Damaged!: A Walker Brothers Novel: (The Walker Brothers Book 3)

by J. S. Scott

  He moved down and put his scorching mouth on my nipples, one after the other, until I was half out of my mind.

  I speared my hands into his hair and yanked. “Please, Dane,” I whimpered.

  He reared up between my legs, his hand seeking and finding the material of my panties. There was no time to pull them off delicately. He tore the material with a powerful tug.

  “Mine,” he rumbled as his fingers delved into the wetness and warmth of my pulsating core.

  “Yes,” I agreed, loving his fierce possessiveness.

  His thumb started moving over my clit, a slick motion that zeroed in on where I needed him the most, and relieved some of my restlessness. But it wasn’t enough.

  I shoved to push him away, my blood pounding in my veins for me to get him naked.

  “Kenzie?” he said in a covetous voice. “What do you want?”

  I sat up and grabbed for the ties of his pajama bottoms. “This,” I panted as I yanked on the strings. “I need you.”

  Dane was breathing heavy, his chest heaving with every intake of air. “Wait. You’ll get it. Soon.”

  “I can’t wait anymore, Dane.”

  He stumbled to his feet at the side of the bed, shucking off the flannel bottoms in record time.

  He had nothing beneath them, and his cock sprang out of its confinement, heavy and beautiful when it was exposed.

  My eyes ate him up, devouring the perfection that was Dane. He was the perfect male specimen in my eyes, and everything inside me that was female ached for the gorgeous, muscular body of the man I’d learned to care so much about.

  His eyes appeared to be almost black, their chocolate color deepening as his greedy stare roamed over my form, making me feel taken before he even came back to the bed.

  “This isn’t going to go slow,” he warned me in a feral tone. “I have no brakes when it comes to you.”

  My belly flip-flopped as I stared at him boldly, then reached out to touch the velvety head of his cock. “I never asked for slow,” I said.

  The feel of him was like an aphrodisiac to me. Not that I needed one. Watching Dane in all of his glory was plenty.

  I fondled his cock, my desire rising to fever pitch as I glanced at the sculpted V beneath his abdomen that appeared to point right at the large erection I was stroking.

  He felt so amazing that I couldn’t stop myself from swiping the bead of moisture from the tip and tasting him.

  “Christ, Kenzie!” he growled. “Are you trying to kill me?”

  “Only with pleasure,” I answered, my voice unrecognizably seductive.

  “Stop, or I’ll put you over my lap and turn that beautiful ass red.”

  My heart galloped as I imagined being at Dane’s mercy. “I might like that,” I bantered.

  Dane pulled my hand away, and then came back onto the bed, his body pinning me to the mattress. “Be careful what you ask for,” he answered, his breath warm on the side of my face.

  “I’m not afraid,” I said. “Any way you touch me would end up turning into pleasure.”

  He pulled back and stared down at me, his nostrils flaring as he appeared to be straining to keep himself in check. “Damn right I’d make it your pleasure,” he rasped.

  I wrapped my legs around his waist, and then strained up against him. “Now, Dane. I need you.”

  The ache inside me was getting painful, and more than I could handle.

  “Easy, baby,” he crooned. “Kiss me, Kenzie.”

  I wrapped my arms around his neck, and pulled his head down. It was all the encouragement he needed to kiss me like a man possessed.

  His hard cock pressed against my core. I was so close to getting what I needed.

  I strained up against him again, urging him to fill me as his intoxicating embrace went on and on.

  When he finally surged into me with one powerful thrust of his hips, I moaned against his mouth.

  Dane was built big, and my internal muscles struggled to accept him. Then the minor pain gave way to a greater sensation of being completely and totally filled.

  “Yes,” I moaned as he released my mouth. “Yes, please. Fuck me.”

  “You’re so damn tight, sweetheart,” he groaned, his body shuddering as he completely seated himself inside me. “And so fucking hot.”

  “That’s all your fault,” I whimpered.

  “Jesus, Kenzie. I didn’t realize it could be like this,” he said in a raspy voice filled with molten heat.

  I understood. It was perfect. Our bodies burned in tandem as Dane pulled almost out and then thrust in again.

  “Oh, God, yes,” I urged him on.

  He grasped a huge piece of my hair and pulled my head back until he could ravage the skin on my neck with his teeth and mouth.

  My focus narrowed in on his forceful thrusts, feeling nothing except him.

  He surged inside me over and over, and all I could do was ride with him.

  Deeper and deeper.

  Harder and harder.

  “More,” I gasped, my short nails clawing at his back.

  I was like tinder to his flame, and I was ready to explode into an out of control inferno, a blaze that couldn’t be contained.

  “Dane, I can’t take it,” I said in a desperate tone.

  “You’ll take it,” he said in an animalistic voice beside my ear. “You’ll take it and then beg for more.”

  I knew he was right. I couldn’t get enough. My back arched as the tight coil in my belly began to unfurl and went straight to my core.

  My legs tightened around his waist, and his thrusts became short and deep.

  Our sweaty bodies slid together in a perfect rhythm that was erotic as hell, and caused each stroke of his cock to slide over my throbbing clit.

