(un) Broken

by Charlotte Daniels

  There’s my spitfire. My cock throbs in my pants, hard as granite at the sight.

  Wasting no more time, I dive in, my mouth closing over her clit, sucking on it hard. Her hands fist my hair, both pulling me closer and pushing me away at the onslaught of my mouth on her pussy.

  Easing back, I gently blow on her clit, sliding one finger in, then two. Feeling her clench on my fingers, I groan. This is where my cock needs to be.

  Gathering the willpower of a saint, I direct my sexual frustration onto Ellie, sucking on her clit hard as I fuck her with my fingers. Her groans spur me on as her pussy clenches harder around me. I ease my pace, slowing down my onslaught. Her heavy breathing is the only sound in the room.

  I set back to a steady rhythm: lick, suck, and thrust. Her legs loosen from around my head. Her breathing picks up, her groans and pleas echoing through the silent room. Finding her G-spot, I thrust my fingers back inside, making sure to curl them just right.

  As her legs tighten around my head once again, I ease off, going back to my tauntingly slow pace.

  “Garrett… Stop fucking with me!”

  “Now, why would I do that Ellie? You seem to like it.” I smirk. Her eyes blaze as they narrow.

  “God, please let me cum, Garrett. I can’t…”

  My cock throbs as she begs for her release, but I am more than happy to oblige. Bringing her back to her tipping point, my fingers thrust harder in and out of her pussy, her wetness causing a light, squelching sound as it spreads over my hand.

  Her moans send heat through me that goes straight to my crotch, but I continue my onslaught, furiously attacking her clit without any thought of stopping. Her hands tighten in my hair, the pain only intensifying my pleasure.

  “Garrett. Please. More. I’m going to—”

  I pick up my pace, hearing her scream my name as her pussy squeezes the life out of my fingers and her legs pull my head into a suffocating hold.

  As she calms, her body relaxes, loosening its hold on me. She stares at me with wide eyes, her chest heaving from exertion.

  “That was… holy shit.”

  Smirking, I get off my knees, their clicking sound diminishing my cocky smirk. Fuck I’m getting old.

  “That was called edging, sweetheart. And you really, really liked it.”

  I hold up my arm and her face flushes a deep shade of red as she takes in my wet fingers, the glistening trail running as far as my wrist.

  I pull her to her feet and walk toward the master bedroom, stripping out of my shirt as we enter. Georgie rushes over from his bed, jumping up my legs, demanding attention.

  Picking him up, I cradle him against me, scratching his chest. His soft squeaks making me laugh. I scratch his stomach once again before putting him back in his bed where his many, many toys surround him. Spoiled dog.

  Ellie giggles as she watches us, her eyes alight with amusement.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “After the whole peeing on your leg incident, I figured you really hated Georgie.”

  Staring down at the fluff-ball, I smile. “Yeah, but you looked so cute when you growled at me, I kind of had to act like I didn’t care.”

  I smirk at her shock before walking into the master suite and turning on the rainfall shower. “Are you going to join me or just stare?” I gesture to my naked chest and the blush in her cheeks deepens.

  Peeling off my jeans and boxers, I step into the spray, letting the warm water wash over my body and seep into my bones.

  Ellie opens the door, her naked body drawing my eye as she steps inside. Stepping in close, I feel her hard nipples against my chest, taunting me with their slow, soft touches.

  Her arms wrap around my neck, drawing me to her. Kissing me lightly on the lips first, she deepens it, my cock growing harder by the second.

  “What about you?”

  My head tilts to the side as I watch her mouth open and close. “What about me?”

  “You know.” She blushes as she bites her lip. “You haven’t had any yet….”

  Pulling her into a tight hug, I kiss her. “Just because I went down on you doesn’t mean that you have to do the same for me. It’s not necessary. At all.”

  “But… what if I want to?” Her eyes find mine, a small smile touching her lips.

  “Well, I will never say no to having your mouth around my cock…” Winking, I brush the wet strands from her face before placing a small kiss on her lips. Her sharp intake of breath fills my chest with pride.

