Fractured Paths (Fractured Love Series Book 1)

by Heather Anne

  He’s the type of person you just want to wrap your arms around and never let go of, but he's too closed off to even accept any kind of affection like that. Though he does find little ways to touch me and doesn't flinch when I touch him, so he can't be that opposed to affection. I look at his strong jaw covered in stubble and notice his bottom lip is fuller than his top and I just want to lean over the table and suck on it.

  I will myself to relax and not think about that one sweet kiss he gave me and I especially don't think about how much I want another one.

  He looks up at me and smirks. "You are very brave," he says.

  I narrow my eyes. "How so?"

  He removes his arms from the back of the booth and rests his elbows on the table as he leans closer. I cannot help but swallow hard at the sight of the muscles in his forearms moving under the bright colored tattoos that I have been itching to examine. He leans in closer. “For one, just up and leaving, basically telling everyone on national TV to go fuck themselves. That was very badass. I know you don't have a relationship with your family, but I know your best friends are more like your sisters and it makes me realize I'd be too much of a pussy to leave my brothers," he admits.

  It’s times like this where he shows me glimpses of his vulnerability that I treasure.

  "And two, for so blatantly eye fucking me." He smirks and relaxes back into the booth, full on knowing that my resolve is about to crack.

  "I-I wasn't," I stammer, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. At that moment, the waitress comes and drops the check on the table. I am so embarrassed that I'm not quick enough to grab it this time.

  He scoops up the check, gets out of the booth, and goes to the counter to pay, gifting me with a fabulous view of his ass in those jeans on his way over. I take a few deep breaths to calm myself down before he returns. I close my eyes and then startle when I feel his presence.

  He leans down. "So are we going to do this?" he asks.

  I turn my head to find a look in his eye that I can't decipher. "Do what?" I gulp, afraid of his answer.

  "Fuck." He smirks.

  "Excuse me?" My voice raises an octave and I flush in embarrassment.

  His eyes narrow with amusement and his lips curl into a small grin. "Fuck. You know sex, intercourse? It's when a man sticks his…." He laughs at the shocked look on my face as I slap my hand over his mouth.

  His large hand circles my wrist and I shudder from the impact of the simple touch as he gently removes my hand from his face and pulls me out of the booth and to my feet. He leans in close enough that I can feel his warm breath on my cheek as he whispers, "You can't tell me you haven't thought about how it would feel to have me buried balls deep inside you."

  I look up at him and he gives me a devious smile, his hazel eyes sparkling because we both know he is right. There have been many nights since Grayson and I started our diner outings that I’ve pretended that my showerhead was him. I often wonder what it would feel like to have his hands exploring me, his mouth devouring me, and his hard cock pounding me into oblivion. I’m broken from my thoughts as he grabs my hand and pulls me out the door into the street. I have to basically run to keep up with him as we round the corner to the parking lot.

  "Where are we going?" I huff out, trying to catch my breath.

  "Keys," he grunts as we reach my car.

  I go to open my purse but feel a hard grip on my upper arms as I’m spun around and my back is pressed against the car. In that moment, I’m glad I was running late and decided to drive today. Between the cool metal and the tingling of his touch, I can't help the shiver that escapes me. Before I can even comprehend what is happening, his mouth is on me and I crumble. I am done. His kiss is nothing like the first kiss we shared weeks ago. It’s hard and soft, rough and smooth – all consuming. From one kiss, one swipe of his tongue and one nibble on my bottom lip, I am his.

  As his tongue tangles with mine, I try not lose sight of what this is. This is just two adults acting on attraction, right? He removes his mouth from mine and eagerly finds my neck, licking and kissing. I lean my head back, allowing him to take as much as he wants. I hear him inhale.

  "God you taste as sweet as you smell," he says in a gravelly voice.

  I can feel the wetness pooling between my legs as he takes my lips again in a slow, yet searing kiss.

  He pulls back and drops his forehead to mine. "God, Sky, I can't fight this anymore. I want you so fucking badly." His eyes look pained; the internal struggle is visible on his face.

