Beaten (Broken Book 1)

by Rue, Rebekah

  Make love . . . what is that? I’ve never done it.

  I cup her cheeks in my hands and pull her off my cock, gently pulling her face to mine, claiming her lips so, so softly, knowing they’re tender. Standing up, I take her around the waist and gently place her in the center of the furry rug. I unbutton my shirt from the bottom to the top and shed all my clothes, letting them drop next to the cocktail table. My cock is livid, waiting impatiently, but he’ll have to wait a little longer.

  I kneel over her, undoing the top button on her pants, and draw down her zipper, peeling her jeggings off inside out and throwing them to the side. Her panties are sexy as fuck, and I just want to eat them off her pussy. They’re white with silver metallic embroidered vines. The straps lying over her hips are dainty and thin with two tiny bows perched on each side. I run a finger under the elastic and let it pop, drawing a moan and a shift of her hips. “I like these.”

  “Then don’t rip them.” Her sassy mouth warms me and makes me harder.

  I do rip them because what’s underneath is way more important. I toss them to the side, and fuck me if she doesn’t whimper my name. I can’t take my eyes off her as I let my hands explore, memorizing what makes her moan and bite her lip, what makes her come alive, and loving her body all the way down.

  Our mouths come together and sparks erupt between our tongues, twisting the two together. Tenderly, I finger her throat to her nipples, massaging around her hips and gently stroking her budding core until her pussy is nicely glistening. The smell of innocence.

  She happily withers under me, stretching her hands above her head. Holding myself up on top of her, I push her hair back, appreciating all the beauty before me. Her cheeks are flushed, eyes dilated, and her skin carries a light layer of sweat from the heat of her body and the fire warming us.

  I draw my face close to hers. “You sure you want to do this?” If she’s not ready, I’ll retreat to safer ground, even though we’re both hot with desire.

  Her eyes are intensely filled with love, and I want nothing more than to take care of her. Take this slow and speak with my hands. She nods. “Yes, please.”

  Taking a controlling breath, I slowly kiss down the center line of her body, dragging my hands along her sides until I reach her bare mound. Lo parts her legs without me telling her, showing me her perfect pink pussy. With a light touch, Lo swipes a finger up the center of her core and sucks on that finger from the corner of her mouth. The sight is extreme, and I throb and swell to unparalleled proportions.

  “Take me, Talon.”

  Fuck. Breathe. Breathe.

  Keep this slow.

  With kneading strokes, I rub up and down her thighs, loosening her up and creeping towards the spot I can’t take my eyes off of. Inhaling, I brush my tongue across her outer surface, slowly moving my tongue back and forth to nestle between her folds, lapping up drops of her arousal. Lo is smooth to the touch, completely waxed and wet.

  I push back her hood and suck on her clit, making pulsating motions with my mouth, wanting to smile when she clutches balls of the fur in her small hands. She tugs the fur rug, and I imagine the prickling pain I would feel if that were my hair.

  Torturously, I push my tongue in and out of her opening, curving the tip to hit hypersensitive nerves. “Oh!” She moans loudly, kneading her breasts and teasing her nipples. Her hips move at a frantic pace, her muscles reaching for my tongue, seeking out her release. I throw an arm over her hips, avoiding a fleeting finale. “Easy . . . let me take care of you.”

  “Please, please, I need it.” She strains her words.

  Kissing her real quick, I lean over, grab a condom from my jeans, and roll it on. Tenderly, I interlace our fingers, pulling her arms taut above her head, stretching her, giving her an affectionate smile as I settle between her parted thighs.

  “Breathe.” I stretch out that word and gently push into her, focusing on breathing through the demand to thrust hard.

  Inch by slow inch heaven encases me. “God, you are perfect.” I can’t help but praise her. Our eyes are connected until she tilts her head back, squeezing my finger tighter and moaning openmouthed when I’m completely in. Holy Christ, she’s magnificent and tight. My balls burn as I hold off my release. Purse-lipped, I breathe out and hold still, waiting for her arched spine to drift back to the ground. With so much passion, I kiss her wholeheartedly until my dick shifts in and inches deeper into her core. Drawing my hips back, I begin moving them to a pleasing rhythm. I do my very best to not dominate. “Don’t pull your eyes away, baby. Keep them with mine.” Intently, she looks back at me, full on panting.

