel and salted that ass.”

  I give him a quick nod and make my way to my room, taking the stairs two at a time.

  The gym is fairly quiet for a Saturday morning. Usually the stay-at-home moms attend step-class, or the old fuckers clog up the treadmills. Not many young people come this early. I suppose they’re probably nursing their hangovers or doing that awkward walk of shame. For me, it’s about coming early to avoid seeing the meatheads flexing in the mirror or bumping into one of my quick fucks whose name I don’t remember. After scanning my membership card, I try to sneak past the front desk, knowing Stacy, one of those quick fucks, is there. Let’s get one thing straight. The only reason why I remember her name is she hunts me down every time I’m in here and that little name badge is positioned perfectly on her left tit. I can’t miss it.

  I’m not fast enough, and I see Stacy coming from the corner of my eye as I close the tiny locker that holds my keys. “Hey sexy, you like, walked right by and didn’t say hi. Did you not see me?” she says, obnoxiously dragging her pink nails up and down my bicep.

  A repulsive tremor shakes me, and I take a step back so her MRSA-infected fingernails fall off me. “Yeah, I’m kind of strapped for time today. I promised to take Grammy out to dinner for her seventy-fifth birthday tonight, so I’m just trying to get in and out.” Lies.

  “Aw, you are like, sooo sweet! Well, if things, like, fall through with Grammy or, like, you want company, call me. You have my number.” Before spinning around, she blows me a kiss, which I dodge. I don’t even want those.

  I’m one hundred-percent sure I don’t have her number. The only numbers I keep are for my prime pussy, my all-stars, an elite few that would drop everything and come running, and even those are few and far between.

  The weight area is empty, so I start there, picking up a set of fifty-pound hand bel
ls and doing my usual curls, presses, and squats. I love the burning in my muscles; it wakes me up and puts me in a good mood. Continuing along through my usual rotation, I move to an ab machine that faces out to the rest of the gym and take a seat. I’m about to start a rep when I see my blond cutie running on the treadmill in front of me.

  Well, I’ll be damned. My smile grows deeper, and I take sixty seconds to absorb everything about her. I notice her narrow waist, her small perky tits bouncing in that royal blue tank top with every step, the way her ass fills those white spandex shorts just right, accentuating those tone tan legs, and not a sliver of makeup. Man . . . she’s a goddess. My legs work before my mind, and I can’t stop myself, making my way over to her treadmill. As soon as she sees me, a hint of disgust flickers across her face, and she reaches down and slows the belt to a walking pace.

  Leaning on the front right corner of her machine, I stick my hand out for a shake, shooting her a smooth smile. “Hi, I’m Talon. Nice to see you again. We really didn’t get a proper introduction yesterday.”

  Reluctantly, she pops out one of her ear buds and places her hand in mine. “Lo.”

  Her hand is tiny and her skin is so soft. For a moment, I lose track of what I’m going to say, but then I get my shit together. “Well, Lo, why don’t we—?”

  Abruptly, she holds a hand up, cutting me off. “Whoa, let me stop you right there. Whatever it is you’re about to offer, I’m not interested. So save it for somebody else.”

  Scooping up her towel and water bottle, she steps off her machine, grabs her keys out of the tiny locker, and makes her way out the door to the parking lot as I watch mystified. What the hell just happened?

  A smile grows across my face, and all kinds of ways to play this swirl in my mind. She just made this a challenge. If I wasn’t interested before, I’m certainly interested now. Here comes my A-game, tighten up and focus. Eventually, I get them all. I just have to take it one step at a time, and in the end, I’ll have my little trophy. If this girl wants to brawl, call me fuckin Mike Tyson, beyotch!”