Broken Pieces (Cape Isle, #3): A Cape Isle Novel

by Allie Able

  I chuckle. “Yeah, okay. Listen, I don't know if you knew this, but Lexie's ex-boyfriend has been bothering her for a while.”

  “Bothering her how?”

  “Just calls and texts, but it's been going on for over a year. I'm going to get her a new phone number tomorrow, but something he said tonight kind of put me on high alert.”

  “Tell me,” he demands.

  “I'm not going to go into detail because that's between me and Lex, but he hinted at the fact that he was watching her or us.”

  “What the fuck?” he growls.

  “Yeah that about sums it up. I wanted to make you aware, but I also need a favor.”

  “What kind of favor?”

  “I remember Grant talking about a friend of yours. I think his name was Connor? I need his phone number.”

  “Why should I give you his number?”

  “Because I'm going to handle this, not you. So you can either give me his number or I can bother Grant while he is on his honeymoon and I really don't want to have to do that.”

  “Why? She's my sister.”

  “This isn't a fucking contest, Nick. Just please send me the fucking number.”

  He chuckles. “You do love my sister don't you? Katie mentioned it, but I just thought she was trying to keep me from beating your ass.”

  I take a deep breath and answer him honestly. “I love her with every part of me and I have since I was a kid. I will protect her with my life, but right now I just want to make sure that asshole doesn't get within a hundred miles of her. Would you please just give me the fucking number?”

  “Damn. Alright then. I have your cell phone number in my phone. I'll text it over to you.”

  I let out a sigh. “Thank you,” I mumble into the phone.

  “But, Zack, don't make me regret this.”

  I want to tell him to fuck off, but I know this is Lexie's brother. So instead I make a sound of agreement and hang up. I call Duke over to me and together we make our way inside. As I lock the back door and shut off all of the lights, I hear my phone buzz. Pulling it from my pocket, I see its Connor's number coming through from Nick and I decide to call him first thing in the morning. Right now, I need to find Lexie and check on her.

  I drop both of our phones onto her dresser before sliding my pants and shirt off. I hear the shower still running, so I walk into the bathroom. The sliding door is clear, so even though its foggy, I have a perfect view of Lexie's naked body. God, I don't think I will ever get enough of her. I stand there and watch as she soaps up her body, dragging the bubbles down her stomach. I finally can't take it anymore. She's had a long night, but I just need to feel her skin against mine.

  I drop my boxer briefs and fist my hard cock. Telling myself to calm the hell down, I open the shower door and step in behind her. She lets out a gasp and turns to look at me.

  “Sorry, Angel.”

  “It's okay. I just wasn't expecting you.”

  I take a step towards her and pull her body against mine. She's so warm and wet.

  “I just needed to feel you,” I whisper against her neck and she shivers in response.

  I lay kisses from her jaw to her ear before sucking the lobe into my mouth. She grinds her hips into my hardness and turns her face and my lips meet hers. I nibble on her bottom lip and slip my tongue into her mouth. She tastes so good. I back her up against the tiles and she gasps against my mouth. I pull back just enough to look into her eyes before I slide my hand down her belly and through her folds.

  “Is this okay?” I whisper, teasing her with my fingers.

  “Yes,” she says with a groan. She closes her eyes and throws her head back against the shower walls.

  I lower my mouth to her exposed neck, kissing my way up to her mouth.

  “I need to see your eyes, Angel.”

  She blinks them open and stares up at me. I slip one finger inside of her heat and moan. “You're so wet.”

  “Please,” she begs, as I pull back and tease her opening.

  She reaches her hand down and fists my cock.

  “God, Lexie.” I drop my head to her shoulder while she moves her little hand up and down my hardness.

  I move my fingers up to her clit and make circles around the hard nub.

  “I need you,” she whispers.