  The intense love I feel for her, her hot moans, and the unbelievable fact that this is happening are all so overwhelming. Still I need to feel all of her.

  Without missing a beat, I rip the condom off and fill her completely with me again, making her eyes roll to the back of her skull. She knots her ankles behind my back, opening up a whole new world of sensations. Our connected bodies dive deeper, delightful shivers run hotter, and the will to prolong this grows bleak. Her head tilts back, crying out louder in pleasure, and I catch a pink nipple in my mouth, sucking, rolling the end between my teeth. We’re so close. I fix on her face, whispering sweet words, staying connected one way or another. When her orgasm hits, her lips stumble around our kiss but quickly catch pace again. I swallow every time she cries my name, loving the taste. Not a second later my jaw clenches and my balls constrict, rocketing a surge of hot semen out of me harder than ever.

  Pure bliss.

  Exhausted, I drop down, trying not to crush her. I drop L-bombs left and right, meaning every word, and tenderly caress her, enjoying how well-fucked she looks. I put that look on her face. I made her feel all of that. I’m like a proud father holding his child for the first time. We will forever be connected by a simple act.

  Chapter 21

  Lo

  There are so many romantic words for love, thoughtful actions to perform to show it. Whether it comes naturally or not, it’s in all of us: some deeper than others. I wish I could think up the perfect words to describe last night, but I can’t because . . . there are no words.

  Is it bad that I want to compare the two? Yes, it’s not even fair since they’re worlds apart, and both are exactly what I need. For the next week, we stay knotted up, barely coming out to eat. It’s phenomenal. My boy Talon has much trickery up his sleeve. The weeks fly and classes are about to start back up again. Twelve credits down, too many more to go.

  Chime. I glance at my cell.

  Heath: It’s a new year. You know you’re in the right place when so much peace from your soul reflects outwards. Love you.

  I gasp. There I lie in black and white, spray painted on canvas. In the portrait, I’m nude, on my back, crossways on the bed. Only my long messy hair is draped over the edge and down the side of the mattress. The angle from which he painted it makes it look like he was on the floor sketching the image. My right arm is casually resting over my chest, hiding my nipples, and my knees are bent up and together. This is definitely after we made love. He’s right. I did feel peace. The painting still looks wet, and I wonder if he’s in his studio back in Texas this very second. It’s stirring because I feel so much guilt, thinking back to what I did, how I deceived Talon. I’m so sorry I did. A strong part of me feels guilty for simply enjoying Heath’s messages, even though I don’t control him. I won’t reply or say I love you back. Argh, I’m deleting the message now.

  A craving for chocolate has me going to the fridge. M&M’s, my favorite. About half the bag might do the trick. I’m feeling the effects of Aunt Flow coming into town.

  Maggie is coming in the front door, holding the mail, and spots me. “Wait a minute. Come here and hold still.” She checks me out. The mega smile slides up and she chuckles. “Did someone get banged like a pinkie toe?”

  I can’t help but laugh out loud.

  “How was he?”

  I shake my head, feeling bashful.

 
; “How many times?”

  I shake my head again.

  “Give me something. Does it curve left, up, or to the right?”

  Another shake.

  “Come on, is he circumcised?” I smile and nod.

  “I need to pat the man on the back for finding a way to break through all the cobwebs your coochie has been collecting for the last twenty years. You look more womanly now. Your tits look firmer.”

  I shake my head. “Period.”

  “Your face appears rosier.”

  “Hormones.”

  “You always seem really happy lately.”

  “Mood swings.”

  “See, if everyone would just have a little more sex, the world would be a much happier place. Do they even count horny as an emotion?”

  She has me baffled. “Yeah, I’m sure they do.”