  I imploded. And then, I began to sob as my climax took over my body until I felt like one big pulsating mess.

  My pussy clamped down on his enormous cock, as though it didn’t want to let him go.

  I wanted to stretch out the moment, but my orgasm was too strong to be ignored.

  “Dane,” I screamed around my sobs.

  “Fuck!” he said in a throaty voice. “I can’t hold back.”

  “Don’t,” I pleaded as my core rippled around his cock, milking him to orgasm.

  The climax hammered me, leaving me drifting in the aftermath.

  Dane finally rolled off me, both of us completely spent.

  My body was still trembling as he wrapped his arms around me and held me close.

  “Don’t cry, sweetheart. Why are you crying?”

  They were tears of joy, a relief and happiness I just couldn’t contain.

  I clung to him as I answered, “It’s not a bad cry. I’m happy.”

  I’d never felt that kind of belonging with somebody, that kind of joy. My emotions had poured across my usual, preset stopping point, and I hadn’t been able to hold them back.

  Everything had exploded in a sob fest that I’d never experienced in the past.

  I love you, Dane. I love you so much it hurts!

  My mind was screaming what my mouth couldn’t utter. So I just clung to him silently as I recovered from the most extraordinary, mind-blowing experience of my entire life.

  CHAPTER 30

  Kenzie

  THREE YEARS AGO…

  “I got sacked,” I told Paige as my eyes stayed glued to the help wanted ads in the paper.

  I was on the couch with a bag of Cheetos Puffs, and chowing down on them while I was looking at the ads, my fingers starting to smudge the paper orange.

  “What now?” Paige teased. “Oh, wait! Don’t tell me. Mr. Patel is getting a new relative into the United States who needs your job?”

  “His nephew,” I answered flatly.

  “You have to stop the night j
obs at hotels,” Paige observed. “They never last long.”

  I sighed as I looked up at her from my position on the couch. She’d just come in from class, and she looked as exhausted as I felt.

  “I know. I’m looking for something else.”

  The night clerk at the hotel had been a second job for me. I already worked full-time during the day at another mindless job, but it didn’t pay enough for me not to have a second employer.

  Paige snatched the paper from me. “Stop looking. God, you just got fired.”

  I shrugged. “It’s not like I’m not used to it.”

  I’d lost five evening jobs over the last few years, and none of the dismissals had been my fault.

  A bankrupt business.

  A business having layoffs.

  A business cutting back on staff.

  A business where a woman on maternity leave decided to finally revisit her job again.

  And now…the Indian boss who wanted to employ his family coming into the U.S.

  Hell, what chance did I have when I was weighed against a nephew?

  “You don’t need to find a job today,” she griped.

  Yeah, I actually needed something that would pay me before the end of the month, or I might not be able to squeak out my rent. But I didn’t tell Paige that. She was working her ass off, too, and the last thing she needed was a deadbeat roommate.

  Paige had turned out to be the best sort of roommate, the kind that made an excellent best friend. Over time, I’d shared a lot, and she’d told me things she’d never told another soul. We’d managed to get by together, neither one of us complaining when we had to throw in a little extra if one of us was short.

  “I’ll find something,” I assured her.

  She swiped my paper and strode over to hold it near the trash. “You have to quit. We never have an evening together. We can do a marathon movie or TV night.”

  Damn! That sounded good. We rarely got to spend more than an hour or two at home together, and it wasn’t because either one of us had a hot guy. More often than not we were working or Paige was in class.

  Sadly, I knew our roommate situation wouldn’t last forever.

  Paige could see an end to her poverty. She’d be a Harvard Law School grad, and I’d just keep on working dead end jobs.

  There was no rainbow at the end of my tunnel.

  I’ll make it. I just have to find the strength to keep trying.

  I let Paige have her way, and I stopped my job search for the night. I wouldn’t have her for a roommate forever, and I wanted to enjoy one evening with my best friend.

  Sooner or later, she’d be gone, and I was going to be all alone again. I wanted to just enjoy her company, and hope we kept in touch after she moved on to something better than our small apartment in Cambridge.

  CHAPTER 31

  Kenzie

  THE PRESENT…

  I woke up in the morning surrounded by warmth in the form of a red-hot male body that was wrapped around me.

  Dane had spooned me tight, and never let go, even after he fell asleep.

  I laid there for a few minutes, just enjoying the sensation of being cherished enough to have a place in Dane’s arms.

  We were both a little bit stinky since we’d fallen asleep soon after he’d fucked me to within an inch of my life, but I wasn’t about to complain.

  Eventually, I started to squirm slowly out of my place, needing desperately to empty my bladder.

  “Oh no, you don’t,” Dane said in an adorable, sleepy male tone that sent shivers down my spine. “You’re not leaving me.”

  He tightened his arm around my waist.

  “Dane, I have to go. Literally. I haven’t wet my bed in well over twenty years.”

  “Okay, then,” he grumbled, but he still didn’t let me go.

  I actually giggled because he was so funny when he wasn’t quite awake. “You have to let go.”

  “Don’t want to,” he complained.

  Honestly, I had no desire to get up at the moment, but my bladder was screaming for relief. “I have to,” I said with regret, and then wiggled until he loosened his hold.

