Unbroken -Part Two - A Second Chance at Love Romance: The Collective - Season 1, Episode 6

by Riley Edwards

  I wanted Reid to erase the memory of Carl in the shower. Replace it with something better.

  “I need you,” I admitted.

  “I’m right here, sweetheart.”

  I had never done this before. I had never been the one to initiate any sort of intimacy. I wasn’t sure how to do it.

  “I need you, Reid.” I tried again, this time interjecting flirtation in my tone.

  His body stiffened behind me, and his fingers on my hips tightened.

  Now he understood.

  “You’re not ready yet.” He rejected me.

  I should’ve expected that. He probably still had the same images I had of Carl touching me in his head. He might say that he didn’t think I was dirty, but another man had touched me.

  “Stop, Ava.”

  “Stop what?” I asked. “I understand, it’s… a… um… it’s okay.” Great now I sounded like an idiot.

  As much as I understood, his rejection still stung.

  “That, right there, you don’t understand. You think just because I won’t throw you up against the shower wall and fuck you, I don’t want you.”

  “What if I want you to fuck me against the shower wall?” Jeeze that was uncomfortable to say.

  “You don’t. You don’t want me. You want to use me to wash Carl away.”

  Shit, when he said it like that, it sounded bitchy and dirty. I was disgusted with myself.

  “I’m sorry. You’re right.” I turned in his arms, uncaring that he would have a clear, unobstructed view of my body. “That’s not fair to you.”

  “Sweetheart, if I thought for one second that me fucking the hell outta you in this shower would help you, make no mistake I would. But, trust me, it would only make it worse. The first time I finally have you, it will be because you simply cannot wait to feel me inside of you.”

  I might’ve been halfway to feeling that way already. Hearing him say, ‘feel me inside of you’ was doing strange things to my body. A good strange. I had never had anyone talk dirty to me before.

  Jacob and I had a healthy sex life, it was good sex. He was my first, and my only. He was always gentle with me. He had good stamina and always made sure I was taken care of. But, he never used coarse words with me. He would’ve never picked me up and fucked me against anything. Hell, he would’ve never called it fucking. It was always in the bed. Either him on top or me. Never any other way.

  “Can I ask you for a favor?” My request was met with a twitch of Reid’s lips.

  “Anything,” he replied.

  “Will you take off your clothes and just stand here with me?”

  I don’t know what made me ask him that. Maybe I didn’t want to be alone in my vulnerability.

  “Sweetheart, you’re making this real hard on me.”

  I blinked my eyes confused. “Why?”

  “I am trying here. I have self-control, but only so much. You standing here naked in front of me. Your perfect tits on display. Your pretty pink nipples pebbled, looking like they need to be licked and tasted. I’m holding on by a thread here.”

  “Oh.” I didn’t know what else to say. Again, no one had ever spoken to me that way. So open in expressing their appreciation for my body. I was a little shocked, and a whole lot turned on.

  “Yeah. Oh. Are you starting to understand yet? I have waited years, to touch you, see you, kiss you. I am using every ounce of control I have.”

  “What if I told you, I was ready to beg to have you inside me. That I was hundred percent sure.”

  His only response was to growl before he took my mouth. His kiss took my breath away. He could have it, because at that moment I didn’t need it. The only thing I needed was him. My hands tore at his shirt. Breaking our kiss long enough to pull it up over his head. Next, my hand reached for the button of his jeans. I made quick work, getting them down to his knees before the wet fabric bunched up making it impossible for me to remove. He took pity on me, and in some ninja move, he kicked his pants off and into the corner of the shower, never taking his lips from mine.

  “Can I?” I started. I had to stop and clear my throat. I wasn’t sure how to ask this. “May I touch you?”

  I had kept my hands firmly on his biceps, afraid to move them. First I needed to hold on to something to keep my balance, and secondly, I wasn’t sure what to do with them.

  “Ava. You’re killing me,” he panted.

  I looked up and was shocked to find his pained expression.