  She drops to her knees on the wet tiles, her hair plastering to her head and trailing down around her shoulders as she looks up at me. Best. View. Ever.

  Grabbing my cock, her hands slide back and forth, her grip tightening with each pull. With one hand on the wall and the other behind her head, I guide her to my cock. But she smacks my hand away, shaking her head. “Let me do this, Garrett.”

  Ellie’s shoulders tense and her eyebrows furrow. Her fingers squeeze her thighs before she shuffles closer, her hands wrapping around my cock more tightly now. Groaning, I throw my head back, the warm water blasting my face.

  She licks the underside of my shaft and shivers strike my body as anticipation washes through. Sucking on my head, she looks up at me, her eyes watching my reaction to her.

  Groaning, I pull her further onto my cock, her tongue massaging it while her mouth sucks me deeper. She looks so sexy like this. She picks up speed and pleasure rips through my body, so intense that I grip her hair harder, pulling her closer to me and into the spray.

  A loud choke breaks me from my stupor and I release my hold. Ellie falls back onto her behind, drawing in heavy breaths.

  “Oh, shit. Are you okay?” I brush the hair from her face as my eyebrows draw together.

  Ellie looks up at me, her hair plastered to her face, her eyes bloodshot. “Well, I’m not a damn mermaid. I can’t exactly suck dick and breathe underwater, Garrett.”

  Oh, Ellie. I snort as a smile slowly stretches across my lips, morphing into a full-blown grin at her glare.

  “It’s not funny, asshole.” Her eyes narrow as she continues to glare at me.

  Chuckling, I lean down to help her off the slippery floor and pull her against my chest. Knowing our luck, she’ll slip over and knock me out. Tilting her chin up, I wait for her eyes to soften before kissing her gently.

  Breaking away, I rest my forehead on hers, staring into her eyes. “Maybe next time we’ll try that out of the shower.”

  She rolls her eyes, shaking her head with a small smile. “Yeah. Maybe. If you’re lucky.”

  “I’m always lucky.” I wink at her before turning to her shelf of bath lotions. I find my favorite peach-scented body wash and squirt it over my hands. Ellie sighs contentedly as I run them over her shoulders and down her arms, before lathering her chest thoroughly. Can never be too clean.

  “A genie won’t pop out the more you rub, Garrett…”

  “I don’t know. Maybe if I keep going I’ll get three wishes.” I hum a nonchalant tune as I continue to squeeze and stroke her tits, causing her to laugh and eventually push my hands away.

  We share a soft smile as she turns off the water and I step back into the bathroom. Throwing my briefs on, I hesitate. Shit. Do I stay or do I go? Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath, calming the nerves in the pit of my stomach. Don’t assume.

  Throwing on my t-shirt and pulling up my jeans, I toss my towel into the wash basket. A light touch on my arm makes me turn.

  With a towel wrapped around her, Ellie bites her lip, confusion playing across her face. “You’re… You’re not staying?”

  Ah, hell. The wobble in her voice has me wanting to beg for forgiveness and grovel at her feet. Stepping in close, I tilt her chin up until her eyes met mine. “Do you want me to stay?”

  “Do you want to stay?”

  “Ellie, do you want me to stay the night?” Please say yes.

  Looking away from me she blushes, nodding her head.

  Warmth radiates through my
body. “Then I’ll stay. See? It wasn’t that hard.”

  Still blushing, she looks away, not meeting my gaze as she ducks into the bedroom. Following behind her, I lean against the doorframe, watching as she throws on an old t-shirt and a pair of lace panties. Damn, she’s adorable.

  Walking over to the bed, she throws back the covers and hops in, burying herself underneath. Her eyes meet mine.

  “I prefer the left.” I bite my cheek, stopping myself from laughing as her mouth falls open. Stalking to the bed, I jump onto the right side, bouncing her into the air. Her squeals ring in my ears.

  “Just kidding. I don’t really care,” I smirk as I lean back on the pillows.

  “Jerk.” She scrunches her nose at me, her eyes narrowing.

  “But you like it.” At least I hope so.

  She hums in thought. “You have your uses… I guess.”

  “Oh? I have my uses, huh?”

