Broken (The Broken Series Book 1)

by Cox, Carrie;

  “Where would you like me to touch you?” he whispered.

  As he said the words, his finger traced the edge of my panties and a ripple of pure pleasure flooded me. I was trembling.

  “Uh… there,” I said, blushing. I’d never been really comfortable with talking dirty.

  He gave me a lopsided grin that told me he knew exactly what I wanted.

  His finger rubbed the lace over my folds. I let out a breathy moan and pushed myself against his hand, desperate for more.

  He kissed my neck, letting his tongue taste my skin before he nibbled on my earlobe. “Not so fast,” he said. “We’ve got all night.”

  Usually I might have agreed with him. I liked it long and slow as much as the next girl, but right now I felt possessed. I wouldn’t be happy until I had him inside me.

  I opened my thighs wider and wiggled my bottom, hoping to tempt him.

  He groaned and the sound was so erotic my stomach muscles clenched in anticipation. I leaned forward to kiss him, needing to taste him again. His tongue delved into my mouth and I melted. I had never been kissed like that before.

  I felt his fingers shift as he pulled back the lace fabric of my panties. In super slow motion, his fingers moved towards my core. He used one finger to lightly trace along the edge of my wet folds. He repeated the movement up and down, up and down, barely touching me, yet every nerve in my body stood to attention. I was so primed. So ready.

  His finger stiffened as he moved it down again. This time he let the tip of his finger dip into my opening. He only allowed it to enter me an inch before he pulled out again. I wriggled on his lap, needing more.

  “You’re so wet, Kristina,” he said. “So wet for me.”

  I couldn’t reply. I was too focused on the sensation of his finger entering me for the second time. This time a little deeper.

  A gasp escaped my lips as I felt the heat build between my legs. Oh my God. He’d hardly touched me and I was so close. My legs were trembling and my breath was coming hot and fast.

  The pad of his thumb brushed over my clit and my hands fisted in his hair. The movement of my hips was beyond my control. I ground against his hand as his finger dipped again into my wetness.

  He circled my clit, making me moan with pleasure.

  “You feel so good,” Jack said. “I love how wet you are. I want to fuck you so badly.”

  I looked into his eyes as I rubbed myself against his hand, desperate for friction. His tanned skin was flushed. His eyes were fixed on mine and his pupils were dilated, as if he couldn’t get enough of me.

  I was still looking into his eyes when he slid his thick finger all the way inside me, and just like that, I couldn’t hold back. I felt my mouth open in surprise as my internal muscles clenched and I came around his finger.

  “Oh, God, Jack,” I breathed, holding onto his shoulders as the pleasurable waves crested through me.

  After I got my breath back, I slid off Jack’s lap and held out my hand.

  He took my hand in his, and I smiled down at him, shyly. “Shall we go in the bedroom?”

  The grin he gave me sent tingles all over my body.

  He stood and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close so I could feel every long lean muscle of his body. I could feel his erection tight against my belly, and although I’d only come a moment ago, I felt desire flood through me. As amazing as that had been, it wasn’t enough. I needed him inside me.

  We made our way slowly to the bedroom, each step interrupted with kissing and caressing.

  When we finally made it to the bedroom, I felt unexpectedly shy.

  Jack lowered his head to kiss the soft spot between my neck and shoulder and then pushed the strap of my gown out of the way, hungrily kissing my skin.

  I let the other strap fall from my other shoulder and took a shaky breath. This was scary. According to my google search, Jack had been with models and actresses, and I didn’t think my body was going to compare favorably to theirs.

  At least I had on decent underwear. I’d picked out a black lace bra and panty set to go under the dress. It was pretty skimpy. The black lace bra was strapless and barely contained my breasts.

  I held my breath as I shimmied a little, letting the gown fall to the floor. It caused my breasts to jiggle, and Jack groaned. He moved his lips lower, and his teeth grazed my erect nipple through the lace. I arched my back to give him easier access as he pushed the lace aside and his tongue flicked across my aching nipple.