  “Here, this came for you today,” she says, handing over a large manila envelope.

  “Thanks.” I rip open the edge and pull out a typed sheet of paper with the Texas Police Department logo on the top of it.

  Ref. case #: BT64005388

  Addressee: 5882 Regal Pines Rd, Austin, TX 78703

  To the deed holder (Knight, Lo Ray):

  You are being notified that the address above was broken into and appears to have sustained a moderate amount of vandalism. The police department has roped off the home, and no suspects have been arrested at this time. For more information or to speak with the detective handling your case, please call (648)555-0927 Thank you.

  Graham County Police Department, always on your side to protect and serve.

  When I left a year ago, I had no problem collecting my things and leaving our home, but I couldn’t sell it. I take a deep breath, thinking about what needs to be done first. Should I call Heath and ask him to go to the house and check on things? No, that’s a bad idea. He’s probably busy, and I’ll still wonder what condition the house is in and what the thieves took if anything.

  Next, I call the detective. He doesn’t tell me much more than what was in the letter besides there has been a string of break-ins in the area and not to worry because the police are getting closer to catching the perpetrators. Right.

  “What’s that?” Maggie asks, coming out from the kitchen.

  “It’s a letter from the police back home. My house was broken into.”

  “Oh, babe, you gotta go. School doesn’t start for another week; you have time.”

  That’s not the part I’m worried about.

  “Stop worrying. I know what you’re thinking, and he’ll be fine without you for a few days. Plus, he and Stone will be holed up at Lady Parts all this week anyway. You know the LTR race expo is coming up in Vegas and they’re going. Everything will be fine. Go!”

  I breathe a sigh of relief.

  I can tell by his voice on the phone that he’s not happy. “You have to go this week?”

  “Yes.”

  “It makes me real uneasy that you’re going alone. Maybe I can shift my schedule around or you can leave on a different day and I can come with you.”

  “That’s not going to work. I’ll end up missing the first day of class.”

  “Damn it!” He yells, slamming his fist down on something so hard I have to pull the phone away from my ear. Then he pauses like he’s thinking.

  I quickly intervene, soothing him with words as I would my daddy. “I’ll call when I get there and check in everyday, so keep your phone on you.”

  “Damn straight you will.” Then his voice softens. “Please be careful. You haven’t even left, and my mind is going manic already. I’m at least taking you to the airport and seeing you off.”

  “Of course, I wouldn’t want anyone else.” Now I know he’s smiling.

  At least the flight was quick, but the deplaning isn’t. Some elderly gentleman is having chest pains. All I keep thinking is Please, God, don’t let this guy die on the plane. That has to be a bad omen. EMS, firefighters, paramedics, they’re all waiting at the gate.

  “This is your captain speaking. For the safety of others, please remain seated until all emergency personnel have exited the plane. We will begin unloading as soon as we’re given the all clear. Thank you for your patience, and thank you for flying with us.”

  I hail a taxi and get the one that drives slow as molasses, or maybe my nerves are just too anxious to get there. After paying my fare and collecting my bags, I trudge up the driveway, surveying the front for damage. My luggage wheels bang up the front steps, and that’s when a man stands up at the far right corner of the house, startling a hand to my chest.

  Heath Mavrick.

  He’s bronzed from the sun and bare-chested, glistening with sweat. He’s wearing ripped jeans that are riding low on his hips and dirty work boots, and his white T-shirt is tucked in his back pocket. His hair is a mess as if he ran his fingers through it to keep it from falling in his dirt-streaked face while he worked. The house doesn’t look half as bad as I expected, and now I see that someone has already started the clean-up process. Broken windows are boarded up, half the house has been painted, and the landscaping has been kept up. I owe him so bad.

  I hold utterly still, turning my head to watch him approach. He stops one step below mine, putting us almost eye level. I clutch my suitcase tighter to keep my hands from touching him. “How long are you mine for?” Heath asks, his hands resting at his side.

