Broken Pieces (Healing Heart Book 1)

by Maxene Novak

  Spencer nodded his agreement. Lorie grabbed her bag and keys and the three of them headed out. Clay was quiet as he drove. Tonight was going to be rough, but Jemma was right. He needed to open up to Lorie and Spencer if he had any hope of making this thing between them last. He still worried that they might look at him differently once they knew everything, but he had to try.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Spencer

  Spencer sat on the couch in Clay’s living room next to Lorie, and they watched Clay pace back and forth in front of them. This had been going on for the past ten minutes, ever since Clay asked them to sit down so he could talk to them. So far he hadn’t done any talking, but Spencer and Lorie were not going to interrupt him. They’d shared a couple texts while they were both away from Clay getting their clothes to stay at his house overnight, and they agreed that they wouldn’t push him. Whatever he wanted to share with them tonight, they would be patient and let him tell them what he wanted to at his own pace.

  Spencer looked over at Lorie, and even though she was trying to hide it he could see that she was worried. He reached over and took her hand, pulling it into his lap and rubbing his thumb back and forth over her knuckles, hoping the gesture would soothe her a little. It wasn’t working for him, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t help her…. After what felt like an eternity, but was really only about fifteen minutes, Clay finally stopped pacing and turned to face them.

  “My mom was an addict,” Clay blurted. Spencer didn’t flinch and neither did Lorie. They would be strong for Clay so he could get through this. “She paid for her addictions by selling herself. She never wanted me.” Clay paused to run his hand through his hair. “I was just a side-effect of her job.” That made Lorie go stiff beside Spencer, but he couldn’t blame her. He flinched slightly himself when he heard Clay refer to himself as a side-effect like that. “Most of the time I’m pretty sure she forgot I was there. On a good week she would remember to feed me at least once a day. I honestly don’t know how I survived when I was a baby. When I was old enough to walk and understand the concept of eating and food I scrounged through the kitchen for anything I could find to eat when she forgot to feed me. I ate a lot of things that would make you cringe. When I was eight years old she went out to work one night and she never came back. I got really hungry, so I walked to the only place I knew within walking distance, which was a gas station. The second I put a pack of crackers in my pockets the clerk was on me, and when the cops arrived and found out my only known parent had disappeared into the foster system I went.”

  Clay stopped talking and began pacing again. Spencer felt a cold chill shoot down his spine and he knew that Clay wasn’t done. He was sure that the worst part of Clay’s story was yet to come, and judging by the way Lorie was squeezing his hand in a vice-like grip he knew she thought the same thing. He also knew that she’d heard a censored version of Clay’s story when he was talking to Paul, so her unease only made his worry grow. After a few more minutes of pacing, Clay sat down in a chair across from them and buried his face in his hands for another minute or two.

  Clay started talking again before he looked back up at them. “I was put into a foster home. At first I thought I’d finally found people who cared about me. They kept my belly full, kept me clean, bought me new clothes, and got me enrolled in school. One night about a month after I started living there my foster dad came into my room in the middle of the night.” Clay looked up at them and Spencer saw the tears that filled his eyes, and the wet streaks running down his cheeks from the tears that had already escaped. “He woke me up when he put his hand down my pants.”

  Spencer felt his own tears spilling over and running down his face. He couldn’t help it. He wanted to be strong for Clay while he told them his story, but his heart was breaking for the man in front of him. For the child who had his innocence stolen from him. He was angry too. He wanted to know who the motherfucker was that hurt Clay so badly. He wanted to find him and bash his fucking head in. Lorie must have sensed Spencer’s change in mood because she pulled her hand out of his and started rubbing circles on his back to get him to loosen up.

  “He came into my room almost every night after that,” Clay continued. “ Things got a lot worse than him just putting his hands on me. On the night of my ninth birthday he raped me for the first time.” Clay’s tears were flowing freely now, and Spencer was sure that his were too. He was gritting his teeth to keep from spouting all of the profanities that were aching to get out. He could feel Lorie’s body shaking subtly next to him, and without looking at her Spencer knew that she was crying now. “It went on until I was fourteen. By then I decided that I just couldn’t take it anymore, and I ran away. I was homeless for a while; hopping in and out of shelters, but it was a hundred times better than staying in that house with him. I’ve been on my own since.”