  “I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”

  I was acting like some horny teenager who couldn’t control her hormones. But, holy shit I had to touch him.

  “Fuck it. I tried. I tried to take this slow, but I see that’s not gonna work. You have a choice to make here and now. We talked a bit about this last night. We talked to the boy about it, and I know where he stands. I want this real clear, Ava, so there is no misunderstanding. When I take you. You’re mine. And I mean that in a forever kinda way. Not that I am your boyfriend and we are gonna date to see where this goes. It means I put my ring on your finger ASAP. You and JJ are in my house from now on, you making it our home. If you need time to think this over, let's slow this down. Take a few days. Because the moment I slide into you, there will be no stopping. I have waited years. I can wait a few days more.”

  Holy wow. My head was spinning. Did I want that? Did I want Reid’s ring? Did I want JJ and me in his house? The answer came faster than it should’ve.

  “I can’t,” I blurted out. “I can’t wait. I don’t want to wait. I meant what I said earlier. The part of my heart that I thought would always be shattered and broken, it’s not anymore. You fixed it, pieced it back together. It is unbroken. I’m ready. I love you, with every part of me.”

  “Unbroken?” he asked.

  “Unbroken,” I confirmed. “You fixed it.”

  “You ready?”

  “More than,” I answered.

  “You gonna say yes when I slip my ring on your finger?”

  I scrunched my face up and tapped my chin pretending to think about the answer. Reid wasn’t having any of that. He picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. My back hit the tile wall, his face now inches from mine. “You gonna say yes?”

  “Yes.” I giggled as his strong hands flexed on my ass.

  Chapter Eleven

  TWISTED…AGAIN

  Reid

  The word, yes, echoed in my mind, over and over again.

  My mouth came down on hers, and it was a duel for ultimate supremacy. Our tongues danced, and my cock ached. I should’ve won the Goddamn Guinness Book World record for the best self-control. Her tight ass was in my hands, bare tits pressed against me, and her pussy was less than an inch from my cock.

  And I still hadn’t taken her.

  I reached around and shut the water off, uncaring if she had actually washed or not. The first time I had Ava wasn’t going to be in the shower. And as much as this was going to piss both my cock and Ava off, I was not going to fuck her in some hurried frenzy. As a matter of fact, I wasn’t going to fuck her at all.

  Not right now.

  I heard her words. I even believed that she thought she meant them. But I wanted to wait. As much as my cock begged to differ, another few days wouldn’t kill me. I would have her for a lifetime.

  But just because I wasn’t going to fuck her, didn’t mean I wasn’t going to give my woman one hell of an orgasm, my cock just wouldn’t be involved.

  I navigated us out of the shower, through the bathroom, and into the bedroom all the while continuing to kiss her.

  We both came down on the bed. I gave her my weight and slid my hands through her wet hair, holding her at the angle I wanted.

  I broke the kiss and nearly came when she moaned at the loss of me.

  Oh fuck, this was not going to go well for me. The truth was I hadn’t had sex in a very long time, hadn’t touched another woman in well over a year. At the risk of sounding like a pussy whipped monk, it was actual
ly closer to three.

  The last time I had a woman in my bed, Ava witnessed the morning after, when I walked my date out to her car. Regina looked a mess, dress back on from the night before, no shoes, no makeup, no false eyelashes. The pretense had washed off during our activities, and she was not that attractive in the daylight. Ava was out watering her flowers in the early morning hours and watched in horror as Regina basically dry humped me by the side of her car.

  I only tried one woman after that. I had taken that one back to her place, with no Ava to witness the walk of shame the next morning. That was a non-starter, my cock refused to cooperate when all I could focus on was Ava’s look of disgust.

  As much of a bastard as this made me, I knew six months after Jacob’s murder that I wanted Ava. What started out as a physical attraction fast grew into an emotional one. I stayed away, because she wasn’t ready, and there was no way I could’ve competed with Jacob’s ghost. The first eighteen months after I made that realization, it was business as usual. A revolving door of women graced my bed. None of them were Ava, none of them came close, and none of them had a chance at my heart because it was taken. They were a release and nothing more. Dick move on my part? Absolutely. I didn’t know any better then. I had no clue that the empty sex would leave me feeling even emptier. Until Ava saw me. I was giving away a part of myself that belonged to Ava to meaningless women.