  Some primal part of me loves that she just said she needed me, not wants me but needs me. I move my hands around to her ass and lift. She immediately wraps her long legs around my waist and I drop my head to her puckered nipples and suck them into my mouth, before moving to the other and giving it the same treatment. Her fist continues to work my cock and I know that if I don’t get inside of her soon this will be over before it even starts. I lift my head and look down into her eyes: they are heavy with lust.

  “Put me inside of you.” I lift her up a little so she can position me. She drags the head of my cock through her wetness, making us both groan. When I know I'm against her opening I start pushing my hips forward and she moves her hand to grab onto my shoulders. Her inner walls are clutching at me, as I push myself deeper into her heat.

  When I'm seated all of the way inside of her, I lower my mouth and take hers in a deep kiss. I push her harder against the tiles, before tangling my fingers into her hair. I tilt her head to the side and devour her mouth. That's the only way to describe it. I feel like I can't get close enough, deep enough.

  I pull back and look down at her swollen mouth as I start to move. “You feel so fucking good,” I whisper.

  At my words, she clenches around me even tighter.

  “So do you.”

  I drop my hand back down to her firm ass as I speed up my thrusts. She moans and starts meeting me stroke for stroke. I have never in my life felt something as good as this and I know I will never get enough of her.

  “I'm going to come,” she says, as she reaches a hand between us and starts rubbing her clit. I pull my upper body back enough so that I can watch. I feel myself grow harder at the sight. My cock is covered in her wetness as I thrust in and out of her at a fast pace. Her fingers move quickly over her little nub.

  “Fuck, Lexie. I'm going to come.” I reach up and pinch one of her nipples hard between my fingers.

  I feel her walls tightening even further before she throws her head back and screeches my name. I last for four more strokes before I bury myself as deep as I can go and come, moaning her name.

  My legs feel like they are going to give out. I push her against the shower wall again and drop my head into her neck. She wraps her arms around my shoulders and holds on. We stay like that for a minute… or maybe it’s an hour. I don't know. Time has ceased to exist for me.

  After I've finally caught my breath, I lift my head and look down into her blue eyes.

  “Hey,” I whisper.

  “Hi,” she whispers back, with a chuckle.

  I shake my head and smile. “I swear I didn't come in here with the intentions of fucking you against the bathroom wall.”

  “Oh, but I'm so happy you did,” she laughs.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Lexie

  AS I PLAY ON MY new phone that Zack bought me yesterday, it suddenly rings in my hand. I jump slightly and almost drop it on the floor. I'm not exactly tech savvy, and I can't figure out how to change the insanely loud vibrations. I smile when I see Zack's name and quickly answer.

  “Hey there, handsome.”

  “Hey, Angel.”

  “How is your day going?” I ask.

  “Going good. Yours?”

  “Busy. I'm ready for Summer to come back.”

  “I bet.” he laughs. “I'm calling to see if you would like to go on a date with me tomorrow night?”

  I smile into the phone. “Like an actual date, as a couple?”

  “Yes, like an actual date as a couple.” I can hear the smile in his voice too.

  “I would love to. Where are you taking me?”

  “To dinner and then a surprise.”

  My smile get's wid
er. “I love surprises.”

  “I know,” he laughs.

  Jenna comes out of the kitchen and looks at me, before rolling her eyes.

  “Alright, I've got to get back to work.”

  “Okay. Talk to you soon.”

  I hang up and look over at Jenna. “What?”

  She chuckles and shakes her head. “Nothing. I'm just enjoying the love sick look you have on your face right now.”

  I roll my eyes at her and look down at the tray of cupcakes she's holding. “Whatcha got there, Jenna?” I reach my hand out, but she moves them away.

  “No!” she demands, giving me a harsh look.

  “You are so mean. Summer lets me try her cupcakes. I'm just taste testing,” I pout.

  “Lex, if I let you taste test everything I bake, you would weigh a thousand pounds. I'm just looking out for your figure,” she winks.

  I settle down on the stool and give the cupcakes one last long look before turning back to Jenna. “You're coming shopping with me tonight.”

  “What? No I'm not.”

  “Yes, you are. Zack asked me out on our first real date and I need a new dress.”

