Love Drunk (Broken Lives Book 4)

by Marita A. Hansen

  I swallowed at the sight of his cock hanging between his powerful thighs, Dante beyond impressive. Although it was soft, he was even bigger than what I’d remembered. He’d not only grown in height and muscle, but in girth and length.

  My eyes widened as his cock started to grow. My stunned gaze snapped back up to his face, the sensual smile on his lips firing up my cheeks even faster than the rain could beat it down. But not as much as his words...

  “Want a taste?” he asked, lowering his hand to his cock.

  10

  Dante

  I climbed into bed, still thinking about Clara. It was a pity she’d taken off instead of giving me a blow job, the woman obviously horrified by my request. Still, she’d been the one perving at me, so it had been worth a try. And unlike Candy, I would’ve loved seeing her lips wrapped around my cock. I ran my hand over my dick, imagining Clara doing just that: on her knees, with my raging hard-on pumping in and out of her mouth, while she stared up at me with those big doe eyes. But instead of seeing Clara’s steel-grey gaze, Beth’s hazel eyes came to mind. I swore and let go of my cock, annoyed with myself for lusting after Clara. I’d vowed to steer clear of women for a while, what I’d had with Beth not easily brushed aside. Although I hadn’t loved Beth enough to stay with her, it was still love, just not the intense kind that I’d had with Kara or...

  Something at the back of my mind begged to come forward, to tell me a tale of another love, but no matter how hard I tried to remember, I couldn’t. I hit my head, so fucking annoyed, whatever was locked away in my stupid brain needling me. The only women I could remember professing my love to were Lavinia, Kara, and Beth. Lavinia had been my first girlfriend—a cheating ho, who didn’t deserve the love I’d offered to her at thirteen, while Kara was abusive, and Beth was a liar. Still, it hurt so much knowing that Beth would be dead soon. If anything, she’d died that day the car had hit her, the accident stealing away her mind. As a result, I’d gone off the rails, almost killing myself in the process, drinking myself to death with anything I could get my hands on, but now... All I could think about was Clara. It made me feel guilty for thinking about another woman while Beth was wasting away in a hospital bed.

  Pissed off with myself for being so fucking weak-willed, I pulled my bedcovers over my naked body. But then again, I had every right to think about Clara, especially since I’d had an affair with her, one that I was sure was more than fucking. Again, it made me wonder whether my best mate and my dad had told me the whole truth about the months I’d lost. Had Jasper purposely downplayed my affair with Clara? Because I couldn’t imagine having a short and sweet affair with that woman. She was too uptight to give into something as serious as an affair without me putting in some serious grafting, and if she was worth working for, I didn’t think I’d take things as lightly as Jasper had said I’d done. But... I didn’t think my mate would lie to me either. My dad, fuck yeah, he’d bullshit in a heartbeat, but not Jasper.

  I closed my eyes, feeling confident that Jasper wouldn’t have lied to me. Whatever Clara had over me was probably all in my head, my mind just playing tricks on me.

  ***

  I lowered my face, my breath mingling with Mrs. Hatton’s. I pressed my lips against hers, softly teasing, tasting, tentatively at first, then with more force. She opened her mouth, allowing me to slip my tongue inside, the invite surprising me. I’d expected her to come to her senses, to push me away, regardless of what she wanted, because she did want me, something she could no longer deny, especially after what I’d caught her doing moments ago. I’d walked into her office, catching her masturbating, my teacher shouting out my name as she came.

  I weaved my fingers through her long blonde hair, hoping she didn’t change her mind. But I had nothing to fear, her kiss even more forceful than mine. She wasn’t just tasting my lips, she was biting them, so fucking hungry for me I could barely believe it. Her grip on me grew more fervent. I didn’t remember her lifting her hands, but I most certainly felt the painful pull on my own hair. But instead of putting me off, it turned me on even more. Still, I wanted more.

