Play Me to Infinity (The Broken Men Chronicles Book 3)

by Carey Decevito

  I hung up and jumped into my car, shifted it into reverse, and peeled away before I lost the nerve.

  I felt so empty, so confused. Lost. I needed to do something to get my mind off of things. A swim seemed like a good idea. I hadn’t done laps in my pool in weeks.

  Not bothering to lock the door as I walked through the threshold, I stripped off my clothes, shedding one layer at a time until I was standing naked as the day I was born by my pool’s edge.

  Numb.

  I dove in, feeling the cool water wrap around me, making my outsides feel just as chilled as my insides.

  I don’t know how long I was swimming for, and I don’t care. There was no one to be around, no appointments, no places to go. The only person I cared to see was in her home, locked away, battling emotions I had no clue what they entailed.

  “You must be one pissed off son of a bitch!” I heard when I surfaced at the end of a lap, my muscles aching with exhaustion. Ben sat on a poolside footstool, leaning onto his knees with an assessing gaze.

  “Or a sorry one.” I tried to catch my breath. “What are you doing here?”

  “Danica called me. She’s been trying to get a hold of you, but you haven’t picked up.”

  “So you know?”

  “Your sister filled me in on enough. It explains why I haven’t seen you in a while.” He smirked. “I take it that it didn’t go so well.”

  “Yeah, well, I should have known it wouldn’t work.” I snorted. “I thought this time was going to be different. It’s bad that it took me a long time to figure out that Tracey wasn’t the one for me, but this…” Fuck, did it hurt on a new level.

  Ben nodded in understanding. “Listen, I’ve got to go and get a few orders sorted out before the dinner rush, but drop by later, we can talk.”

  “Maybe.”

  “If you’re not there by ten, I’m hunting you down.”

  “Right.” My chuckle was humorless.

  “Seriously, man.” He turned at the entrance from the patio and looked at me. “It’ll be fine. Something tells me that if she’s as smart as she is, she’ll figure it out, and she’ll be back.”

  “I won’t hold my breath. I don’t think it’s what she wants, she’s too fucking scared.”

  “Scared is a good reason, but not good enough.”

  “Practice what you preach, Carpenter. Wasn’t it you who’s been telling me that you’re not interested in dating women because you’re scared?”

  “Not scared, try petrified.” He gave me a dry chuckle. “I found my love and lost her, man. I’m not in a rush to do it all over again.”

  “Later.”

  “Remember, no phone call or no showing your ass means I’m popping by to be your drinking buddy at quitting time.”

  “Yeah, yeah.”

  “By the way, put some clothes on.” My first real laugh of the day escaped and my best friend took his leave.

  Chapter 31

  After Ben’s departure, I got out of the pool and grabbed one of the few towels I kept out in an outdoor cabinet for such times.

  I headed inside and up to my room, wanting to soak up the heat from my shower, washing off the residual grime of chlorine and emotion down the drain.

  With the water turned off, I wrapped a towel around myself. It was then that I swore I could hear something coming from my bedroom.

  Everything looked normal, with the exception of my bed.

  At its foot lay a red rose, a CD case, and an MP3 player on a docking station which was playing soft music. Nicole’s voice filled the room through the tiny speakers and I found myself smiling. She’d been here. I picked up the case and looked it over. The titles to the songs were inscribed on the back, and there was a note written on its cover.

  Michael,

  This is for all the times you need a smile, the times you need to sleep, the times your soul needs soothing, and the times you need love. If all else fails, you have me.

  Love,

  Nic

  I smiled, but despite the sudden boost in happiness from her declaration, I was disappointed that the woman whose voice I could hear, accompanied by her guitar, wasn’t here in the flesh.

  Why did she go?

  I checked my phone.

  Ben had been right.

  Danica had left me several messages. Along with those, I had two from him, and five missed calls from Nicole.

  I got dressed in an old t-shirt and a pair of cargo shorts, ran my brush through my hair and fixed it so I didn’t look like I had just gotten out of bed.

  Heading downstairs, trying to figure out what to make for dinner, I decided that takeout would be the best option.

  When my feet hit the landing, en route for the kitchen where I stored the menus, I froze. Nicole stood by the picture window, looking out onto the world, her back mostly to me.

  “I wasn’t sure if you’d call back, so I came.” Her voice was strained softly with emotion. She had her arms wrapped around herself, her hands rubbing up and down as if chasing a chill away.

  “Thanks for the CD.”

  Thanks for the CD? I chastised myself for the comment. Couldn’t you come up with something better?

  My feet took me toward her and from the moment my arms wrapped around her waist, I felt the tension in her body dissipate. She leaned her back into my chest with a sigh of relief.

  “Were you worried that I wouldn’t want you?” I whispered in her ear, buffing my cheek against hers. Her small nod broke my heart. “You’re mine, Nic, I’ll always want you.” I gave her a squeeze.

  “How do you know?” She turned in my arms and faced me. Tears trickled down her cheeks. “I mean… I loved Dean too. What makes us so different? What makes you think that I deserve it? That we’ll be happy? That we won’t hurt each other?”

