Beaten (Broken Book 1)

by Rue, Rebekah

  “Nice! Do you need help with anything?”

  Stone stands up, brushing his hands off on his shorts and draping an arm around my shoulder. “Nope, but today’s a big day for you, my man. You should probably head upstairs, trim the old pubes, give Rubik a good polishing, but do that shit over the toilet because that’s just nasty to find curly hairs in the sink.”

  I stared at Stone, confused, wondering if his mother smoked crack while he was in the womb. “Who’s Rubik?” I ask.

  He gapes at me as if I’m stupid. “Your dick, bro! Rubik is your dick! The longer you play with it, the harder it gets.”

  I clutch my chest, laughing so hard I almost spill my coffee.

  “Now go.” He gives me a shove. “There will be numerous honeys here before you know it just waiting to give your monkey his birthday spankings.”

  “You aren’t right. You know that?” I say, pointing at him, walking back inside.

  From there, I move about, prepping the house for when the mass of bodies will arrive. I can’t help this nervous excitement; I have to keep my hands moving. What happened between Lo and me last night was . . . huge. I’m sorry to say that I ever had doubts about what we could be. Mainly the doubt lies within me, but she stays true with each attempt to push her away. She didn’t run when things got shitty, and that’s the kind of girl I need in my life.

  I arrange the alcohol and pull out tons of shot glasses, locking certain rooms and stripping my bed, donning it with fresh sheets. Lo will be in my bed tonight, no exceptions. Last night got completely out of hand, and I want to make it up to her. First for scaring her shitless and then treating what happened in the bathroom like she was just another one of my dirty flings.

  I’m an ass. She puts me in a demanding, controlling, winner-takes-all mood. Once she left, I lay in my bed, staring up at the ceiling and jerked off to the thought of her riding my dick. I envisioned her pussy slick enough I could easily glide in till she couldn’t take anymore of me inside her. Her silky tongue working mine between soft cries of pleasure, I didn’t sleep a wink last night. Pathetic, I know.

  Slowly people start to show up. I can’t help my body’s natural reaction every time the doorbell rings. Still no Lo. She should have been here by now. With relief, twenty minutes later a message comes through from Maggie saying that they had a hiccup and would be here shortly. I need a shot, anything to chill my nerves. I fill the tiny glass up and down the hatch the fire liquid goes. Just as I slam down the second shot, two tiny hands slide over my eyes and I can’t help the massive smile that spreads. “It’s about damn time you got here, woman!” I exclaim, grabbing her wrists and twisting around, only to be met with brown eyes. Vicky, fuck!

  “I missed you too, baby. Where’s your little pet? I don’t see her trailing behind you on her leash.”

  “Don’t be a bitch, Vicky. If you’re going to try to fuck shit up, you can leave or you can stay and enjoy yourself, but you will leave Lo alone. You got me? If I even see you looking at her funny, I’ll tell Shane you’re the reason why he developed that nasty discharge last summer.”

  Her facial reaction resembles a blowup doll’s. “Ah, that’s just wrong. I’m clean.”

  “Yeah, well, one slipup and you’ll magically have gonorrhea. Got it? Stay the fuck away from her.”

  “I don’t know why I even liked you.”

  “That’s your mistake.” Vicky has my motherfucking blood pumping, and I’m already pacing like a caged tiger.

  Just then I feel the vibrations of a deep rumble across the floors and push past Vicky into the garage. The best-looking set of legs steps out of my Mustang, and I can’t seem to let go of the door frame since it’s holding me up. My palms itch anxiously to hold her, and my soul begins to calm at her sight. She casually re-adjusts her sleek deep-blue strappy dress. I don’t know what they call them; all I know is God created them to torture me.

  Without glimpsing in my direction, she strolls to the trunk and fishes out a cinch bag, hopefully filled with a change of overnight clothes, or not, it doesn’t matter. When the trunk closes, that’s when our eyes met, connecting our souls for a magical minute. The prettiest blush appears on her cheeks, and I watch as her eyes wander down my bare chest, her pupils dilating.