  “Aww, how sweet. I'm still not coming.” She continues loading up the cupcakes in the display case, ignoring me.

  “Please, Jenna. I don't have anyone else to go with,” I beg.

  “Yes, you do,” she rolls her eyes.

  “But I want you to come with me.”

  She stares over at me, before she sighs. “Fine.”

  “Yah!” I clap my hands together and she scowls at me.

  “I'm driving though.”

  “Fine with me,” I smile.

  * * *

  “Just pick one,” Jenna groans. “My feet are killing me and we've been here for two hours. I'm hungry.”

  “Gah, anymore complaints?” I say through the dressing room door.

  “Yes. You are a pain in the ass.”

  I snort and shake my head. She loves me, she really does. I finish zipping up the dress and walk out of the dressing room.

  “I really like this one.”

  “That's the first one I picked out for you an hour ago,” she says glaring at me.

  “I know. I really like it.”

  “So, why did you have to try on thirty more after that one?” She's still glaring and I'm genuinely concerned that her face is going to get stuck like that.

  “Because I had to make sure it was 'the one',” I explain.

  “You're not marrying it.”

  “No, but if Zack and I ever get married, this will be the dress that hangs in my closet, reminding me of the first date he ever took me on.”

  Her eyes soften and she smiles. “That's really sweet,” she mumbles.

  “I know. I also want him to imagine ripping it off of me. So, does this one say “please fuck me into oblivion'?”

  She closes her eyes and shakes her head. “Jesus.”

  I turn around and study myself in the mirror. The dress is red and hits me about mid thigh. The top is pretty conservative with beads across the chest area. It flares out at my waist and it makes my legs look a mile long. I turn to the side and see where it dips a little in the back. Yes, I think this one will do.

  “Okay,” I clap my hands together. “Shoes.”

  She groans again and I look over at her. “Stop your complaining. I'm taking you out for Mexican food after this.”

  She mumbles something about tequila under her breath, as I make my way back towards the dressing room.

  * * *

  “See, that didn't take too long,” I say as we slide into our booth.

  “Oh, bullshit. We would still be there if I hadn't dragged you away from the jewelry.”

  I frown at the memory. “Those earrings were really pretty.”

  She shakes her head and the waiter appears at our table. I look up at him and smile. Damn he's hot. I know I'm trying to have a relationship with Zack, but that doesn't mean that I can't look.

  He smiles politely at me, but his eyes are caught on Jenna.

  “What can I get you beautiful ladies to drink?” he asks. Holy shit, he has an accent.

  Jenna's face is buried in her menu and she isn't paying him any attention. I kick her under the table. Her head shoots up and she glares at me.

  “What? That hurt!”

  I tilt my head to the side towards Mr. Hottie. “The nice man would like to know what you want to drink.”

  “Oh,” She glances up at him briefly, before going back to her menu. “Just a water, please.”

  His smile dims and he turns to look at me. “Same for me please.” Poor guy. I watch his retreating form before kicking Jenna again.

  She looks up and scowls at me. “What is your problem? Stop kicking me.”

  “Are you freaking blind?”

  “What in the hell are you talking about, Lex?”

  “I'm talking about the fine piece of man that was just checking you out and you barely even glanced at him.”

  “Whatever,” she mumbles. She closes her menu right as the waiter approaches with our drinks.

  “Are you ready to order?” he asks Jenna, with a smile.

  The stupid woman spouts off her order, once again barely even looking at him. She's an idiot because he is fun to look at.

  His smile drops a little again when he turns to take my order. I watch his retreating form again, thinking Jenna has to be doing the same. I mean, it's a great show. Who would want to miss that? But when I turn to look at her, she is playing with her phone.

  I shake my head. “You are seriously an idiot.”

  “Why, because I don't want to let a pretty smile and an accent make me drop my panties?”

  “Yes!” I exclaim.