  “Come back to me,” he growled.

  I took a moment to lean over and kiss him on the forehead before I scampered to the attached bathroom. Judging by the fact that Dane hadn’t even opened his eyes, he’d probably be back to sleep within moments.

  I finished my business, and then turned on the shower. I was desperate to get my own stink off my body.

  Come back to me.

  I came so damn close to obeying his command because I wanted to, but the shower won because I really needed it to feel human again.

  The powerful, jetted stream from the showerhead woke me up, clearing my muddled senses.

  Now all I need is coffee!

  But really, all I wanted was Dane again.

  I guessed that was the problem in experiencing that much pleasure. I’d gotten greedy to experience it over and over again.

  I washed my hair and ran the conditioner through it while I thought about what had happened the night before.

  Dane was so damn dangerous to me. Not only was I crazy in love with him, but he could also be a damn good friend. My attraction to him was off the charts. And my soul felt a profound connection for the first time in my life.

  Problem was, that combination could be disastrous, but I was at the point where I had to try. What good was there in life if all I ever did was survive? Maybe I was conditioned not to take chances, but Dane tempted me beyond anything I could possibly resist.

  I wanted love.

  I wanted connection.

  I wanted…him.

  My chest ached as I remembered how he’d made me come apart, my brain focused only on pleasure.

  It was highly possible that the way I loved Dane might only come once in a lifetime. And I just couldn’t throw it aside for safety. I wanted to experience everything I could before I missed the chance.

  I closed my eyes and leaned back against the tile, my body primed and ready to orgasm.

  Before I could think about it, I ran my hand down my belly, and it came to rest on my aching core.

  “Dane,” I whispered as I pictured him in my mind, that heavy-lidded, turned on expression I’d seen last night forming in my brain. “I need you.”

  I lifted my foot and propped it on the tub, my fingers still busy stimulating my throbbing clit.

  My stomach clenched, and I bit back a moan as I visualized Dane surging into me. And Dane feasting on my pussy like he had the first time we’d been intimate.

  I squeaked and my eyes popped open. A strong hand wrapped around my wrist, pulling my hand away from what I was doing.

  Before I could quite process what was happening, Dane was on his knees and between my legs.

  He looked up at me. “You’re a very bad girl, Kenzie. Getting you off is my job,” he rasped. “But I’ll let it slide for now.”

  I shivered at the low timbre of his voice. I knew he was playing, but I didn’t know quite how to join in. Or at least…I thought he was teasing. With Dane, it was hard to tell sometimes.

  In seconds, I wasn’t thinking about his words. All I could do was feel as he buried his face between my legs.

  “Oh, God,” I whispered, my legs trembling as he put his hands on my ass and pulled my pussy against his face.

  I had to grab onto the bar in the shower, and I was grateful it was there. With my foot propped up, I was completely open to Dane, but my balance wasn’t quite stable.

  I let my head fall back against the tile as Dane’s tongue flicked over the tender, pink flesh, then zeroed in on the tiny bundle of nerves that sent me through the roof.

  I white-knuckled the metal bar, feeling my body reacting violently to every subtle touch of Dane’s tongue.<
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  With him, there would probably never be a time that I didn’t go up in flames the moment he touched me.

  “Make me come, Dane, please,” I begged.

  My core was already clenching, and I could feel my orgasm barreling full-strength toward me.

  The pulsating stream of water was hitting my nipples, stimulating them almost in the same rhythm as Dane’s tongue.

  My back arched instinctively as my climax hit me like a tidal wave.

  “Dane. Yes. Yes.” I reached my free hand down to spear my fingers through his wet hair, my volatile release consuming me.

  I wanted him close.

  Closer.

  Then closer still.

  My body shuddered as I imploded, becoming a trembling mess as I gasped for breath and my sanity.

  Dane’s fingers replaced his mouth as he rose up, still gently stroking over me until I finally relaxed against him, my body completely wrecked.

  “Good morning,” he said in a low, sexy voice beside my ear. I was wide awake now, even without my morning coffee.

  “Yes, it is,” I panted.

  His chuckle vibrated against my skin, and it was one of the best things I’d ever heard.

  I wanted to make Dane happy.

  I wanted to make him laugh.

  There had been way too much solitude and sadness in his life.

  “I thought I told you to come back to me,” he scolded.

  “I wanted to not stink first,” I protested. “But I can make it worth the wait.”

  “You already have, sweetheart,” he assured me.

  My heart squeezed inside my chest. “I can make it even better,” I offered, not waiting for him to answer before I slid down his body and knelt at his feet.

  I’d wanted this last night, but things had been too volatile for me to fumble with my first blow job. Now, we had plenty of time.

  “Kenzie, if you do that, I’m definitely going to come in record time,” he warned.

  I wrapped my hand around his rock-hard cock. “God, I hope so,” I replied in a hopeful tone. “Well, not the record time thing, but the coming thing.”

  I savored the feel of his thick, hard shaft, hoping I could manage to give him the same pleasure he’d given me.

  I looked up at him, and our eyes met with a powerful clash. “Help me,” I said. “I don’t exactly know how to do this.”