  Even if she didn’t know it. I knew it. I knew that I was in love with Ava, and one day I would have her. That made me a prick, so I stopped. Hadn’t touched another woman since. It was not a chore, and it was not hard. I knew the payoff would be well worth it.

  My lips continued their slow glide over her jaw, down her neck, making sure I paid special attention to the hollow of her throat.

  She arched her back and tilted her head giving me better access. The move only thrusted her tits closer to my mouth. I had had a lot of women. None, not a single one, had tits as nice as Ava’s. They were full and sagged just enough to remind me she was all woman. Not a young girl with perky little boobs. But, all woman with big full tits. They were Goddamn perfect. And nice big nipples. Just the sight of them made me want to pinch and bite them.

  I continued to stare and wasn’t sure what I was waiting for. Ava was spread out in front of me mewing like a kitten waiting to be licked, and here I was musing about how I’d like to taste her tits instead of actually doing it.

  Fucking idiot.

  “Scoot down the bed sweetheart. I want your ass right at the edge.”

  Wordlessly she complied, and I was back to staring again. This time because I had a full unobstructed view of her entire body. I looked her over from top to toe.

  Sweet Mary mother of God. I had to close my eyes, the vision of her was too much. My cock twitched, pre-come now dripping from my head. I wouldn’t have been surprised if I had actually just came a little. Her toned, tanned legs lay draped over the bed, thighs spread just enough to see her trimmed pussy lips were puffy and slick with her own excitement.

  I opened my eyes to find her now staring at me. “Hi,” she whispered. Her voice shy and unsure.

  I wondered how much it was costing her laying here in front of me. Letting my greedy eyes eat her up. For the first time in my entire life, I was unsure what to say to a woman, and I began to doubt myself.

  “You are so beautiful, Ava.”

  Her lips tipped up into a smile, and her cheeks began to pinken.

  “Thank you.”

  She jumped when my hand hit her knees, and I spread her legs farther apart. I watched her eyes closely and saw trepidation behind them. Confirming, I had made the right call. We were going to take this nice and slow.

  My hands traveled up her inner thigh, missing her pussy, over her belly, under and around those tits. I was torturing us both. My hands itched to touch more of her, but I’d make her wait. I glided my hands back down to where I had started, and back up again. Over and over again, slow and gentle working her up. Her skin felt so good under my palms, everything and more than I ever imagined.

  Her back arched again, and she spread her legs on her own accord. There it was. I lowered my mouth and took one of her pebbled nipples into my mouth.

  “Oh my God, LOGAN,” she screamed.

  I didn’t answer. Not verbally anyway. I took advantage of her shock and pushed a single finger into her pussy. So Goddamn tight. I pulled my finger out using her moisture to wet her clit before I pushed two fingers in this time. My thumb went to her clit and made slow circles, timing them just perfectly with my tongue on her nipple.

  She wiggled her ass around and moaned again.

  “Logan,” she panted.

  I still didn’t answer. I just gave her more pressure on her clit.

  “Logan. Please.”

  “What do you need, sweetheart?” I asked, slowing my ministrations.

  “I don’t know. You. More.”

  My control snapped, and I gave her what she asked for. More. More of my mouth and more of my fingers.

  “Let go, Ava. Relax.”

  Her body had gone stiff, and she was fighting it.

  “I can’t. I… don’t,” she stuttered.

  “You don’t what, sweetheart?” I asked, continuing to work her pussy with my fingers.

  “I don’t know how. I’ve never… not this way,” she admitted.

  Surely she didn’t mean what I thought she meant.

  “You’ve never come on a man’s fingers?”

  “No,” she confessed.

  My excitement rose ten-fold.

  “Relax, sweetheart. I’ll walk you through it.”