  Clay stopped talking then, and Spencer could tell he had said all he wanted to say—probably more. He hesitated to get up and go to Clay right away, not wanting to startle him while he was so vulnerable. Right when he decided that he couldn’t sit there without holding Clay for another second, Clay looked back up at him and Lorie and said, “I understand if neither of you want to be with me anymore. I’m not exactly what you thought you were getting when we started this…whatever we are. You didn’t know that I’m damaged goods. Now that you know I’ll understand if it’s too much for you to want to deal with. Hell, I wish I didn’t have to deal with it myself and it’s my crap.”

  That was it. Spencer couldn’t sit still any longer. He was across the room and on his knees in front of Clay in the blink of an eye, and Lorie was right beside him. “Don’t ever say that again,” Spencer told Clay. He reached for Clay and held his face in his hands, forcing Clay to look him in the eyes. “You are not damaged. You are not a side-effect. You ARE amazing, smart, sexy, and incredibly loving and kind-hearted. We aren’t going anywhere.” Spencer motioned between him and Lorie. “I have never been happier than I’ve been since I met the two of you, and I have no intentions of giving you up. I will do whatever I have to do to keep you both as mine.”

  “He’s right,” Lorie added. “You are an amazing man. You have one of the biggest hearts I’ve ever known, and anyone would be blessed to have the chance to spend even the smallest amount of time with you.” Lorie reached forward and placed her hands on Clay’s knee. “Like Spencer said, we aren’t going anywhere. If you will have me, I’m yours for as long as you want me.” She looked at Spencer. “That goes for both of you.” Spencer gave her a small smile and wiped away her tears before leaning forward and kissing her tenderly.

  “So, what do you say?” Spencer asked Clay.

  Clay looked back and forth between Spencer and Lorie, his eyes blinking repeatedly trying to stop the tears he couldn’t seem to hold back. All three of them were a mess of tears. After a few minutes of just staring at them, a shy smile lit up Clay’s face. “I say I think I love you. Both of you.”

  Spencer felt like his heart expanded to fill up his entire chest cavity. Of all the things he had expected Clay to say, that had not even been close to one of them, yet he knew right away that it was what he’d wanted to hear him say. Spencer pulled Clay’s face to his and kissed him hard, pouring all of his feelings into that one kiss. When he pulled back, he looked Clay in the eyes and couldn’t wipe the smile off of his face. “I love you too.” He turned and reached for Lorie pulling her in for a tender kiss, “And you too, lady.”

  Lorie was crying again, but her beautiful smile told him that this time they were happy tears. “I love you both,” she said. It was Clay who pulled her in for a kiss next. When he released her, Lorie looked between the two of them and held out her hands for each of them to take. “Let’s go to bed. I want to be close to you both right now.”

  Spencer and Clay walked with Lorie to Clay’s bedroom. Lorie removed her clothes and climbed into the middle of Clay’s bed. Spencer and Clay followed suit and laid down on either side of Lorie. The three of th
em held each other. Spencer felt complete lying in bed with his arms wrapped around Lorie while holding Clay’s hand. Maybe it was from all of the crying, but it wasn’t long at all before Spencer felt his eyelids getting heavy and soon he was sound asleep.

  ***

  Spencer felt himself growing hard as a hand began massaging his dick. He rolled his hips upwards and moaned with the pleasure the friction gave him. He thought he was dreaming until he felt a hot, wet mouth surround his head and suck him down to the base of his dick. Spencer’s eyes shot opened and he found Clay between his legs, his sexy mouth stretched around Spencer’s erection as he bobbed his head slowly up and down. When Clay took his full length into his mouth and swallowed around the head of his dick Spencer cried out, and his hips jerked upward of their own free will. “Fuck Clay!”