  She likes what she sees. Good! Standing in front, she stretches up onto her tippy toes and wraps her arms around my neck. Ah, perfect, I can’t stop myself from taking her in deeper, lifting her up off the ground, intensifying her sweet scent. “Happy birthday,” her beautiful voice sings, as she beams up at me, her face inches from mine. How easy it would be to transfer all her pink gloss onto my lips. Believe me I really think about it, but showing her respect and how vital she is to me seems more important.

  “I’m sorry we’re late. Diddy struck again. I swear that cat has it out for me.” I give her an encouraging smile to go on, setting her down. “I went into my bathroom to turn on my flat iron and left it to get dressed. Five minutes, later when I came back and started to curl my hair, this kick-you-in-the-face smell evolved. So I set the iron down and that’s when my hand hit liquid.” She paused. “Turns out Diddy peed on my flat iron, and my hair reeked of urine.”

  I laugh so hard for a long moment. She doesn’t laugh and that’s when I tame myself.

  “Stop it.” She smiles. I reach over and take her bag, pulling her hand into mine. Such a happy man, I casually pivot around and lead her to my room. I wish we could stay there all day and all night tangled up, naked in each other’s arms. My heart rate flutters, and I feel my dick thicken just thinking about it. I pray one day it will actually happen. It pisses me off that Maggie’s dick douche brother takes advantage of Lo’s genuine goodness. I'm not completely stupid. I know she's not a virgin, but the fact that she would let him inside her fucks with my mind. If she wants a fuck buddy, there’s one standing right in front of her. For once, I don’t just want to be emotionless. I want Lo’s respect, and the scary part is I need it. The more time we spend together, the harder it is to not have any. I'm just hoping today I can help her acknowledge some of those feelings.

  I drop Lo’s bag on my bed and stand next to my door, arms crossed over my chest and waiting patiently while she easily moves about my room, completely comfortable like it’s half hers. That’s how I like things. She’s the only woman I allow in my room; it just all feels too personal. She pulls out a handful of triangles and strings and holds it in the air. “I'm just gonna change and I’ll be down in a sec.”

  I give her a chin lift and step back, shutting the door behind me. I stand there for a minute, guarding my door but realize it might freak her out when she opens it. So reluctantly I leave.

  A long breeze blows through the bustling backyard, filling the area with laughter and good music. It’s one of the hottest days we’ve had so far this year, making it a perfect day to hang by the water. I register the sound of the French doors opening and closing behind me; then shortly afterward, Lo appears at my side. I smile happily and point to the backyard. “What do you want to do first?” I ask, looking down at her.

  She gently slides her hand around my bent elbow, pointing to the far end of the yard where the land drastically slopes. In years past, we’d always set up a slip n slide there, but this year Stone found this large translucent sphere that you ride in called an OGO. “Alright, babe, let’s go,” I say, placing a possessive hand over hers, keeping her locked to me, and leading us in that direction. I hope every one of these fuckers takes note of who she’s with. They can find their own Lo; this one is taken. She just doesn’t know it yet.

  We round the pool to the back corner of the yard, and I have to admit I might have walked a little slower than necessary, loving the sway of her body with mine and the way the breeze curls her hair around my bicep. I hadn’t noticed until she turned around, but she is barely covered in one of the tiniest bikinis ever. My mouth starts salivating, and I take a few calming breaths, wondering how I’m going to remedy my blue balls tonight.

  The OGO si
ts tall on the top of the hill. A small hole on the side allows for four people to ride, but I make damn sure this will only be a party for two. Fuck if I’ll allow another man to bump and rub up against her near-naked body. The thought sickens me. One by one we slide through the tiny hole. Lo climbs in with ease, whereas I have to work my broad shoulders and hips to fit. In the ball, we sit in a puddle of water; this allows us to slide around as the ball rolls.

  “You ready?” I ask, my voice echoing off the plastic.

  She slides her hand in mine while the other wraps around my heart, her eyes bright and her smile so big it’s contagious. “Ready,” she confidently says.

