Beautiful Torture

by Emery Jacobs

  Beautiful

  TORTURE

  emery jacobs

  Copyright © 2016 by Emery Jacobs

  Beautiful Torture

  All rights reserved.

  This book is an original work of fiction. All of the names, characters, sponsors and events are a product of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously. Any similarities to actual events, incidences, persons, deceased or living are strictly coincidental. Any opinions expressed in the book or solely those of the authors. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any previously copyrighted material. No copyright infringement is intended.

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  DISCLAIMER: Due to sexual situations and language,

  this book is intended for readers 18 and over.

  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  PART I

  Chapter 2

  PART II

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Note from the Author

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Connect with Emery

  Dedication

  To my Mom and Dad. I love you both. Thanks for believing in me.

  “A villain is just a victim whose story hasn’t been told.”

  ~Chris Colfer

  Prologue

  Caleb

  I’ve often heard if you love someone, set them free. If they return to you, then it’s meant to be. She did return. Not once or twice, but three times. What did I do? I let my pride push her away because I thought I knew what was best for her… for us. It was me who drove her back to him. Over and over again. Until it was too late. Until she was gone forever.

  PART I

  BEFORE

  Chapter 1

  Caleb

  Eight Years Earlier

  “You can go. We’re done here,” Piper says as she kicks the cover off her naked body. She swings her legs off the side of the bed and stands. Then she glances at me—her face free from emotion—just grimacing lips and empty eyes.

  “There’s no need to be such a bitch, Piper. If you want me to go—then I’ll go.”

  “That’s what I want. For you to go,” she mumbles.

  I roll out of bed and grab my jeans and t-shirt before saying, “Sometimes I don’t know what the fuck you want from me. And don’t pretend like you don’t understand the way this relationship works. Because we both know that you do.”

  “Yes, Caleb, I do know how this works. But you also know how I feel about you. And yet, you continue to push me away.” She saunters over to me and gently cups my face.

  Then she stares into my eyes but doesn’t see what she wants. I know because we have had this conversation at least a hundred times. I met Piper last year after I moved here from Little Rock. When my parents split up, neither of them had time to deal with a seventeen-year-old kid, so they sent me here to Houston to live with my aunt. She enrolled me in Summerville High School, and I met Piper on that first day. Long blonde hair with a tight little body and the bluest eyes I’d ever seen. But the problem with Piper is she wants more, and I can’t give it to her. At least, not now.

  “Why can’t you love me back? I’ve loved you since that first day you walked into our senior English class.” She slides her hands down my face to my neck and then wraps her arms around my shoulders.

  “You know I care about you, Piper. But we’re too young. Neither one of us is ready for what you want. Maybe in five or six years things will be different, and we can think about a future together, but for now—what we have is all I can give you.”

  “Five or six years?” She laughs. “I’m not sitting around waiting on the guy I love to love me back. I can’t do it anymore,” she whispers.

  “So, what are you saying? Are you ready to walk away from this? From us?”

  She lowers her gaze to the floor, her chin resting on her chest, as she says nothing. I grab her hands from my shoulders and step back, allowing her arms to drop to her side. She immediately hugs herself tightly and shivers.

  “Get dressed, Piper. You’re freezing. We can talk about this later,” I tell her.

  “I met someone,” she blurts out, completely catching me off guard.

  “What?” My stomach clenches as jealousy surges through my veins.

  “I said I met someone. And I really like him. So, I’m giving you one last chance to tell me that you love me. And if you truly don’t love me, then I have to walk away. Because this guy—he’s different. And I want to give it a chance. With all of me. Not with what’s left over from us.”

  “If this is really the way you feel, and you’re ready to end this.” I swallow hard and search her eyes for the truth. “Then I’ll have to let you go. Because, at eighteen, I can’t promise you forever. I can’t even promise you next week. So, I’m gonna make this easy on you. I’m about to put on my clothes and walk out of your life.”

  After quickly getting dressed, I run my hand through my hair and snag my keys, shoving them in my pocket as I stride toward the door.

  “Wait a minute, Caleb.” Her voice is shaky.

  “Yeah.” I stop, turning to face her.

  “You know him. But I didn’t realize who he was at first.”

  “Who is it, Piper? Just fucking tell me.”

  “Jack.” She bites her lip nervously.

  “Jack Alexander? You mean my co-worker—Jack?”

  “Yes, and I’m so sorry, Caleb. I didn’t realize it until he started talking about Southern Stain and how much his business had grown. And, well, by then I already liked him.”

  I walk over to her and place my hands on her shoulders, gently twisting her body until she’s facing me.