  “God, Jack…”

  After licking and sucking my other nipple, he placed his hands on my cheeks and leaned down to kiss me with furious passion. I reached my hands behind his head, clutching his hair, pulling him closer. I couldn’t get enough of him.

  As he pulled away, he nipped my lower lip. “I want to watch you undress.”

  I glanced at my dress pooled on the floor by my feet.

  “Everything off,” he said, staring at the too small lace bra that was barely containing my breasts.

  I swallowed and reached a hand behind my back to unhook my bra. As the lace fell from my heavy breasts, I was rewarded with a deep moan from Jack.

  “Christ, Kristina. You’re beautiful.”

  It gave me confidence to take the next step. I hooked my thumbs around the elastic of my panties and eased them down. I didn’t look at Jack’s face, but I could see his chest rapidly rising and falling. It felt fantastic to know I was having that effect. He wanted me.

  “Get on the bed.”

  Wow his voice sent shivers through me… So deep and thick with desire.

  I sat back on his bed. My heart was beating furiously.

  He took a step towards me and then another. All the time I was holding my breath. When he paused at the foot of the bed, I reached for the band of his sweatpants. Pulling them down, my lips found his chest and I let my lips glide along his abs. The combination of his hard muscle and smooth skin drove me wild. I’d wanted to do that for ages.

  I pulled his pants down to his knees and inhaled a shocked breath at the size of him. He moved away shoving the pants off, and stepping out of them, he came towards me.

  I felt my internal muscles clench in response, and I couldn’t take my eyes off his thick manhood. Oh, God, I wanted him.

  He yanked open bedside cabinet, and after fumbling about for a few seconds, pulled out a condom.

  I shuffled back against the pillows as he crawled up the bed towards me. His eyes burned into me.

  He held himself above me and I gasped as his hot, hard length brushed against the wetness between my thighs.

  He lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me deeply, his hardness pressing against my folds. I sighed with pleasure and my hands travelled down to wrap around his thick length. As I stroked, his hips jerked in response. He wanted this as much as I did.

  I waited as he slipped on the condom, then I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him to me, and his hardness slid against my wet folds. I shivered with pleasure as the tip of his cock nudged my clit. Then gripping himself with one hand, Jack edged himself inside of me.

  “Christ, Kristina… you feel so good.”

  Jack’s eyes stayed focused on mine as he slid deeper into me. His eyes were hooded and I felt his breath hot and fast on my cheek.

  “Is that okay?”

  “Deeper,” I said, putting my hands on his ass and squeezing him closer. “More.”

  He inched further inside me, stretching and pulling, filling me completely. Then he turned his attention to my breasts, sucking my nipples until they were tight, pink peaks.

  When I had adjusted to his size, he started to move in and out of my slick core, slowly at first, then building speed.

  I felt the familiar heat growing in my belly and rolled my hips, sliding up to meet his tempo. He groaned, a low rumble against my chest, which sent pleasurable shivers along my body.

  He kissed me then, his tongue thrusting into my mouth and I kissed him back, desperate for more of him.

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bsp; Breathing heavily, he thrusted hard.

  “Jack…” I was so close. I could feel the delicious tension building deep within me.

  My walls tightened around him as he plunged into me, deeper and deeper. My hips ground against his as he pushed into me again and again, building a rhythm.

  A light sheen of sweat coated his upper body as his muscles tensed with each thrust. His breath was coming faster now, matching mine. Harder and faster he pounded into me.

  My breasts bounced with each thrust. I could feel his cock throbbing inside me, and it was enough to tip me over the edge. I clutched at him, pulling him closer as my climax rushed through me. I felt Jack slam into me again and again as he came.

  When the warm waves of my climax gradually receded, I unwrapped my legs from around Jack’s waist. I didn’t have the energy to do anything else. That had been … unbelievable. I’d never climaxed so hard in my life.