  “Yep.”

  “I see how it is.” I pull the covers over my body, patting them against my chest.

  Ellie scrunches her nose as she smiles before scooting closer, resting her head on my shoulder.

  “What do you… do you want to… watch something?” Gesturing to the TV, she grabs the remote from her bedside table, turning it on.

  “Uh, sure. What do you want to watch?” I wrap my arms around her as her eyes light up. She scrolls for a short while through the selection before settling on a movie about a genie and a prince.

  “You know, just in case you want some tips on how to rub a lamp.” Smirking at me, she cuddles close to my chest. Giggles erupt from her lips as I move my fingers over her, this time digging a little into her ribs.

  Of all the ways I could be spending my night, cuddling with Ellie and watching a kids’ movie wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.

  Or the headbutt.

  Or the choking hazard in the shower.

  A smile pulls at my lips as she sings along to the movie, my heart warming in my chest.

  9

  Ellie

  “You’re mine, Eleanor.” Michael’s face looms above mine. My heart pounds against my chest so hard it burns. His sickly sweet cologne wraps around my senses. His fingers glide over my neck. I can’t move.

  “No one will ever love you like I do… Not anymore.” His eyes gleam as they roam down my body, admiring his handiwork.

  Pain shoots across my arm as I try to hide from his gaze, but his hand shoots out, his fingers digging into my open skin. Another strangled scream rips from my raw throat, the sound barely even a whisper.

  “Ellie… Sweetheart. Please wake up.” A deep voice drifts through the basement. My body jerks in surprise. Garrett?

  “Ellie, baby, wake up. Please wake up.” Garrett’s panicked voice draws me from my nightmare. I feel the softness of my sheets marred by sweat against my skin. I open my eyes to find Garrett hovering above me, his wide eyes roaming over my face.

  “Oh, God. You’re awake. Thank fuck!” He pulls me roughly to his chest, rocking back and forth. I can hear his heart pounding in his chest.

  “Garrett? What’s wrong?” I pull away to look at him, his eyes still creased with concern and fear.

  “I couldn’t wake you. You were tossing and turning and then you just started screaming. I didn’t know what to do, or if you were in pain.” He hugs me tightly. “You’re okay. You’re okay.” He peppers kisses over my hair as he strokes it away from my face.

  I curl up against his chest and close my eyes, listening to his heart pounding rapidly against my ear. Well, this is fucking embarrassing. He’s didn’t sign up to deal with my crazy ass. Tears well behind my eyes.

  Pulling out of his arms, I grab my pillow, cuddling it to my chest as I breathe in the familiar smell, letting it ground me back in reality. I’m such a freak. Taking a deep breath, I lift my eyes to meet Garrett’s and concern washes over his face.

  “What happened, Ellie?” he asks softly.

  Do I tell him? I don’t want him to think that I’m completely unhinged, but… Nausea roils my stomach as I clutch the pillow tighter, my cheeks feeling hot. “Garrett, there are a few things that you should know about me.”

  Garrett’s eyebrows draw together. “Ellie, no—”

  “Garrett, please. I… I don’t know what’s going on with us, but you need to know a few things before we go any further.” Drawing in a deep breath, a heavy weight settles on my chest as I contemplate my next words.

  “Ellie—”

  “I was married—” Panic claws its way through my chest, cutting off the sound in my throat. I swallow it down and continue: “I used to have flashbacks every time I closed my eyes. Now it’s better, but I… I sometimes wake not knowing where I am or what’s going on.”

  My vision blurs as I stare into his eyes, willing him to understand. But a shiver rakes up my spine as the memories reawaken and I pull my gaze away, speaking to the comforter:

  “I’d think that I was still in that dark, cold basement… alone, bleeding, choking on my own breaths. I… I have a lot of scars, Garrett. A lot of fucking scars. And not just on the outside…” I stare down at my arms, riddled with white lines.

  “And I get that it’s a lot to take in. I know you probably want to know everything, but I just can’t. Not yet. I don’t… want to relive it again… In my nightmares, I’m there, and it makes me sick just thinking about it.”