  I slid my hands under her, lifting her small frame with ease out of the chair. Breaking our kiss, I settled her on her desk and disentangled her fingers from my hair. Wanting to taste her, I slipped a hand under her dress and tugged her knickers down her legs, part of the lace tearing as I yanked them off. I tossed the ruined knickers aside, then grabbed her hips and yanked her forward, startling a cry out of her. But I didn’t look up, her clean-shaven pussy grabbing all my attention.

  Excited, I dropped to my knees and placed my mouth to her... She inhaled sharply, what I was doing obviously hitting the mark. She squirmed about, her breathing growing more erratic as I ravished her pussy with my tongue, enjoying her sweet taste. Her breath hitched again as I added some fingers to the mix, priming her for a hard fucking, my tongue still working overtime. It wasn’t long before my cock wanted to join in on the fun. The bastard was throbbing so much that I was worried it was going to blow before I got the chance to come inside of her.

  I went to pull away, needing to enter her now, but she grabbed my head and pressed my face firmly against her pussy, using it to get off. Her keening grew in volume, the threat of us being discovered getting more real. Her small office was only a wall away from my English class, as well as the hallway and the outside area where students hung out. But I continued doing what she wanted, every lick and nip causing her to grip harder onto my head, my hair aching from how much she was pulling on it.

  She started thrusting her pelvis forward, obviously loving what I was doing. But it was too much, my cock now in desperate need of attention. Taking hold of her hands, I forcibly detached them from my head and pulled back, greedily sucking in air, her pussy nearly suffocating me. I smiled at the thought, thinking it would be a beautiful way to die.

  I wiped a hand across my face and rose up over her, wanting to mount her, fuck her until she keened so loud that her voice cracked. She was panting, her long blonde hair obscuring her face, some of the strands wet with sweat. I yanked her forward and placed my cock at her entrance, thrusting in balls deep, the feeling of her surrounding me overwhelming.

  “Jesus,” I groaned. “You feel so good.”

  I closed my eyes, going still for a breathless moment, just enjoying the sensation of being inside of her, something I’d thought would never happen. Then it was all go. I snapped my eyes open and grabbed her hips, ready for a hell of a lot more. She cried out as I started fucking her. Not wanting anyone hearing us, I placed a hand over her mouth, stifling more cries, then laid into her, drilling her hard, fucking her like I’d never get the opportunity again.

  It didn’t take long before she was crying out into my hand, coming, her pussy tightening around my cock, making me gasp. She grabbed my head and yanked it down. I let go of her mouth right before she smashed her lips against mine, what she was doing too good to hold back. I shot into her, coming so fucking hard it was almost painful, the orgasm one of the strongest I’d ever had, if not the strongest. It was so intense my mind went blank, nothing but pleasure flooding my senses. We stayed like that for a few moments, before I finally pulled away, my cock slipping out of her.

  Mrs. Hatton brushed her hair aside, looking so beautiful in that moment, I couldn’t believe I’d had her. But I knew one thing.

  I wanted to have her again.

  ***

  I shot up in bed, panting, unable to catch my breath. Then I felt it. I looked down at my lap in disbelief, shocked that I’d come in my sleep.

  “Fuck,” I swore, not believing I’d done that. I hadn’t had a wet dream since I was a kid.

  Then it hit me.

  It wasn’t a dream.

  It was a memory.

  11

  Clara

  I walked into the group meeting room, surprised to find the circle of chairs already set up, and even more surprised to find Dante sitting on one of them. He had his arms crossed over his chest and his ey
es closed. His head was lolling to the side, giving the impression he’d napped off while waiting for everyone. I stopped just inside the room, studying his beautiful face, his messy, gorgeous hair framing it so perfectly. He was so perfect it made my heart ache, and so beautiful it made my memories stir. In that moment, I could see innocence in him, of the boy I’d fallen in love with. His tattoos and muscular body didn’t negate it. He was still the same person, the vulnerable young boy now a vulnerable man, someone who needed my help not lust. It made me feel even more ashamed for watching him swim naked. For a second, I considered turning around and heading out of the room before he noticed me, too ashamed to face him alone. When it came to Dante, I needed the buffer of other people separating us, so I didn’t do or say anything stupid. But what good would that do? He wouldn’t hold back if there were others in the room. That thought horrified me. Would he say something to them? I could get fired for what I’d done.