  Lorie leaned over him then and covered his mouth with hers. She nipped his bottom lip before opening up to him and massaging his tongue with her own. Spencer groaned into her mouth and wound his hand around the back of her head, tangling his fingers in her hair. He reached between them with his other hand and cupped her full breast, caressing a hard nipple with his thumb. Her breath hitched and Spencer smiled against her mouth. When he felt Clay run his finger down to his ass, Spencer stiffened slightly. Clay was the first man he’d ever been with, which meant he was a virgin where that area was concerned and the idea of allowing Clay entrance both thrilled and scared the shit out of him.

  Clay lifted his head, releasing Spencer’s erection and gently massaging his thigh. “Relax. I won’t hurt you, I promise.”

  Spencer looked Clay in the eye. “I know you won’t. Just, take it slow.”

  “I plan to,” Clay said and winked at Spencer.

  Spencer let his head fall back and inhaled deeply to calm himself down. He may not have been with another man, but he had the internet and he knew enough to know things would be a lot better for him if he relaxed his body. Clay removed his hand from Spencer’s thigh and wrapped it around the base of Spencer’s dick, then he wrapped his hot lips around Spencer’s head again. Spencer let his head fall back as he thrust his erection the rest of the way into Clay’s waiting mouth. Lorie brought her mouth back down to his and he thrust his tongue between her soft lips as Clay bobbed his head up and down Spencer’s throbbing shaft. Spencer felt Clay’s hand slowly move back down to his ass, and then a slick finger was circling him and putting pressure on his entrance. Spencer made himself relax, and it wasn’t long before he was moving himself against Clay’s fingers, enjoying the way they felt pressing against him and aching for more.

  Spencer pulled his mouth away from Lorie’s and looked down his body at Clay. Watching the man pleasure him with his mouth sent pleasure shooting through him, and Spencer wanted nothing more than to be possessed by Clay in that moment. Clay opened his eyes and they locked with Spencer’s as Spencer groaned his name, “Clay.” His voice was thick with his desire and need for release.

  Clay kept circling Spencer’s entrance and looked at Lorie. “Come straddle him, baby.” Lorie moved down the bed and lifted her leg over Spencer’s waist. Clay held Spencer’s erection, guiding him into Lorie’s sex as she slowly sank down, sheathing Spencer’s dick with her velvety warmth. Spencer reached forward and gripped her hips, making sure she kept her movements slow and steady. If he wasn’t careful he’d be finished in the next minute, and he wanted to fulfill Lorie’s needs before his own but she felt so good. Clay sat up on his knees and nipped the base of Lorie’s neck from behind. When he met Spencer’s gaze he smirked at him. He knew exactly what Spencer was feeling right then. “Perfection.” Spencer nodded, but he didn’t try to speak. He wasn’t sure any actual words would come out if he tried right then anyway.

  Clay brought his mouth to Lorie’s ear, “I want you to make love to him nice and slow. Okay?”

  Lorie bit her lip. Her voice was raspy when she said, “Yes.”

  Lorie leaned forward and started moving her body slowly up and down Spencer’s erection. Spencer was enamored by how beautiful Lorie looked while riding him; taking her own pleasure from him while also giving him pleasure. He couldn’t look away from her, and he didn’t notice when Clay dropped back down behind her so it was a bit of a surprise when he felt Clay’s slick finger push inside of him. Clay eased his finger inside slowly, giving Spencer time to adjust. Initially Spencer was thrown by the burning sensation, but Lorie quickly distracted him from feeling anything other than pleasure. When Clay started moving his finger in and out, the pain quickly gave way to more pleasure, and when he thrust a second finger inside of Spencer and rubbed against his prostate, Spencer was sure he saw stars. He’d never felt so much pleasure at once.

  After a minute or so Clay removed his fingers and sat back up on his knees. Spencer watched as Clay ran his hand up Lorie’s back, along her spine, and slowly lowered her body so she was bent over Spencer as she rode him. Clay could hear her heavy breathing, and feel the way her thighs would slightly tremble when his dick hit a particularly sensitive spot inside of her. Spencer felt Clay press the silky smooth head of his erection against his entrance. He focused on letting his body relax the best that he could, but he had to admit he was a little anxious. Clay was big and thick, and Spencer had no idea how he would fit. Clay pressed into him slowly, pausing to allow Spencer’s body to get used to him once he was fully inside. Lorie rocked her hips and Spencer’s body reacted, thrusting up into her. The movement made Clay’s dick move inside of him and Spencer instantly wanted more.