  "I want you, too," I breathe out.

  He closes his eyes. "I have nothing to offer you, babe," he says in a strained voice. "The only thing I can give you is my cock. Do you understand that?"

  I want to argue with him but there is too much emptiness within him that I can't. I know he’s not in a place to give me anything other than his body and I need that to be ok, because at least it’s something and from what I can feel pushing against my belly, it's a huge something. I lean in and kiss him again, answering his question.

  He pulls back and opens the driver's side door for me to get in, leaning down to kiss me quickly. "Your house," he commands as I pull out of the parking lot.

  When I make the turn towards my beach house, I feel his hand on my bare skin, his thumb rubbing in lazy circles as he makes his way up to the apex of my thighs. I grab his hand and squeeze it. I hear a small laugh come from him as I look over at him and see something that is rare and beautiful – a smile, a genuine smile that actually reaches his eyes. My heart flips knowing I put it there.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Fuck. The way I affect her has me smiling like a dumbass. The way her tits look in the pale yellow dress sends tingles straight to my groin and I have no idea how I made it through coffee at the diner tonight. All I wanted a drink of was her. One taste. Just one night of her underneath me, on top of me, with every flavor of her consuming me, is all I need. At least that is what I try to convince myself.

  We pull into the driveway of her beach cottage and I’m swinging my door open before she even puts her car in park. Before she turns off the ignition, I have her door open and am pulling her up to her front door. She laughs, throwing her head back. I take advantage of the opportunity - gripping her hips, I pull her back into my front and my mouth assaults her neck. The soft noise that my nibbling of her neck elicits has me groaning. "Fuck.”

  "As soon as I can get this door open," her voice is breathy.

  I groan again pushing my hard-on against her. "Hurry, sweet girl." I run my tongue across her pulse point and she whimpers when I release her. This woman is going to be the death of me.

  As soon as she gets the door open, I push her through, kick the door closed and spin her around, pushing her so that her back is against the door, and go in for another kiss.

  She is the aggressor and I growl - fucking growl - as she pushes that sweet tongue of hers into my mouth and starts playing with mine. She thinks she has control of how this is going to play out and I’m ready to show her how this night is going to go. I fist my hand in her hair and angle her head back, delving deeper into her mouth. Licking her, tasting her, taking any control she thought she had away from her.

  I take her bottom lip between my teeth and give it a soft bite before trailing kisses up to the sweet spot behind her ear. I bring my other hand up and she gasps as I start kneading her breast and I moan. "Damn, baby, you have been teasing me all night. With the way your tits look in this dress I couldn't wait to get my hands on them."

  She moans my name as I pull her dress down, releasing them from the confines of the fabric. "Fucking perfect," I say as I pull on her nipple.

  “Gray," she sighs pushing out her chest.

  This greedy girl wants more and I’m more than happy to give it to her…my way. I bury my face in her neck and I massage her breast, giving a light suck to her neck. I move my mouth to her ear. "You want more, baby?"

  "Mmmm."

  I have her so turned on she can't speak a
nd damn if it doesn't make me feel ten feet tall. Fuck. My cock is so hard, my zipper is about to burst. I try to calm myself down but there’s no use. This girl does crazy things to me and there’s no doubt I do the same to her. "Ok, baby. First I’m going to make you come on my hand."

  I let her breast go, find the hem of her dress, and pull it up her thighs so that its bunched at her waist. I don't even look down because the noises she’s making is driving me so mad that I take the thin band of her panties and pull it till I hear it snap.

  "Shit," she moans.

  My fingers feel her for the first time. She is smooth and silky; wetter than any pussy I have ever felt. I find and start stroking her clit as I push two fingers inside of her and we both groan at the contact. Her sweet cunt is tight as I feel her pulsating walls squeeze my fingers. As I pump in and out of her, she alternates between moaning and panting and I know she is close.