  After a moment, Jack lifted his weight from me and rolled over to lay beside me. He fumbled for my hand and pulled it up to his mouth to kiss my fingertips.

  My eyelids were starting to droop. I knew I should go and find Lauren and try to straighten things out, but I was so tired.

  I felt Jack’s arms encircle me and pull me tight against his warm, hard body. Safe, and satisfied I drifted off to sleep.

  25

  Jack

  I lay there and watched her sleep. I’d woken about twenty minutes earlier after a night of uninterrupted sleep. That hadn’t happened in a while.

  I watched the sun slowly filter through the slats in the blinds as dawn broke. The soft morning light made her skin glow.

  She slept with one arm tucked beneath the pillow and the other flung back, so I could see her naked outline beneath the thin white sheet. My eyes drank in her body hungrily, and the sight of her nipples, a hint of dark pink against the white sheet made me hard in an instant.

  I reached over to trail a finger along the sweet dip of her waist, and she moaned once, half-asleep before turning over and blinking up at me.

  At first she was all sleepy and disorientated, and then suddenly her eyes widened, and she sat up, clutching the white sheet to her chest and looking at me in horror.

  It was enough to seriously dent my ego.

  I reached out, putting my hand on her thigh, not wanting this to end.

  I could sense what was going to happen next. I would have done anything to stop it, but I didn’t know how.

  She swung her legs out of the bed, looking at me over her shoulder.

  “This shouldn’t have happened … I mean … I’m really sorry. It was all my fault … I’d had too much to drink,” she said. “I should never have done this. I …” She looked back at me, her hands trembling. “Will I lose my job?”

  I pulled myself up into a sitting position. “What are you talking about?” I snapped. “Of course you won’t lose your job. Nothing has to change.”

  She misunderstood me and nodded slowly. “Yes, you’re right; this was just a little blip. Things can go back to normal and we can forget this ever happened. I’m so sorry, Jack, I really appreciate you understanding.”

  “Stop apologizing,” I said. “You haven’t done anything wrong.”

  Her eyes widened again. “Oh, God, I didn’t think … Your legs? Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

  “For chrissake,” I snapped. “I’m not that fragile.”

  I couldn’t help being angry. I wanted to ask her not to leave, to tell her last night was amazing and I want to do it all over again. In fact, I’d prefer to keep her in bed with me all day. But I said none of those things. I just snapped at her. I was so frustrated.

  I watched as she pulled on her panties, keeping most of her body covered with the sheet. She caught me staring and made a little sign with her finger for me to turn around.

  “If you wouldn’t mind.” Her voice was stiff and formal, nothing like the breathy way she’d called my name last night when I’d been inside her.

  How could things have changed so much in the space of a few hours? I wanted to pull the sheet aside, and kiss those soft lips of hers until she was begging me to take her again.

  But I didn’t move. I did what she asked and averted my gaze.

  I felt the shift as she got up from the mattress, and I could hear her pulling on her clothes.

  “I hope nobody else is up yet,” she said. “I’ll just die if anyone sees me. I mean, with this evening gown it’s pretty obvious that I’m wearing the same clothes as last night.”

  I said nothing. She’d made things perfectly clear. She regretted everything.

  She only did it because she felt sorry for me, and now she was ashamed. She didn’t want anyone to know.

  And who could blame her? She could have anyone she wanted: a man who could walk without a limp and live a normal life, without fury and resentment dominating his thoughts.

  Last night I was a fool to let myself think that things would be different.

  For one night, she’d needed me, and I had been happy to fulfill that role. I’d been stupid to expect anything more.

  “I’ll see you in a little while,” she said, gathering up the last of her things and walking towards the bedroom door.

  I didn’t bother to turn around.

  “Sure,” I said and kept my gaze fixed on the window.

  26

  Kristina

  I did the walk of shame from Jack’s wing of the house back to my own room.

  I practically held my breath as I rounded every corner, expecting to see disapproving looks each time I entered a different corridor.