  Like with my teaching job.

  But it wasn’t the same, because I wouldn’t go to jail this time. Dante was an adult, not that fifteen-year-old boy I’d known all those years ago.

  I cleared my throat, capturing his attention. He opened his eyes, his mouth slightly parting as though he was going to say something, but all he did was silently watch me walk across the room to the circle of chairs. I took the one furthest away from him and sat down. He raised a brow, obviously realising I’d done it on purpose. He was dressed in ripped jeans again, just with a different shirt, a Bob Marley one. The memory of him wearing a Bob Marley shirt the first time we’d made love instantly sprang to mind. And it had been love. I hadn’t known it at the time, had thought it was just lust, but now... I’d been in love with him before I’d even muttered the words.

  I cleared my throat again, adding in a half-hearted hello, preferring to pretend that what had happened at the pool the day before was nothing.

  “Got a cold from standing out in the rain?” he asked.

  I grimaced at his smart-arse comment. “No.”

  He didn’t laugh, didn’t seem to be amused at all by my indignant reply, which surprised me. In the past, he’d revelled in my embarrassment, if anything, he’d provoke me just to get a rise out of me.

  “I wasn’t watching you,” I added. “I was just as surprised to see you swimming as you were to see me.”

  He leaned back in his chair, propping an arm over it as he spread his legs out, lounging before me. He really did look like a rock star. A cocky sonofabitch with far too much sex appeal and an overabundance of attitude, which I knew he was about to throw at me.

  “No, you weren’t,” he replied, his eyes narrowing at me, making me wonder whether he was angry with what I’d done. “You were perving at me.”

  “That’s not true, I just—”

  “Don’t lie, Clara. I’m not a stupid kid you can play with for your own amusement.”

  I stiffened. “I don’t think you’re a stupid kid.”

  “Really?” He pushed up from his chair and crossed the circle in a few short strides, making me shrink into my seat. “Because I’ve been told you fancy kids.”

  I blanched, what he was saying horrifying me. “That’s not true!”

  He lowered his head, causing me to suck in a breath. “Or is it just me you fancy? Young, old, clothed, naked,” he said, emphasizing the last word.

  “Why do you have to be like this?” I pushed out, wishing I was anywhere but here, the man humiliating me.

  He raised a brow. “Like what?”

  “Purposely provoking me.”

  “I’m not the one perving at their clients.”

  “I didn’t do it on purpose. I had no idea you were swimming, and who swims naked?”

  “No one told me the clinic had a pool, so I didn’t bring togs, and I’m not a prude,” he said, his tone suggesting I was one.

  “Well, you shouldn’t be swimming naked where anyone could happen along.”

  “If you thought I shouldn’t have been doin’ that, then why didn’t you tell me at the time instead of watching me? And when I got out, you stared at my dick so much you started making it hard.”

  “I did not!”

  “You did, which means you can’t be a paedo.”

  “Of course I’m not one! I already told you that.”

  “Yeah, I believe ya. Still, why did’ja fuck me as a kid? You obviously have a thing for me, but I wuz still a kid.”

  “You didn’t look like one when we were together, I’d thought you were a lot older.”

  “How old?”

  “Eighteen,” I replied, barely remembering to breathe, his face still uncomfortably close to mine, the way he was staring at me far too intense.

  He made a murmur at the back of his throat, appearing satisfied with my answer. “True, I did look older. People constantly mistook me for my older bro, still do. So, what ’bout now?”

  “What about now?”

  “You wanna fuck me?”

  My eyes widened. “Dante!”

  “I wuzn’t offering a fuck, just asked whether you wanted to.”

  “No!”

  He straightened to his full height, his crotch in front of my face. “Then why do you look at me like you wanna fuck me, like that time in your office at school? You came so hard you almost tore my hair out.”

  My mouth dropped open, hitting the floor, what he’d said knocking me clear out of the ball park. I’d thought he’d completely forgotten about me, his head injury wiping everything from our time together, but...