  Drawing in a shaky breath, I wipe tears from my heated cheeks. “So, if you want to leave. I get it. And it’s okay. I’m not… whole, Garrett. And I don’t know if I ever will be.”

  I release a breath slowly, trying to calm the waves of fear roaring through me. Fear of my past, fear of being rejected, but most of all, fear of not being found worthy.

  “Ellie, I know.”

  Wait… what? My eyes flash up to Garrett’s. “How do you know?”

  He scratches the back of his neck. “Nic picked this place, didn’t he?”

  I nod slowly.

  “After everything that happened, Nic thought this would be the best place for you.” His eyes soften and a small smile plays on his lips, but my stomach tightens.

  “Why? What’s so special about this place besides the security?”

  “Ellie… After everything that happened, Nic was a complete mess. He tore himself apart saying that it was his fault for not stepping in sooner. When he called asking if I knew anywhere that had a high level of security, I told him about this place. That’s the reason he brought you here… The security and because I live next door. He thought I’d be able to help if you ever needed anything.”

  What the…? I rear back, searching his face for any hint of a lie but only finding the truth. “Were you… were you being paid to be my keeper or something?”

  Garrett sighs. “Nic thought that, if anything, being in this building and being next door to me would help you. You’d feel safe, and you’d be safe. If I heard anything, any screams or crying, I’d be able to rush over.”

  I squeeze my pillow tighter to my chest, my body shaking with humiliation and burning with anger. “Is that… is that why you’re with me?” I start quietly. “To protect me?” Was he just fucking me out of pity? Is he actually interested in me? My chest squeezes painfully as my emotions continue to swirl, gnawing at my heart. God, I’m so stupid.

  Tossing the pillow down beside me, I get out of bed. The blaring red light of my clock reads three past six as I head to the kitchen, Georgie hot on my heels. Out. I need out.

  “Ellie, wait.” Garrett’s feet hit the ground with a thud as I grab my trench coat, handbag, and Georgie’s leash, and charge out the door, running from the apartment toward the elevator. I hammer the buttons until the doors open and hammer them again until they close. I hear my apartment door slam closed, Garrett calling me. But I’m gone.

  I clip on Georgie’s leash as the lift descends and check my handbag for my keys. My eyes zero in on the tattered, unopened envelope, but Georgie’s bark draws my attention away from it as the el
evator doors open and we finally make our way outside.

  The early morning light gives the world a beautiful golden sheen and a cool draft sends goosebumps rising along my arms as I power walk to the park already bustling with early risers until we hit a trail. Eventually, I slow.

  God, I’m a freaking idiot. How did I not know about any of this? Why didn’t Nic tell me? Or Mia? Did she know? Chewing on my lip, I wave to regulars that we see every day but hurry past them to avoid conversation.

  Did I make a mistake sleeping with Garrett? Georgie yaps at a few pigeons on the path. I yank back on the leash as he attempts to make chase. Instead, he squats on a nearby patch of grass. I pick up after him, tossing the bag into the designated trash bin.

  What do I do? Am I overreacting?

  Indecision isn’t something I like to deal with. I like knowing what’s happening. I like having a plan. But what happens if I going along with someone else’s, rather than my own?

  Was he just using me this whole time? What could he possibly want from me? I’m a mess; not exactly someone anyone would want to be with. I thought getting back into dating would be easy after so many years? Turns out it’s hard—maybe even harder than it was way back when.

  Do I like Garrett? Most of the time I think I do. His dick is a nice benefit too. I snort and head back to where we started.

  My eyes lift to view the top of the building. I don’t think anything can top the embarrassment of last night; the headbutt, the choking, the nightmare. Do I ask him outright? Do I talk to Nic first? Should I have stayed and talked? Guilt nips at my stomach as I continue to stare.

  Did I like that he came into my life on a lie? No. But my heart patters and my blood rushes through me every time I see him, like he’s electricity and I’m a pole in the sand.

  What if, when we come together, we make each other better? Maybe I’ll learn to be free? Maybe he won’t need to hide beneath that hard exterior of his. Not that I mind. We can change, become something beautiful… Do I throw that possibility away because of how this started?