Struck (Flawed Love Book 3)

by Emma Louise

After we’ve finished eating, Breeze suggests we take a walk down to the water. Being here with her, it’s like I'm only just seeing how beautiful the house I bought is. I was so desperate to find a decent house to bring Abel home to that I picked the first one my mom showed me. I wanted something clean and safe for him, neither of which my old apartment was. Seeing it now through Breeze’s eyes, I can see how nice it is here. There are only a few other houses that have a yard that back onto the water like mine. Maybe I'll get a small boat like they all seem to have. I can already imagine a five or six-year-old Abel, wearing a life jacket, Breeze there with us. Wind blowing in all that hair of hers.

  As quickly as I imagine it, the daydream fades with the realization that she might not be here then. She’ll be leaving soon and so far, she’s not once mentioned for how long.

  “It’s really beautiful out here,” Breeze says as she curls up in the chair on the back deck. Abel squeal as if he’s answering her and bangs a little baby fist in the edge of his jumperoo, making us both laugh at him.

  “How are you not tired yet?” I ask my son, lifting him into my arms. “You like having Bree here, huh?” he answers with another squeal. “Me too, kid,” I tell him, turning to see her roll her eyes at me. “You okay out here while I get him into bed?” I ask.

  “I’ll be fine, go.” She stands, giving Abel a kiss on his head. Taking the chance while I see it, I lean in and steal a kiss from her too.

  Taking Abel into the house, I somehow manage to get him bathed and into bed in record time. He’s fussier than usual, but we’ve had a busy evening, and I’m hoping he goes to sleep quickly. Although I was sure Bree wouldn’t care that he was with us tonight, it was a huge relief to hear her say the words out loud. I never thought I’d attempt to date while he’s still so small, but I realized it's pointless fighting whatever this thing with Breeze is.

  Once he’s asleep, I grab the monitor and make my way downstairs. I didn’t have time to plan anything special for tonight, but I have an idea that I really hope Bree will like.

  It doesn’t take long to get things organized before I head out to the deck. Breeze is still sitting in the same place. She has her feet tucked up under her, her Kindle on her lap, but her gaze is on the view in front of her. The sun is touching the horizon in the distance, just about to disappear. The evening breeze lifts her hair gently, and it hits me how badly I want to see her here like this every single day.

  “Hey.” Breeze turns to me, a smile on her face. My legs move in her direction before I even realize it. Standing in front of her, I hold out my hand for her to take. There’s no hesitation. She lets me pulls her to her feet and into my arms. I kiss her, just because I can. It’s a struggle to stop it from escalating, but I don’t want her to think I brought her here just for this. Even if my dick is screaming that it wouldn’t complain if that’s where the night is heading.

  “Come on, let’s get inside before it gets cold out here.” Once we’re inside, I lead her toward the den. The lights are dimmed, the coffee table has been pushed to the side, and I’ve pulled all the cushions off the sofa. The TV is ready to play a movie, and I have a tray full of snacks laid out.

  It might not be a candlelit, romantic dinner, but it’s the best I can do tonight.

  “TJ,” Breeze gasps softly, “when did you manage to do all this?”

  “Do you like it?” I ask, suddenly worried that she’ll find it too juvenile.

  “It’s perfect.” She stretches up on tiptoes, smiling brightly before pressing her lips to mine.

  “Thank you.”

  “No problem.”

  Once we’re settled in, I pass Bree the remote control telling her to pick whatever movie she wants. I have a feeling I’ll be watching her more than whatever she picks anyway.

  “You sure you trust me with this?” she sasses. “I might have to introduce you to some more classic romance.”

  “Whatever makes you happy, doll,” I say, pulling her closer to me.

  Not even ten minutes into the movie and I'm pretty sure this is the dumbest shit I've ever thought of. Instead of watching the television, I’m consumed with the perfect little body that’s cuddled into my side. She’s tucked under my arm, and my fingers trail up and down the bare skin of her shoulder.