  I still feel tender from our last run-in and am not playing his game. “Let me remind you that I’m not yours, and the answer to your other question is four days.”

  “Deny it all you want, but remember . . . you are mine when you’re in my state.”

  Delusional bastard. He’s been huffing too many fumes. I move to enter, but Heath stops me. “Whoa, don’t go in there.”

  “Why? I need to see what condition it’s in so I can sleep here tonight.”

  “You can’t sleep here tonight. You don’t have proper windows or secure locks.” I sigh. “I have an extra room at my place. We can—”

  “No! We can’t anything. Don’t you see that it’s a bad idea? I’ll go to a hotel.”

  “Why? That’s nuts! I’ll respect your boundaries, and we can talk about what’s left to do in the house.” He has me and he knows it. With that, I make a poor judgement call and believe him. He may not have a problem with keeping his hands to himself, but I think I’m going to find it quite difficult.

  We ride back twenty minutes later on his beautiful custom Shrike bike, my small suitcase strapped somehow to the back while my hands hold on to anything but him.

  Dismounting, I take off his only helmet and use my fingers to brush through my unruly hair. My arms tremble with vibrating numbness from holding on for dear life, so I shake them out. Heath unstraps my suitcase and carries it up the front steps, holding the front door open for me. “Shall I carry you over the threshold, sweetheart?”

  “Don’t.” I bite.

  Heath smiles down at me as I enter. His house is gorgeous and clean, designed with all the natural features of a ranch home. Walls look like they were knocked down to open up the kitchen into the living room. Natural light spills in through large windows, highlighting strong wooden beams that vault into high ceilings. Double French doors line the back wall, allowing access to a broad balcony that overlooks the swimming pool and running acreage.

  “You coming?” Heath asks from the stairs. Silently, I follow. He shoulders open the second door to our right and sets my luggage next to the bed. “You should be comfortable in here. Wash up, come back down, and we can discuss dinner.”

  I’m turning my head to acknowledge him when he brings it up. “Where is he, Lo? Does he even know you’re here?”

  My eyes narrow on him. I’d say this falls in our boundaries’ agreement. “That’s none of your business, and I’m not here to talk about him.”

  Boldly, he takes a big step in my direction, holding tension in his eyes. “All I’m saying is if you were my girlfriend, you wouldn’t be flying way over he
re, alone, to check out your home that’s been broken into. If something happens to you, do you think he can get here fast enough?” Those intense eyes set on me.

  I use every ounce of my self-control to not burst with anger or wilt from sadness. I’m no longer that weak girl, but he’s spot on. “Can you please give me some privacy?” I say with a shaky voice. Breathe calmly in and out.

  Heath sighs heavily, dropping his gaze to the floor, turning on his heels. Just as he’s closing my door, he stops and his voice turns very sad. “All I’m saying is a simple check-in at night wouldn’t be good enough for me.” Click. Click. I stare at the back of the closed door Heath just exited out of.

  Sitting down on the side of the bed, I rub my eyelids. Damn him! Stop it, Lo. He’s just trying to place doubt. Don’t let him. Bending down, I pull my phone from my bag and call Talon. I need his love. He’s probably going to yell at me since I didn’t call the second I arrived as I said I would. Anxiously, I wait while it rings and rings and rings until it sends me to voicemail. I hang up, not leaving a message and punch out a text instead.

  Lo: Made it safe. Don’t know much about the house. Will check it out tomorrow. Getting something to eat. Call U later. I love you.

  I need some time to compose myself. I brush out the knots in my hair, wipe away the smeared mascara, and check my phone a hundred times for a reply. After thirty minutes, I give up and head back downstairs. Heath is sitting on the couch, watching TV, his feet casually up and crossed at the ankle on the coffee table. He watches me take every step down, and when I hit the landing, he pats the cushion next to him.

  I take the farthest cushion away from him. It was just as soft and safe.

  “Everything okay?” he asks, studying me.

  Watching two people on the TV flipping a house, I nod. “Yep.” I know he doesn’t believe me, but he doesn’t question me either.