  “Let me ask you something.” I kissed her forehead. She closed her eyes, soaking in the small amount of comfort she could get from me. “Do you want to be happy? Are you looking to hurt me? Do you not feel deserving?”

  “Yes. God no! And no.” She tried to look away, but my hands cupped her face, trapping it so I could see the pain reflected in her eyes.

  “Dean really did a number on you, didn’t he?” I didn’t so much ask as I pointed out. “I’m happy you answered the first two with the right answers, but what bothers me is your last one.

  “Honey, you deserve more than you think. I see it, Danica sees it, and I know that everyone else in your life can too. You deserve the world, Nic, and as much as I know that, chances are, I will disappoint you at some point because I’m just a man, I’ll spend the time you give us making you feel deserving, and giving you everything I know you need.”

  I brushed her damp cheeks with the pad of my thumbs.

  “I’m sorry about how I reacted earlier.”

  “It wasn’t the reaction I was going for, but I got what I wanted in the end.” I smiled down at her.

  “And what’s that?”

  “You.”

  With one hand sliding around her waist, the other cradling the back of her head, I pulled her closer. Savoring the moment, I leaned in and she gave herself over.

  When her lips met mine, that familiar electrical sensation hit me tenfold. It was like all the missing links in my life were assuming in their rightful place.

  Her hands rubbed up my chest and found their way on either side of my neck, her thumbs tracing my jaw. It was a sweet kiss, one filled with passion, but no aggression. We took our time, tasting and delighting in the closeness, the warmth.

  The smile that graced her face when we pulled apart made me want to kiss her again and again until I knew it was going to be etched there permanently.

  “I love you,” I whispered and pecked her mouth.

  “I-I love you too, Michael.”

  I held her gaze. “Don’t say it if you don’t mean it.” I was serious.

  “Oh, I mean it,” she said with confidence. “It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever had to say.”

  “I know
the feeling,” I smirked down at her, “but I’m glad it’s out.”

  “So what do we do now?” She hugged me.

  “I don’t know about you, but after not having lunch, I feel like ordering myself and my girlfriend a pizza, settling in with a movie, maybe a fire, and some serious you-and-me time.” I wiggled my brows when she tilted her head up to look at me.

  “I have a feeling that I’m not going to want to leave here tonight. Maybe I should go home and pick up a few things.”

  “You won’t need them.” I gave her my best mischievous grin. “I plan on having you naked most of the time anyway. I have a lot of proving to do when it comes to convincing you what you deserve, and I don’t care if Danica tears me a new one come Sunday, when I’m a no-show for our family dinner.”

  “Is that so?”

  “Mmm.” I pressed my lips to hers and stayed there. “It is.”

  Chapter 32

  Nicole was right where I wanted her: naked and vulnerable on the plush rug by the fireplace. Tonight, she would be shown thoroughly, and convinced undeniably, of my love for her.

  Something niggled at me though, and I couldn’t quite figure what it was. I was forgetting something.

  Pushing the feeling out of my mind, I proceeded to dote on my woman like no man ever could.

  With a series of kisses down her neck, I moved to suck on her succulent breasts, her nipples growing taut for me. Her hands were in my hair, urging me to satisfy her, and I loved that she tried to fight for control, even in the most tender of moments.

  I wasn’t going to rush.

  Not this time.

  My fingers trailed after my lips, causing her moans to grow husky as she lost herself in my ministrations.

  Skipping her wet folds, I trailed kisses to her inner thighs, nipping them, marking her as mine. The smell of her arousal drove me to hurry things up, but I resisted the urge.

  Dipping a finger in her depths, I slid the digit over her g-spot. She came undone.

  I took in the face of pure bliss displayed before me. “Beautiful.”

  It was time for a taste.

  A second finger joined the first and began massaging, Nicole greeting me with the most pleasant of unfiltered sounds.

  My lips surrounded her clit and began to suck and titillate, as I felt her internal tremors continue, until she spilled over again, this time, in my mouth.

  I lapped her juices up, moaning my pleasure and dying to feel her wrapped around my cock. Damn, it hurt to be so fucking hard!

  “Oh, Michael,” she whimpered as lucidity came back to her. My fingers continued to pump inside her slick channel, my lips trailed back up from her heated pussy to her chest. “Baby, I love you! I love you, Mike! I…” Her words ceased, as a surprise to both of us, she climaxed again with a loud cry and her pelvis arched hard into my hand.

  “I love you too,” I whispered on her lips and kissed her hard. In a swift motion, I thrust my cock deep into her, feeling the tremors of her third orgasm all around my shaft. “Fuck!” I said against her mouth. I wasn’t going to last long if this kept up.

  Her internal walls contracted and released around my girth as I kissed her lips, my fingers running through her hair.

  She arched her hips into mine. “Please!”

  I smiled down at her before shaking my head. “This is my time, honey.” I pulled out, leaving the tip inside and held her gaze as I pushed back into her with smooth velocity.

  “Oh, God!” Her eyes grew wide. “Again?” A strong twitch fluttered around my cock announcing the commencement of another whirlwind orgasm building.