  "Come for me, sweet girl," I command as I bite down on her earlobe, curling my fingers up. As soon as I make contact with that special spot inside of her, she shouts my name and I pull back from her neck. I watch the ecstasy take her over. Her eyes are sparkling like liquid silver, her cheeks are flush and her mouth is slack while my fingers are soaked.

  I release my hand from her pussy and bring my fingers to her mouth. "Show me how good you taste." She moans and reaches up, taking my hand, putting my fingers all the way into her mouth.

  She laps and sucks on my fingers, cleaning them off completely, and I imagine how that would feel if it were my cock in her mouth. I ‘m determined to make that happen, but not right now. I pull my fingers from her mouth and replace them with my tongue; her flavor is intoxicating.

  "Hmmmm, now I am going to make you come on my tongue."

  She makes another noise as I slide down her body. I look up and I freeze for a moment. I need to commit the beautiful image above me to memory. Her hair is a tangled mess from my fingers, falling over her shoulder and down her arm. Her perky breasts with the prettiest pink nipples look like they are being propped up by the bunched up yellow material, and her bare pussy is glistening.

  She makes a cross between a moan and a squeak as I take one leg at a time, placing them over each shoulder. She is bracing herself against the wall and her hips buck as I drag my tongue up her slit at a slow pace. Her taste is everything. Her womanly scent and the tanginess of her arousal has me moaning against her. "Your cunt is delicious. I may just stay down here all night."

  She moans in response as I find her opening, stiffen my tongue, and plunge as far into her as I can. I fuck her with my tongue like I would if it was my cock and she fucks it right back.

  "Gray," she moans.

  I find her clit, teasing the small bundle of nerves with my tongue. She starts grinding into my face and I am covered by her. My cock is screaming at me and I can’t wait any longer. I take her clit between my lips, lap it with the tip of my tongue, and suck, hard. She screams my name as her head thrashes from side to side.

  My tongue finds her entrance once more and I drink up every drop of her. I remove her legs from my shoulders, sit back on my knees, and remove my shirt. She watches me with hooded eyes as she takes in my bare torso. I pop the button of my jeans open as I stand and drag down the zipper and she surprises me by taking my face in her hands, pulling me in for a kiss. Knowing she is cleaning herself off of me is the hottest thing ever.

  I pull a condom out of my pocket, push my jeans along with my boxer briefs down and continue to kiss her as I open the packet and sheath myself. I pull back from her kiss and grab her ass in both my hands, lifting her up, her back sliding against the wall.

  "Now I get to make you come on my cock." I slam her down onto me. "Fuck," I shout as she gasps my name.

  Holy shit. With the way her tight cunt envelopes me, there is no way I’m going to last. She rotates her hips and all control is gone. I bury my face into her neck again and lift her up and down hard and fast.

  "Shit, baby. Your cunt is so tight."

  She moans and brings her mouth to mine as she continues to ride my dick. Her pussy starts to squeeze the fuck out of me and we both scream each other's name as we come together.

  She milks me dry and I slow our kiss, my tongue lazy against hers as her breathing begins to slow. No high has ever been as good as her lips on mine, my cock buried deep inside her sweet pussy, and the sounds of primal pleasure that come out of her mouth as I push her over the edge.

  Chapter Fifteen

  The way he consumes me is unnerving. Being surrounded by everything Grayson is the most comforting and scary thing I have ever experienced. Sex has never been like this. His cock is softening inside me, yet I want more. With him I will always want more, and it astounds me because the depth as to how much more I want is something that will drown me. He kisses me like we have all the time in the world, yet I know in my heart our time is borrowed.

  We both moan at the loss as he pulls out of me and rests his forehead against mine.

  "Damn, Skylar." He closes his eyes.

  "I know." I nuzzle into his touch when his hand comes up and cups my cheek.

  "That was. Wow." His eyes open and his gaze meets mine.

  "I never knew it could be like that." At my soft admission, I see his face change from relaxed to hard and regret clouds his eyes.