  When I heard Alexander’s voice coming from the informal dining room, my heart leapt in my chest. If he saw me, he’d know what I’d done and sack me on the spot.

  Who could blame him? I’d acted like a total tramp. Last night, I’d only thought of myself and my needs, I didn’t even consider hurting Jack. My cheeks burned with shame.

  I remembered just how passionate sex had been last night and bit down on my lip. He didn’t seem like anything was holding him back. In fact, it was quite simply the most amazing sex I’d ever had. Despite his injury, Jack had been stronger and more athletic than any of my previous partners. I’d known what I had wanted from him and I’d taken it.

  I sighed with relief when I made it back to my room without anyone seeing me, only to jump when I saw Lauren sprawled across my bed. She’d obviously been waiting for me and fallen asleep. I had the champagne to thank for that. I dreaded to think what would have happened if Lauren had come looking for me and found me in Jack’s bed.

  I shuddered. I couldn’t let her see me like this. She’d guess what I’d done immediately. I headed straight for the bathroom and gasped when I saw my reflection in the mirror. My mascara and eye makeup had smudged, making me look as well as feel like a total tramp.

  I pulled out a cosmetic wipe from my toiletry bag and set to work trying to clean the black smears from the skin around my eyes.

  I was trying to think about anything other than what I had just done. But my mind kept coming back to the huge mistake I’d just made.

  Why did I always have to self-sabotage? For the first time in years I had a great job. I’d been able to travel to Europe and live in a mansion for chrissake.

  I’d promised myself I would make this work, but now I couldn’t see how to get past this. I’d handed myself to Jack on a plate and it wasn’t surprising he hadn’t turned me down. I’m mean, Jack was a guy. But I couldn’t let myself think for a fraction of a second that he was interested in anything more than a quick fumble under the bed sheets. Only it hadn’t been quick… it had been amazing.

  Images of last night flooded my brain, and I felt my nipples tingle in response. Holy hell, who was I kidding? Last night had been amazing! Perhaps if I could control my feelings and treat this as a casual thing we could …

  No. No. No.

  I had to stop this now before it got out of hand. My personality could not handle this
. A small taste of Jack Harding would just make me crave more.

  I didn’t know what it was about him, but he had some kind of power over me. One look into those deep, brown eyes and I was lost. I just couldn’t resist him. I couldn’t say no.

  He had a certain way of looking at me, with his dark burning eyes, which made me feel so powerless. I threw the cosmetic wipe into the bin in irritation and head straight for the shower.

  That was crap and I knew it. It wasn’t Jack’s fault this was down to me. I had to be stronger than this.

  I spent at least twenty minutes in the shower, letting the hot water flow over my body. And as the streams of water trickled down over my shoulders and my breasts, I couldn’t help remembering how it had felt to have Jack’s hands on me last night.

  If I didn’t feel so strongly, this would be the perfect set up … but I just knew I was going to get hurt.

  You had to take risks in life, I realized that. And you never get anything worthwhile by hiding from reality. But I wasn’t ready to deal with these feelings I had for Jack.

  I hadn’t managed to put my broken pieces back together again yet, and if I was shattered one more time, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to find all the pieces, let alone stick them back together.

  I grabbed my bottle of strawberry shampoo and squirted a great dollop on my hair.

  I knew Jack was only after a bit of fun. He was a man stuck up here in this mansion all alone, without the endless female groupies he’d no doubt become accustomed to over the years. He had an itch he had to scratch, and I just happened to be around.

  But the problem was, for me, it wasn’t just sex. I wanted more than that, but I could never get it from Jack Harding.

  I wrapped a fluffy, white towel around my body and I let out a deep sigh, hesitating with my hand on the bathroom door handle before I wrenched it open.

  Lauren sat on my bed, with red crease marks on one side of her face from where she’d been laying on my crumpled-up sheets. Her eyes were blazing.

  “Where the hell were you?” she demanded. “I was so worried. I spent an hour looking for you.”