  Why did I ever think I could be this close to her without wanting to rip all the clothes off her perfect little body? Running my fingers down her bare arm once more, I take a small detour instead of tracing my way back up. This time I run my fingers up her side, along her waist, and across the side of her tit. She inhales a breath, and her body arches into my touch. Feeling bold I do it again. She tips her head back and looks at me with so much want on her face. I’m sure she sees the same look on my own face. Her mouth opens slightly, and I take it as the invitation I hope it is, dropping down to kiss her. Her hands wrap around the back of my head, and she kisses me with a heat like I’ve never felt.

  Fuck.

  This is a battle for dominance. Her tongue flicks out to meet mine, and she uses her grip on me to pull herself up. All without once breaking our connection.

  She shifts, her legs settling over my thighs as she straddles me, and the heat from her body causes my already eager cock to harden to the point of pain. My hands slide down her waist to cup her peachy ass. The ass I knew would fit perfectly in my palms. I can’t help but grind my hips into hers.

  Jesus.

  She feels fucking phenomenal.

  Dragging my lips away from hers, I can’t help but feel smug as shit at the unhappy groan she lets out at the loss of contact. I don’t give her a chance to complain; instead, I drag my lips down over her jaw, neck, and collarbone. Fuck me, she tastes incredible. My mouth is just about to hit the swell of her glorious tits when she shifts away from me a few inches. I get a look at her, and what I see causes my chest to tighten. Her kiss-drunk expression, swollen lips, and heaving chest make her the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I need her naked and under me right now.

  “You’re fucking perfect,” I groan into her mouth. She doesn’t answer, just drops her hands to the hem of her shirt before she rips it over her head. She’s got her hands under my shirt before hers even hits the floor.

  Thank fuck she’s as hungry for this as I am.

  I’m yanking the button on her jeans open when I hear the only thing that could tear me away from Breeze right now.

  Abel.

  His soft cries filter from the monitor that’s on the side table next to us. Breeze freezes in my arms before she reaches over and turns the small screen toward us. Yeah, my boy is wide awake.

  Letting my head drop back on the pillows, I stifle the urge to curse.

  “I’m sorry,” I tell her. “He doesn’t usually wake up like this.” Before I can move away, she grabs my face in her hands.

  “Don’t apologize. You have a tiny baby, they wake up. It’s fine, we can finish this another time.” She smiles at me softly, and it hits me somewhere deep that she really means it. She’s not fazed by the interruption at all.

  “Let me go settle him. Will you stay?”

  “If you’re sure?” she asks.

  “Babe, never been more sure,” I tell her, dropping a kiss on her mouth before I make my way upstairs to my son.

  “This isn’t exactly what I had planned for tonight, you know,” TJ whispers close to my ear, startling me.

  Glancing down at the baby sleeping on my chest, I can’t help but smile.

  “It’s been perfect,” I say, and I don’t know if I've ever been more honest.

  When Abel woke up fussing earlier, I made the mistake of going to his bedroom with TJ. The minute he saw me, his little chubby arms reached for me. There was no way he was going to fall asleep with me there. Instead, I suggested we bring him downstairs with us to finish the movie. Sure, I might not be getting the happy ending I was expecting, but I wasn’t lying when I said it’s been a perfect night. All of it.

  Laying here tucked in close to TJ, Abel asleep between us, I fe
el something I didn’t realize I’ve been missing from my life.

  Contentment.

  It’s a peaceful feeling that I know I could easily get addicted to.

  “Do you want me to carry him up?” TJ asks.

  “I’ve got him,” I reply, trying not to jostle the baby as I stand. I carry him upstairs and gently place him in his crib. Grabbing his blanket, I make sure he’s tucked in. He really is the most beautiful little boy. I see so much of TJ in him, and I can already tell he’s going to be leaving broken hearts left, right, and center when he’s older.

  “Night, gorgeous boy,” I whisper before turning to leave the room. I’m not surprised when I see TJ leaning against the doorframe, watching me. He takes my hand in his and leads me downstairs where I notice he’s picked up the cushions and the room is back to normal. Does this mean he wants me to leave? I don’t get a chance to ask him before he pulls me down onto the sofa, where he once again settles me as close to his side as possible. Picking up the remote, he presses play on the last part of the movie.