  He places a soft kiss on my cheek and pushes off the wall. I take a deep breath and squeeze my eyes shut, willing the tears to stay at bay.

  "Sky," he whispers and his struggle is so apparent.

  "Sorry, that was just intense." I avoid his gaze.

  He takes two fingers and lifts my chin. "It was." He gives me a soft smile and a chaste kiss. "Where is your garbage? I need to get rid of this." He looks down to his dick still encased in the condom.

  "Under the kitchen sink."

  In all his naked glory, he walks across the living room into the kitchen. The tension between us is overwhelming, the beating of my heart deafening, and my fight or flight response is kicking into overdrive.

  "Shower."

  It's a statement, not a question. I need space and I need it fast. Heading to the bathroom, I give myself a mental kick for thinking I can keep my growing feelings out of this. I am a serial monogamist and I feel like an asshole for not only fooling myself, but for lying to him. The guilt starts to weigh heavily on me as I enter the bathroom, flip the lights, turn the shower on to where the steam starts to fill the room, and examine myself in the mirror.

  The physical part of me looks fully satisfied; my limbs are loose, and a small smile even plays on my lips as I think about what just transpired against my front door. My eyes though… they tell a different story. One of guilt, remorse, and utter defeat. My eyes start to glass over as I hear clothes rustling in the living room. I place my hands on the bathroom counter and close my eyes. He’s leaving. I knew what this was going in, but the way things have been and the undeniable attraction gave me false hope that maybe I could change his mind. I take a deep breath and suck it in as I feel his presence behind me, not hearing his approach over the running water.

  "I thought you were leaving." My head is still down, I know if I look at him I will give myself away.

  "Do you want me to leave?" His voice is thick and I exhale, "No."

  The heat of his body surrounds me as his callused fingers start rubbing circles on my left hip. I haven't moved from my position and I feel all of him as he leans over me - and I mean all of him.

  I shudder as his lips find my pulse point and he whispers, "I should go."

  I say nothing as he kisses his way across my jaw, bending me even farther and I can feel him harden against my bare ass.

  "But I can't," his voice is strained and his struggle sounds so real. He pulls back and I hear the tear of foil and moisture starts pooling in between my legs in anticipation of what's going to happen.

  "You are addictive." He leans back and turns my face towards his. His kiss is soft and apprehensive, like he knows we are about to cross t
oo far over that line. He releases my lips and presses his knee in between my thighs to widen my stance. I feel him at my entrance and gasp as he pushes his way into me.

  I moan at the fullness and the slow drag of his cock as he pulls himself almost all the way out before slamming back into the hilt. Fuck. He feels good. Too good for words. He must feel the same way because the only sounds aside from the running water are my soft moans, his heavy breaths, and the seductive sound of skin slapping together.

  He reaches one hand across my chest and one hand down my body until he gets to the place where we are joined together. He rolls my hardened nipples between the thumb and forefinger of one hand, while rubbing my clit with the other. His breathing turns into grunts, my moans into whimpers, and within seconds we are gasping each other’s names as we both fall apart.

  I feel the slickness of his chest slide against my back and he pulls out. I stay where I am, trying to catch my breath and wonder how I let this happen. Without saying a word, he lifts me up, carries me into the shower, and deposits my feet onto the floor, my back to his chest. He chuckles as I sway, trying to catch my balance. My legs are like jelly and the euphoric feeling of my orgasm is replaced with fear, which changes right over to relief, as I feel a loofa against my shoulders.

  "Vanilla."

  I look over at him with a raised eyebrow and he gives a sheepish grin. "You smell like a mixture of vanilla and cotton candy."

  I smile as he continues to wash my body, not missing a single inch. "My body wash is vanilla and my perfume smells like cotton candy," I say and smile even wider as he leans my head back to wash my hair.

  My smile fades when I see pain etched on his face. Silent tears start to fall and I’m grateful that they mix in with the spray of the shower as I can't bare what his reaction would be if he knew I was crying. I stand under the spray as he washes himself and I can’t help but think he is washing me away as well.