  Slowly, I delighted in the feel of her tightness wrapped around my member, her tremors squeezed me in a rhythm that almost matched the thrum of my heart.

  Her hands came from the back of my head and cupped my face.

  When her next climax became imminent, I was a goner. Her lips parted and her moans were like a song meant for me.

  “Open your eyes, let me see you.”

  She did just that.

  My hips jerked and as she flew over the precipitous edge, she took me with her.

  Nicole’s whimper of loss as I pulled out had me smiling. I reached for the couch throw and covered us as I remained settled between her legs, leaning on one arm, kissing away the stray tear that had come out during our climax. I couldn’t stop touching her. Her skin was softer than the best of silks and satins I’d ever run my hands on.

  “That was…” I nuzzled her cheek.

  “…amazing,” she finished for me.

  “Beautiful.” I looked at her and smiled. “Simply beautiful.” She lifted her head and brushed my lips with hers.

  For a while, we indulged in some innocent and sweet kisses, remaining by the fire, the idea of a movie long forgotten. Not much was said, we were content being close to one another, soaking up the unbelievable outcome of the day.

  My lips were delighting in hers when I heard the front door open and shut.

  Fuck!

  “Hey, buddy, I’m- Holy shit!”

  And that’s when I remembered what that niggling feeling had been about.

  Ben.

  Chapter 33

  The look of embarrassment and horror on Ben’s face had been priceless. The man had been rendered to a blubbering mass of profuse apologies. He seemed more bothered by it all than Nicole was.

  When Ben managed to put one foot in front of the other, he strode out the door, but not without mumbling a “lock the door next time” which brought on a fit of giggles to a humored Nicole. I couldn’t help but laugh along with her.

  The Ben incident had prompted me to carry her to my bed where I laid her down and made sweet love to her again, followed by gathering her in my arms and falling asleep.

  Dilemmas.

  They weren’t all bad.

  A naughty woman hovered above me. Words to an old 2-Live Crew song played about in my head, filling me with all sorts of dirty ideas. The sight was undoubtedly amazing, yet I couldn’t get my hands on it.

  Restrained.

  Spread eagle in a starfish position, Nicole had me bound by ties. How she managed it, I don’t know, but there was no doubting that I’d been out like a light when we finally settled in to sleep last night.

  “I never imagined seeing this first thing in the morning!” I smirked at that upturned ass of hers that was displayed mere inches from my face. “Honey…” My words failed when her mouth covered my already erect cock and plunged down until it had hit the back of her throat. “Holy fuck!” My back bowed.

  Lifting my head, she moaned as I got a lick of her glistening pussy lips. The vibration all around me made my hips buck, following her on the upstroke.

  Nicole backed her ass up, as if knowing I had to strain to get to her. I was beside myself with elation at this shocking wake-up call and I knew that I’d have a little more fun of my own later today when she least expected it.

  I ate her out like a man starved, gaining a certain fondness for the sixty-nine. If I had the use of my hands though, I would have pulled her back a little more so she really sat on my face, but I made do with what I had and, according to her squirming and moans, it was enough.

  When she climaxed at the mercy of my mouth alone, I knew that I’d shoot my load right there in her mouth and our fun would be over.

  The moment came, blindsiding me and I exploded. The sexy vixen swallowed me whole, or so it felt like it. She worked my length so that I stayed hard before turning to face me with a sly smile on that devil mouth of hers.

  Nicole straddled my hips, impaling herself on my shaft. The sight of her naked gorgeousness made my arms flex against my restraints. I wanted to touch the goddess before me, so desperate to tweak those nipples, ravage her mouth, anything and everything I could get to.

  “You seem to be in a pickle,” she said with that sexy laugh of hers. “Good morning.” She leaned forward and nibbled on my lower lip before kissing me. I felt her squeeze her internal muscles around me and my eyes widen
ed as she straightened herself up, sitting atop my cock.

  “Please loosen the ties,” I begged. She shook her head with a teasing glint in her eyes and began to ride me.

  The way her abs undulated reminded me of a belly-dancer. Damn, she was one hot mess first thing in the morning, and I was about to go out in a blazing inferno just watching her.

  “I-I need to touch you.”

  “I think you need to let me do the touching, handsome.” She winked and ground herself down on me. I groaned with my eyes rolling into the back of my head. “Furthermore, I don’t think you’re suffering that much, are you?”

  “Fuck!” My voice croaked when I saw her hands reach up and tweak her nipples. “Fuck me!”

  Her hips switched momentum and movement. “Mike… I… Oh!” I felt the first unbridled clench of hers around me. “I want you to watch me get off on you, baby. Watch me please myself, as I please you.” Her voice had gotten higher as if she was putting effort in postponing her climax.

  I gave Nicole a quick upward thrust of my hips as she lowered herself, her eyes widening. She came with a loud crying moan, coating my shaft with her juices, making her ride that much slicker.

  Her rhythm continued to speed up and she let go of her tits with one hand, leaving one to please her top as she trailed a path down the middle of her stomach, all the way to her…