  What else did he remember?

  He continued, “Did’ja know I had an accident after you moved to Oz?”

  I nodded, Dante clearly still unaware that I was also in that accident. But I couldn’t tell him that. His father had made me promise to keep our time together a secret, so that Dante’s other memories didn’t resurface, horrifying ones involving a woman raping him.

  “What do you remember?” I asked.

  He licked his lips, his eyes going hooded. “I dreamt I screwed you on your office desk, drilled you so hard that I had to cover your mouth to stop you from screaming the whole school down.”

  My mouth dropped open again, feeling like it—along with my mind—was coming unhinged.

  He let out a little laugh, a smile following. “So, I wuz right. It wuzn’t just a dream, it wuz a memory.”

  “Yes,” I croaked out.

  His smile widened. “I’ve dreamt of fucking you loads of times, but never that vividly. You bein’ near me is making my memories come back much stronger. Before you were just a hot blonde I didn’t really remember, now you’re a real person.” Looking excited, he sat down next to me, his arm brushing mine. Without thought, I shifted my chair a fraction away from his, his excited look instantly disappearing.

  “Why are you acting all jumpy?” he asked. “Not like I’m laying my dick on you, I just wanna talk ’bout the time I wuz with you.”

  My heart rate picked up, what he was wanting not something I could freely speak about. I wished someone would walk through the doorway, cutting this uncomfortable—and dangerous, conversation short, but it was still too early.

  “Look...” I paused for a moment, hoping he wasn’t going to cause me trouble. “I really can’t help you.”

  “Yes, you can. With what I remember, the way we fucked, it wuzn’t just a fun fling, it wuz much deeper. Did’ja love me?”

  I willed myself not to shake. “In the past,” I replied with a half-truth, the man not needing to know I still loved him. “Where it needs to stay.”

  He frowned at me. “A past I needa remember, so please help me. You obviously know more ’bout me than you’re letting on.”

  “I ... I can’t tell you anything. This job is all I have left, so please don’t ruin it for me.”

  “I said I wouldn’t, it’s all water under the bridge, so gimme sumpthin’, anythin’.

  “I don’t know what to say.”

  “Did I love you back?”

  “Ah...”


  “Just tell me if I ever said I loved you.”

  I nodded, a breath away from crying.

  He let out a short burst of laughter.

  “What I said wasn’t funny!” I snapped, angry with his response. I was dying inside, and he was laughing?

  His smile instantly fell away. “I didn’t say it wuz funny, I’m just happy that my gut feeling wuz right. It’s been bugging the shit outta me for years. I had a feeling I might’ve said those words to a fourth person, but couldn’t remember whether it wuz real or a dream.” He shook his head, looking relieved. “I didn’t think I would remember anythin’ ’bout that time I lost, but bein’ around you... It seems to have sparked things, bringing back pieces of my memory, like that time we fucked in your office.” His eyes latched onto mine, the smouldering look he was giving me making my cheeks flame up. “That wuz one of the best fucks I’ve ever had,” he breathed out, his voice going raspy, “and I’ve had more sex than you could imagine.”

  My mouth ran dry, the way he was looking at me taking me back to that day. I agreed. It had been the best sex I’d ever had, while he was the best lover I’d ever had, no one even coming close to Dante.

  He continued, “I wanna know everything we did together, and you’re gonna help me remember it all. Cos if I get more memories as good as that one, my life isn’t as shit as I’d thought it wuz.”

  I didn’t reply, not knowing what to say. Or even if I could say anything, Dante leaving me speechless.

  He reached out, touching my hair, running the pink strands through his fingertips. I knew I should shove his hand away, but couldn’t make myself, even at the risk of someone walking in on us. My heart rate jumped at the thought, but I remained still, just staring at him.

  “You used to have blonde hair,” he said, letting go of my pink locks. “It wuz in my dream. Long, gorgeous, honey-coloured hair. Still...” he brushed my hair aside, “I like it more like this.” A sexy grin pulled at the corners of his mouth. “You like my hair too. You couldn’t stop touching it in my dream, I mean, my memory.”