  I give the signal, and Brad gives us a push, starting our wet and wild ride. Imagine a washing machine on gentle cycle, that’s what this is like. Her whimsical laughter pipes through my ears, etching in my brain as if it’s being played on the purest surround-sound speakers. We don’t maintain personal space. No, fuck personal space. We’re teasingly tangled in a mess of limbs by the time we get to the bottom. I never want to stop touching her. With my free hand, I hook my finger through the hairs that are stuck to her face, drawing the strands from her eyes and lips. What hit me are sparkling smiling green eyes. Her draw, personality, and her face are a dangerous combination for me. I can’t keep eye contact for long, or my tongue is going to try to make friends fast. Thank God she speaks.

  “Can we go again?”

  I nod. I’ll do this all night if she wants. The two of us in our own personal little bubble, what could be better?

  We ride the hill over and over, having the best time of our lives. Her giggles are more drugging than any pill can make me feel on this day. Lo mentions that she needs a rest, so I help her up and out of the ball, taken aback when she stops to readjust her suit. My eyes are glued to each spot she adjusts as she pulls the spandex from her behind with a snap. Sweet Jesus that ass!! My dick throbs, reminding me he’s still here.

  We retire to a set of recliners. I turn mine in the opposite direction so we’re facing each other but still right next to her. I chalk it up to having better sunlight in this direction, but Lo knows better, giving me a cutesy smile. Lo lays her head back and relaxes all her muscles with a sigh, closing her eyes. I sit there and stare for as long as I want, envying the tiny droplets that run off her skin to the hot ground. The most beautiful girl is lying next to me, and I can’t do half the things my body is begging me to do. That alone makes me real fidgety.

  After some time, Lo dozes off, so I step away to check on the rest of the house. Maya and Trixie are in the kitchen, prepping a tray of ribs and hamburgers for the grill. “Do you have some time, Talon, to put these on for us?” Trixie asks.

  I don’t mind. I can at least be some help and also keep an eye on Lo. “Sure, load me up.”

  “Great! The animals are starting to get restless.”

  I grill up trays and trays of food, happily sipping on my beer to Jimmy Buffet. Everyone is having a great time when, out the corner of my eye, I notice Lo sit up and rake her eyes across the backyard. It’s empowering to witness firsthand her need to find me, and when she does, she spares me an adorable smile and wave of her hand. I return her smile, bringing my attention back to the burning burgers. Shit!

  After a while, Chrissy comes over, yakking on about the smack Skid’s been spouting. I just happen to look up, and Vicky’s standing over Lo. Her hand is shielding the sun as she looks up; her body stills at Vicky’s words. I knew I couldn’t trust that hoe. No doubt she’s giving the CliffNotes version of my sex life, pumping her full of doubt. My legs ache to go over there and protect her, but my lifestyle is no secret. Yet I see Vicky’s intentions. If Vicky can run Lo off, in her mind, it makes her numero uno again. Yeah, well, her days are numbered, and my scolding eyes are screaming everything my mouth wants to say to her. She finishes with a phony smile, bending down and pulling Lo into an awkward half hug. Her expression is unreadable.

  Lo slowly stands up and stretches, pulling her arms over her head while arching her back to elongate her torso. Her long hair dangles down in soft waves, tickling the top of her ass. I stare, hoping to make eye contact so I might be able to see what’s going on in her brain, but no, she seems to avoid my gaze and walks inside. How frustrating. I will the burgers to hurry, scooping up the plate of food and swinging open the French doors, dropping the tray on the island a little too hard.

  “Whoa, everything alright?” Stone asks, pulling his hands off the counter.

  I blow out a hard breath. “Yeah, where’s Lo?”

  “I don’t know. I saw her go upstairs.”

  Shit, I have to stop her from leaving.

  Lo

  It only takes me a few minutes to pee. I swing open the bathroom door and am startled to see Talon sitting on the side of his bed.

  “You scared me. Why aren’t you outside?” I say with a hand to my chest.

  He doesn’t say anything, simply extends his open arms. It only takes me five steps to get to him. He smiles down fondly, squeezing an oomph from my lungs.

  “I’m going to tie you to my bed if you keep on disappearing on me like that,” Talon says, tapping the tip of my nose.

  The tingling heat starts between my legs and travels all the way to my cheeks. “You can’t be serious,” I say, wishing he is.

  “Try me. I would love to show your little ass just how serious I am.”