  Clay looked at him over Lorie’s back, “You okay?”

  He managed to groan out a, “Yeah,” and that was all Clay needed to hear before he wrapped his hands around Spencer’s legs and thrust deep inside.

  ***

  Lorie

  Lorie was already so turned on she thought she would explode as she rode Spencer’s throbbing length, but seeing the ecstasy take over his features when Clay thrust inside of him was hotter than she would have ever imagined any sex could be. When she brought herself down over Spencer again pleasure shot through her spine and out over her entire body, and she shattered around him as wave after wave of pleasure erupted inside of her. “Oh god!” Her orgasm ripped through her so hard and fast that her whole body spasmed and she felt her sex clamping down on Spencer as he jerked his hips again and again, thrusting into her hard and fast. When she felt his own release erupt inside of her, another wave of pleasure rushed through her as a second orgasm shattered her in the best way possible.

  Clay moved in closer behind her and dropped kisses along her spine, then he gripped Spencer’s hips and began thrusting into him like a wild beast. Lorie was sure he actually growled when he came, stilling with his erection still buried inside of Spencer. “Uuuugh!”

  They all just stayed there with each other for a minute, still connected as they let their racing hearts calm back down. After a few minutes Clay planted another soft kiss on her spine before he crawled out of the bed and went to the bathroom. She heard the water running, and when he came out he had a couple warm washcloths, which he used to clean her and Spencer with. He tossed them through the bathroom door and crawled back into the bed. Lorie moved so that she was tucked snugly in between Clay and Spencer, and both men moved in close, wrapping her up in their embrace. She realized in that moment that both Clay and Spencer had declared their love for her and each other earlier, and she had just brought them to bed without expressing her own feelings and letting them know she was in this just as deeply as the two of them. Lorie rolled to her back and took their hands in her own. She leaned over and gave them both a soft kiss, and when she laid back down both men leaned over her. “I love you both, very much. I didn’t say it before, but it’s true. If I’m honest, both of you stole my heart the first time I met you. I’ve never really cared about being in a relationship. I just wanted to pursue my career and help as many kids as a I could and having a man wasn’t important. The minute I met the two of you that last part changed, and I knew that I wanted you
both more than I’d ever wanted anything before.”

  Clay brushed her hair back out of her face and kissed her. “The feeling is mutual.”

  “Agreed,” Spencer said, and he too leaned in for a kiss.

  Lorie smiled as both men snuggled up next to her. She felt completely at home in their embrace, and she fell asleep happier than she’d ever been.

  ***

  Clay

  Clay lay awake in bed watching Lorie and Spencer sleep. He had already pinched himself twice to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. He had told them his ugly past and they hadn’t blinked an eye. Of course, he hadn’t missed the fury that darkened Spencer’s eyes when he told them about the things his foster dad had done to him. If he was honest, it made him feel good to know that Spencer cared about him enough to want to hurt the person who had hurt him so long ago, and there was no doubt that was exactly what Spencer wanted to do.

  He thought about all of the one-night stands, the threesomes, and the men and women who had thrown themselves at him and claimed to love him over the years. Clay wasn’t stupid. He knew exactly what attracted those people, and he knew that it wasn’t him that they loved but his money and the life they thought he could provide for him. He’d always vowed to himself that he would never become the man who took care of someone else. He wouldn’t use his money to keep someone else happy and comfortable. He worked hard to get to where he was, and he would spend his money on those who needed it like the children who would live at Children’s Haven, like Paul.

  Watching Lorie and Spencer sleep, he knew that he’d just been lying to himself. Sure, he would never be anyone’s sugar daddy, but he would do everything in his power to make these two happy. He smiled to himself as soon as the thought crossed his mind. He knew that neither Lorie nor Spencer would want him to spend his money on them. They didn’t care about money or gifts; they cared about him. Sure, Lorie wouldn’t mind him throwing money into the home to help as many children as they could, but he knew she had no expectations of him spending his money on her. As far as Spencer went, the man didn’t have a fancy or expensive bone in his body.