  “How long have you been fucking him?” She cuts her eyes off to the side.

  “This conversation is happening, so you need to make it easier on yourself and tell me. We’re finished, so you lying to me won’t change anything. Just tell me—how long have you been fucking Jack?”

  “I love you, Caleb. And I want so much fo
r you to love me back… but you can’t or won’t. Maybe you don’t even have those feelings for me, but I need more. More than you can give me, so I became selfish and did something for me.”

  “Stop avoiding my question…how long—?”

  “Only twice,” she cuts me off before I can finish. “I’ve only slept with him twice. I’m sorry, but you don’t love me. And I—”

  “Look at me, Piper.” She wrings her hands in front of her body while refusing to make eye contact.

  “It doesn’t matter how many times you fucked him. All that matters is that you did. So, that action alone tells me all I need to know. Love me?” I grunt with disbelief, and then add, “Tell your lies to somebody who will believe them because that somebody isn’t me.”

  “Don’t do this, Caleb. The thought of you hating me rips my heart out,” she cries.

  “What a fucking joke. If you loved me the way you claim to, you would have ended us before you made a move on my friend. And to make things worse, he probably doesn’t have any idea who you really are, does he?” She shakes her head and lowers her eyes toward the floor.

  “So, not only have you destroyed what we have, but you’re starting a new relationship with lies? I can promise you one thing—the two of you will never make it,” I growl.

  “Stop, Caleb. Just stop. I can’t listen to this anymore. The damage is done, and I’m gonna live with it. And what I have with Jack will work. Because he’s different. He’s not you and never will be, so go ahead and do what you promised earlier. Walk away.”

  I release her from my hold before heading toward the bedroom door. I can’t get away from her fast enough. I hope she’s happy because she fucked up big time. I give her a month tops before she’s trying to wriggle her way back into my bed. Will I let her? Absolutely not. At least that’s what I’ll keep telling myself.

  Just as I reach for the door handle, she says, “I love you, Caleb. And that will never change.”

  For some reason, I grab hold of those words and tuck them away safely inside my heart somewhere. Because I have a feeling, someday I’ll need them. But today’s not that day.

  Chapter 2

  One Year Later

  The warm water hitting my exhausted body gives my over-worked muscles temporary relief. Helping my buddy Dane move into his new apartment turned into a lift-fest. Damn, if I would’ve known he had so much heavy shit, I might have thought twice before volunteering to spend the entire day wreaking havoc on my body. The sound of drunken voices and blaring music from downstairs filters its way into my head. Shit, I forgot about tonight being the annual ‘Let’s get shitfaced and tear down the house party’—oh—wait a sec—that’s every night. Living in a frat house has become more than I ever wanted it to be. At first, I figured living with my brothers at the Kappa Sig house would be great—girls, beer, and hanging out with my friends from sun up until sun down. Yeah, it’s great for about a week, and then I just want to crawl into my closet and hide. Too much of anything…good or bad… gets old pretty fast.

  I turn the shower off before reaching for my towel. After quickly drying off, I wrap it around my waist and pull open the shower curtain. As I step onto the cool tile floor, my bedroom door slams shut.

  “What the hell?” I mumble.

  Before I make it to the bathroom door, it swings open. Standing in front of me is Piper—naked—exposing all her greatest assets—blonde hair, blue eyes, and big tits. Walking toward her is not something I need to do, but fuck, I want to. I mean really fucking want to.

  “Get dressed, Piper. Then find the door leading out of my bedroom. Once you’re there, walk the fuck out of it, but this time, don’t come back.” I really hate to be an ass, but since we split a year ago, it’s what I’ve become. A complete asshole. Not only to her, but also to everybody else. I’ve become someone I have a hard time tolerating, so I can only imagine how my friends must feel.

  She grabs the towel, yanking it from my body as she moves in closer. She wraps her arms around my waist, and her hands slide down and grip my ass. One thing about Piper is she usually doesn’t give up easily. And today is no exception. She uses all the strength she has to forcefully walk me backward until I’m pinned against the bathroom wall—obviously, ignoring every single word out of my mouth.

  “What part of leave do you not understand?” I do everything within my power to ignore the warmth of her skin pressed against mine. The longer I stand here, the more difficult it’s going to be to walk away without burying myself deep inside of her. And that’s exactly what she wants. Whatever it is she has with Jack—I’ll never know, but it’s obviously not enough, or she wouldn’t be trying to lure me into fucking her every chance she gets.