  She nodded in response, I didn’t wait for her words of confirmation before I took her mouth. Working her back up with a smoldering kiss. I slowed my thumb on her clit and gave her more of my fingers. I could hear how wet she was every time I plunged my fingers into her snug pussy. The sound was fucking hot.

  Soon she was panting and had to break the kiss to catch her breath. I stayed bent over her, my lips near her ear.

  “You’re almost there, Ava. I wanna feel you come all over my hand.”

  “Oh God…”

  “That’s it, sweetheart. So Goddamn sexy. Your cheeks are flush, your nipples erect, I can feel your pussy starting to convulse.”

  “Oh my God…”

  “You like my fingers, Ava? Do you like when I finger fuck you and bite down on your pretty little nipple?” Her pussy spasmed, she was almost there. “Ah, yes, sweetheart, so fucking close. I cannot wait to taste you. I’m gonna lick your pussy until you scream. And after that, you’re gonna watch me as I jerk off, watching you play with your beautiful tits.”

  “Fucking hell! Logan.”

  Her orgasm broke free, and it was a thing of beauty. I’d like to say it was sexy, but it looked painful, like years of buildup and need had finally shattered. It was spectacular to watch.

  I slowly brought her down, when her eyes opened they were filled with tears. Yeah, I made the right call. This needed to be handled with care. Us going slow, I would take her step by step.

  I kissed the tears that had started to roll down her cheeks and removed my fingers. Though I still cupped her sex and gently stroked her. This wasn’t a quick get off, and move on. I gave her more of my weight and held her close to me. I figured after her first sexual experience in five years, she would need a moment. Hell, I needed a moment. My cock was nestled between us, pushing painfully into her hip. It was primed and ready to go off. I needed to excuse myself, and soon, to go and take care of it.

  Her breathing slowed, I thought she had fallen asleep until I heard her relaxed voice.

  “May I touch you now?” Her breath tickling my ear as she spoke.

  She brought her legs up around my hips and locked me to her, moving my cock against her skin in the process.

  “Be still, Ava, or we’re gonna have a mess on your belly,” I warned. She didn’t stop, and I lifted my head out of her neck staring down at her. “Ava. Please. Be still.”r />
  “I don’t want to be still. I want you.”

  Oh no. Oh hell no. She couldn’t look at me with those big brown imploring eyes with my cock begging and pleading with me to take her.

  “Sweetheart, you have me.”

  “Inside. I want you inside of me.”

  “Not yet.”

  “Now,” she insisted and moved her hips to grind into me more.

  I had to suck in a breath and count to ten to stop the rushing sensation. Next thing you know, I was going to make a deal with myself like I would just put the tip in like some high school boy. This needed to end. I had to get control back and stop her. Because I was a hair’s breath away from going back on my word and giving her the tip, then the middle, then my whole fucking cock as I drilled the hell out of her.

  Slow down, asshole.

  I stood to my full height and palmed my cock.

  “You wanna mess, Ava? Is that what you want?”

  She didn’t answer just tightened her legs around me. I glanced down at her pussy and groaned.

  “Grab your tits.” She did immediately and gave them both a squeeze. “I want your thumbs to brush over your nipples. I want them both hard,” I instructed.

  I gave my cock a few hard pulls with my right hand and massaged her pussy with my left.

  “You like watching me stroke myself while I play with your pussy?”

  Her thumb continued to work over her nipples, her chest was reddening, her breathing was getting choppy.

  “Oh yeah, you like to watch. You gonna come again for me, baby?”

  “I wanna feel you,” she told me.

  I took my cock and positioned it at her opening rubbing the head up down through her wetness. I was playing a dangerous game.

  “Please,” she begged.

  I teased her entrance with the head of my cock putting pressure at her opening. A small shift of my hips and I would be inside her. I needed her to hurry and come again before that happened.

  “Pinch your nipples, sweetheart.” She did and closed her eyes. “I want your eyes on me. I want you to watch while I jerk myself off all over your pussy. You’re gonna come with me. I need you to hurry, Ava. I’m almost there.”