  A part of me wants to test his limits. The thought of being tied up sends a thrill fingering my nerves. Hell, the idea of having sex for the first time tickles my arousal. You can try to prepare yourself for the unknown but it’s just that. No advice or movies or books can prepare you like your own personal experience. That, I have limited knowledge of.

  As the night darkens, the house slowly fills with wall-to-wall people. I stay by Talon’s side the whole night, protectively tucked under his arm. He seems to want me here, so that’s where I’m staying. We happen to be walking into the living room when every light in the house plummets into darkness. My grip around Talon’s hand tightens, not sure what happened, and then Stone’s voice projects from the large speakers in the corner of the room. “Let’s get this party started, bitches!” he yells.

  Someone flips a switch, basking everyone in a black light glow, and a mass of cheers erupts while the mega speakers pump out an erotic beat. Beautiful girls strut around, serving shots in neon test tubes, wearing flesh-colored bras and panties, giving the appearance of being naked.

  I have no idea what is in those tubes, but clearly it isn’t just alcohol. The shot is highly potent, and it doesn’t take much to have me feeling it effects. I’m light as a feather, relaxed, and flirty. It seems to elevate all five of my senses. Talon pulls me onto the busy dance floor with a twirl through the shifting bodies.

  I love to dance. All those days spent training on my parents’ dime I don’t think were meant for this moment. Talon’s dancing is very flirtatious. Then again that’s his style. Mastering the art of sweet talking panties off women must bleed through in all aspects of his life. I gaze up at him as he stares down at me. His hands roam my bikini bare body, gliding easily over my skin with the help of a thin layer of perspiration, igniting chills and a burn all at the same time as we laugh and sway into each other.

  Closing my eyes, I let the numbness flow through my veins, the room moving in slow motion. My hands hook in the waist band of his trunks as I do a body roll against Talon’s front, pulling his hips to me as I push my breasts up and pull my body away. That’s when a thick wet something brushes down my front, between my breasts all the way down my stomach, stopping at the elastic band on my suit.

  Paint. Neon paint. Talon flirtatiously smiles as he holds a heavy paint brush dipped in a swirl of bright colors. The colors are psychedelically beautiful and bright, glowing strong under the black lights. Looking around, I see everyone is painted in some form.

  I spin my back to him, draping an arm around his neck, the other stroking his thigh as I roll my hips into his pelvis
. Talon continues to tempt at a slow-paced tease, breathing into my neck, tracing the cold rough bristles around the side of my left breast, down across my spine, dragging it over my right hip bone, and swiping it around my inner thigh. The harder he pushes the brush, the more the colors change. I push out a pent-up breath, barely able to breathe, my mind fuzzy and my body aching for only one thing.

  He deliciously builds my body up. I’m practically panting, my body on fire. All I want is Talon. A hard smack to my ass that stings with the wet brush wakes me right up. Not only does that fireball in my pelvis disintegrate with his strike, but paint splatters everywhere. I figure now is the best time to excuse myself and sober up. I need to calm down before I just bend over this vibrating speaker and let him take me from behind.

  I motion for his attention and break his hold. “I’ll be right back. I have to use the bathroom,” I yell.

  He leans in close and raises his voice over the music. “You alright?

  With a shaky smile, I wave him off. Before I can escape, he snags my chin, speaking into my hair. “When you’re done, come right back. I’ll be right here; don’t be long.” He leans back slightly, making sure I get the message.

  After nodding, I wobble through the heavily packed hallways, finding the door I’m seeking. My fingers are numb as I lock myself in. The inside of the bathroom is still. I rest my hands flat against the cold counter and stare at the wavering figure in the mirror.

  No more drinks, I think, breathing in several mind-clearing breaths, drinking handfuls of sink water. Who am I kidding? I’ve over done it. I soak a washcloth and place it on the back of my neck, hanging my head over the sink full of steaming hot water.

  A few heavy bangs come from the door, accompanied by yells to hurry up. “Alright, alright,” I moan, splashing some water on my face and taking another scoop in my mouth, blindly reaching for the hand towel on the wall.

  Just as the banging starts again, I swing the door open, meeting a very handsome dark-haired man with very familiar pale blue eyes. I look at him. Like really look at him. His face sports features I’ve seen before: so strong, so manly, so alluring.