  “Come on, Caleb. Just once for old times. You know I can’t leave Houston without saying goodbye to you.” She presses her lips against my chest before moving her mouth over my nipple. She’s licking and nibbling across my bare skin, and it’s causing my cock to become as hard as—fucking shit. I can’t do this. She’s with Jack. I sent her away for all the right reasons. So, I have to be true to my word. Wait a sec…. leave Houston? What the hell? I let my curiosity get the best of me, so I ask, “You’re leaving Houston? Why?”

  She pulls her lips from my skin and continues, “I’ve always wanted the freedom this place will never give me, so I’m leaving. Well, after this semester, we’re leaving.”

  “Who’s we?” I knew the answer before the words left my mouth, but since I enjoy torturing myself, I decided I needed to hear her say it.

  “Me and Jack, silly. Who did you think I meant?”

  It’s like I’ve been punched in the gut. All the air leaves my lungs, and I gasp out loud, so I know she hears me. Or, at least, feels it since she is still pressed against my body. Everything is fine. I mean it’s all good when I know she’s just a five-minute drive away. I can handle her being with him. I wish I didn’t care about her. Fuck. I mean love her. But I do, and she can never know it. At least, not now. Not yet. I just assumed this thing with Jack would last a couple of weeks. Then she would want our living for the moment relationship back, but no such luck. It’s been a fucking year. And to be honest, this has been the worst year of my life. Watching the two of them together—knowing what we had and how I feel about her. What sucks so bad is it was me who pushed her away. And I continue to push her away because long term is still not something I’m ready for. But I’m also not ready for her to leave Houston, either. At least, not with Jack. The two of them leaving together seems so fucking permanent.

  “I knew who you meant. I just wasn’t thinking.” At least, not clearly. I glance around the room avoiding eye contact with her. She knows me too well. I can’t hide any emotions—anger, happiness, sadness, lust, want, need, you name it. I’m an open book with my emotions—at least to her.

  She catches a glimpse of my face, and victory shines brightly in her eyes. Like she’s won the fucking lottery. She can see what those few words did to me. Now she knows—deep down, she’s always known how I feel. And that I’m just too afraid to show it. My parents married as teenagers because my mom was pregnant with me. I grew up knowing I was the sole reason for them being married. But I like to believe they once loved each other. At least that’s what I’ve been told. But eventually, I wasn’t enough to hold them together, so I watched their relationship fall apart. And that’s my reason for not becoming another statistic of young love and marriage. Piper just doesn’t understand. She’s never been there and seen two people who were once in love grow to hate each other. But trust me—it happens. And it fucking sucks.

  She moves her hands to my waist and then rises to her tiptoes until her head rests on the left side of my chest.

  “I could stand here and listen to your heart all night. It has always been my perfect lullaby. Please don’t push me away, Caleb. I know two weeks ago, when you kissed me in the parking lot after my meeting, it was out of pity. But tonight, just forget that you feel sorry for poor little Piper. Forget that you don’
t love me. Just give me this last memory to take with me. I promise I will never bother you again. It will be one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, but I’ll do it. I’ll give you what you want. A life without me.”

  She removes her face from my chest and tilts her head back. She stares directly into my eyes. God, she’s beautiful. What I’m about to do is so wrong. She belongs to someone else, but to be fair to myself—she did belong to me first. I can’t let her leave Houston without touching her—feeling her warm skin on mine once more. I need to remember what it feels like to bury myself so deep inside of her that I can barely breathe. So, I’m about to do something stupid. Even for me. But I’m doing what it takes to finally let her move on with her life. Then I will let her go. Forever.

  My gaze moves from her eyes to her mouth. Her lips part slightly as her tongue darts out, bringing a vision of those full lips wrapped around my cock. This thought consumes me—and as if my brain waves are speaking directly to her—she drops to her knees.

  I take a deep breath and will myself to relax. Let go. No guilt. This is good-bye. He will have her forever if that’s what he chooses. And I will never have her again.

  Her mouth quickly finds my erection. She drags her tongue from the base to the tip, savoring every single inch. My knees buckle as she slides her warm mouth completely over my cock. And when she pulls back, she presses her tongue firmly to the underside of my shaft before nibbling and sucking the tip hard and then soft. Hard. Soft. Hard. Soft. I squeeze my eyes closed before she takes me in again. I grip her head, holding her at the place where it feels so damn good. Even though this may be wrong, it feels so fucking right. I tell myself that this is Piper. Not some one-night stand. Or some horny drunk bitch just looking for a hard dick and a good time. This is the one. The girl I sent away because of fear. Fear of love. Fear of commitment. Fear that I would end up like my parents.