  I can’t deny that part of me is disappointed. We’d been going at each other with an intensity unlike anything I’ve ever experienced right before Abel interrupted us. I might not be a virgin, but I’ve never felt that kind of heat with another person before. I was kind of hoping we’d pick up where we left off. Now I have no idea where his head is at. Does he not want me as much as I want him?

  “What are you thinking so hard about?” he asks.

  “Nothing.” I opt not to tell him that I'm disappointed he isn’t stripping me out of my clothes right this second.

  “Why are you so tense then?”

  “I’m not tense,” I lie, not taking my eyes off the screen. Instead of pushing me to answer, TJ shifts me so my back is flat on the sofa. Hovering over me, he stares right into my eyes. He slowly drops his mouth to mine, soft lips kissing first my top lip, then the bottom one.

  It's mesmerizing, being this close to him, feeling the weight of him on me.

  As always with us, the kiss quickly ignites.

  Hands start to roam, tongues trace skin, hips start to grind.

  My hands are on the button of his jeans, determined to finally get them off this time. Once I have the button yanked open, I slide my hands inside and grip his cock in both hands. Ripping his mouth away from mine, he buries his head into my neck and growls, “Fuck.”

  The vibration of his voice, coupled with the feel of his breath dancing over my heated skin, causes my entire body to clench. Sparks fly behind my closed eyes. It’s thrilling, knowing that I can get this usually cool, calm, and collected man to react this way. I want him to feel what I'm feeling. This heady mix of powerful and powerless. When I open my eyes, the look I see staring back at me tells me he’s maybe already feeling it.

  “You sure about this, baby?” Lifting himself off me slightly, his eyes bore into mine. The heat I see in there is enough. I’m beyond sure. I might have no idea what this thing is between us or where it’s going to take us, but I do know that I want him. Need him. More than I need my next breath, I need to feel him inside of me.

  “Please,” I beg, but the words are cut off when TJ yanks my pants off me, my shirt and bra following quickly behind.

  This time it’s my turn to groan. It’s like he can’t decide which part of me he wants to devour first. His mouth finds my nipple, and he sucks on it, hard. My nails rake the skin on his muscled back, and my legs hook around his thighs, trying my damnedest to get him to move closer to me.

  “Patience,” he says, letting my breast go with a pop. His lips quickly land in the center of my chest where he drops open-mouth kisses, slowly making his way down to my stomach. I think I might combust before he even reaches his intended destination.

  He doesn’t slow down when he reaches the apex of my thighs; he pushes them wider apart and dives in and gives me one long lick before latching onto my clit and sucking hard.

  “Holy shit!” I exclaim. My head drops back, and my eyes roll back in my head. I’m not going to last much longer, an orgasm already beginning to dance through me. The second he brings one of his talented, thick fingers into play, I see stars.

  My body tightens, toes curl, and the fingers of one hand fight for purchase on the sofa beneath me, while the others tug on his hair. Then comes the bliss. The waves and waves of pleasure that carry me away. I’m vaguely aware of TJ kissing his way up my body, each press of his lips sending yet more shocks through me.

  “That was fucking beautiful.” I pry my eyes open at his words. He leans over me, strong corded arms caging me in, swollen lips and hair a mess.

  As sated as I should feel after that, I’m still burning for him, burning to feel him.

  “I need you.”

  “You have me, baby,” he says as he takes his heavy cock in hand and rubs it through my folds. Shifting back so he’s on his knees between my legs, he continues to tease me. I’m too mesmerized by the sight of him to complain at the loss of contact.

  “I need to see this,” he tells me, never taking his eyes off where he’s still teasing me. I’m about to lose my mind.

  “TJ … please,” I beg, bucking my hips, hoping he’ll hurry up and fill me. He takes one hand and presses down on my thigh, pushing my legs open wider.

  And then he’s sliding inside me. Just the tip to start. A few inches in. A few inches out. Over and over again. It’s the sweetest torture as he rocks his hips in tiny movements.