  She chuckles and shakes her head. “Been there, done that, bought the t-shirt. I don't care if you are God's gift to women. No one is getting in these panties.” I watch as she drops her phone back in her purse and takes a sip of her water.

  “Are you telling me you are never having sex again? I bet your vagina has already re-virginized. Please tell me you at least have a good B.O.B.”

  The hot waiter almost spills the salsa on me as he overhears me. Well, he just lost a point for swagger. He mumbles an apology and retreats from the table.

  “Did you just talk about my vagina while the waiter was serving our chips? I just want to make sure I didn't imagine that.”

  I shrug my shoulders, as I dip my chip into the spicy dip. “Someone needs to talk about the poor neglected thing.”

  “Jesus Christ. You need a muzzle,” she mumbles, picking up her own chip and taking a bite.

  “You love me,” I reply with a smile.

  She rolls her eyes, but doesn't respond. I make a mental note to order her the best B.O.B on the market. If she won't date, at least she can be having regular orgasms.

  * * *

  The next night, right at 7:30 pm, my doorbell rings. I swipe another coat of gloss on my lips, before dropping it into my purse and turning towards the door.

  “Hey, handsome,” I smile, taking in Zack's appearance. God, he looks good.

  “Hey, Angel.” He bends down to kiss my cheek, before pulling back and handing me a bundle of flowers.

  “Daisies. My favorite.” I smile as I turn to take the flowers to the kitchen and grab a vase out of the cabinet, filling it with water. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Zack watching me closely.

  “Where are we going?” I ask, as I cut the ends of the flowers and arrange them in the vase. He doesn't answer, so I look up at him, an eyebrow raised in question. His eyes are hooded as he follows my every move.

  “Zack.”

  “Yeah?” His eyes meet mine and he moves to stand behind me. He moves my hair to one side and lowers his mouth to my shoulder.

  “Where are we going?” My words come out breathless. He moves his lips up my neck and to my ear.

  “The Italian restaurant,” he mumbles. “You smell fucking delicious.”

  His h
ands find my hips and he pulls me back until his hardness is resting against my ass.

  I turn in his arms and look up at him. He looks down at me with so much love and heat in his eyes that my breath catches in my throat. I move my hand to his face and pull him down to my lips. His hands on my hips tighten as he pulls me closer. His tongue comes out to swipe across my bottom lip and he hums low in his throat.

  “You taste like cotton candy,” he whispers roughly.

  I don't have a chance to respond, before he crushes his lips to mine. He tilts his head to the side and takes the kiss deeper. All too soon, he is pulling back. He lays sweet kisses on each corner of my mouth, before resting his forehead against mine.

  “We need to go, before I carry you to the bedroom and rip this beautiful dress from your body.”

  “That sounds good. Eating is overrated,” I mumble.

  He chuckles and it sounds deep and rough. My thighs clench together, trying to relieve the ache there.

  “I'm taking you on a date.”

  “Okay,” I whisper. I look down at his lips and see that my gloss is now on him. I smile and use my thumb to wipe it off. His eyes get soft and he gives my hips a squeeze before stepping away.

  “Let's go, Angel,” he smiles and his cute little dimple winks at me.

  I grab my purse off of the counter and reapply my lipstick as I walk towards the front door.

  I lock up the house and Zack leads us to his truck with his hand on my lower back. After helping me in, he moves to his side and pulls out of my driveway.

  “So, what’s the surprise?” I ask.

  He smiles and reaches over to grab my hand. “It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you.”

  I laugh and shake my head. “I guess not.”

  The drive to the restaurant doesn't take long. Zack helps me out of the car and holds my hand as we walk inside. He gives the hostess his name and before long we are seated.

  I look around and smile.

  I love this place, but I don't get to eat here as much as I would like. With its candle-lit tables and romantic atmosphere, it would be pretty awkward if I came here alone.

  A waiter walks up and introduces himself and Zack orders us a bottle of wine.

  I love that he knows everything about me. He doesn't have to look towards me in question, he already knows what I like to drink. He's confident and it's sexy as hell.