  “Let me see you play with your tits, Breeze.” Reaching up, I play with my nipples, needing something to help ease the ache he’s created deep within me.

  “Fuck … you’re so fucking beautiful like that; pull them harder,” he groans before he slides all the way in. His head drops back on his shoulders, and he stays planted inside me for what feels like minutes. I can’t help it when I clench down on him; the sight of him so affected by me is the biggest turn on. When he finally moves, it’s slow, deliberate pumps.

  He wraps his arms around my waist and lifts me so we’re chest to chest, faces barely a breath apart, my legs wrapped tightly around him. The new position means he can hit somewhere deep inside where I don’t think anyone else has ever touched. All the while he keeps his eyes boring into mine. It's like he’s trying to communicate without words.

  “I could fucking live inside you,” he says against my lips before his tongue slides into my willing mouth. The tempo of his thrusts increases, like he’s unable to control it any longer. He pumps harder, faster. Over and over, hitting that sweet spot deep inside me.

  “Best. Fucking. Ever,” he grits out between thrusts. “So close, Bree ... baby ... fuck, you need to come soon.”

  Burying my head in his neck, I let go for the second time. This climax is no less shattering than the first. But this time I get to see TJ fall over the edge with me. Tipping my head back, I drink in the sight of his dark eyes turning liquid, the tendons in his neck standing out as his body tenses. I feel his release as it thunders from him, into me.

  His eyes never drop from mine. Not even when he repositions us so he’s flat on his back and I'm draped over him. Not when he cups my face and drops a precious kiss on my lips.

  “You ok?” he asks, and all I can do is smile. I can’t answer with words, too consumed with the feelings he’s evoked in me.

  Words are beyond me; I’ve been reduced to whimpers and sighs.

  Euphoria. I'm pretty sure that’s what this is.

  I’ve never felt it before and right now, all I can think of is feeling it again as soon as possible.

  “Why are you standing here?” Keir asks, stopping next to me outside of the studio where Breeze is currently playing on the floor with Abel. I’ve been watching them for a while, and the sight is addicting.

  “Creeping on the staff, bro? Really?” he says, punching me in my arm.

  “I’m not creeping. And she’s not just staff,” I tell him without turning away from the view in front of me.

  “She’s not, huh?” His
reply sounds smug. He knows there’s something going on. We might not have talked about it, but he’s my twin. He knows me better than anyone.

  “Why are you even here?” I finally turn to face him. He’s supposed to be at home with Poppy and the boys for another week at least.

  “I told Lucy I'd get some stuff done for her. Have you noticed anything off with her? She didn’t sound like herself when she called last night.”

  “I haven’t seen much of her,” I tell him. We might be on decent terms now, but Lucy and I were toxic together for a long time. I don’t know if we’ll ever be able to get to a place where she can call me if she has something going on.

  “Can you keep an eye on her for me? Poppy is worried about her too.”

  “Sure, will do.” My attention shifts back to watching Breeze through the window. She’s down on her knees on the floor, Abel on the yoga mat in front of her. She’s holding his little hands and moving his arms to the beat of the music. His legs are kicking everywhere, and I can hear his chuckles over the music.

  That sound. It fills parts of me that I didn’t realize were cracked. He might have come into my life in the most unexpected way, but there hasn’t been a day of his life that I haven’t loved that little boy.

  “What are they doing?” Keir asks, reminding me that he’s still there.

  “Yoga.” I deadpan.

  “Obviously.” I can practically hear the eyeroll in his tone. “You can do that with a baby? We should look into setting up something like this for members. She’s good.” I don’t answer. He must have forgotten that Breeze won’t be here long enough to set up anything like that.

  We watch as she does some sort of press up over my son, dropping down far enough to kiss his head each time. My eyes rove over her curves that are encased in tight workout gear. Inappropriate while she’s looking after my son? Probably. But with a body like hers it’s inevitable. She stretches one toned leg out, alternating left to right each time she leans down. Maybe I can get her to try this later, but with me underneath her instead.