Unbroken

by Riley Edwards

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.

  27

  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 actually 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 thrust 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.”

  “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 and 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.”

  And I was. So fucking close I was going to blow and leave her behind.

  “Almost,” she panted.

  “Tell me, Ava, you wanna feel my cock?”

  “Yes.”

  “Say it,” I demanded.

  “I wanna feel your cock.”

  “You wanna feel it here, in your slick warm pussy?” I gave her more pressure, my cock starting to breach her opening.

  “I’m there, Logan.”

  I gave myself a few more strokes before I pulled away from her pussy. I tensed as heat rushed through my body, and I let go on her hip and belly.

  She looked startled as my come marked her flawless skin. After long moments, my shoulders and neck began to loosen, and I searched Ava’s face for any signs of unease. None was present, just pure happiness.

  “That is a mess.” Her giggle started soft and sweet, but quickly turned into a full belly laugh.

  Beautiful.

  “Yeah, sweetheart, you certainly made a mess.”

  “Me?” She batted her eyelashes. Trying but failing to look innocent.

  “You know exactly what you did. Don’t play miss innocent with me.”

  As much as I didn’t want to rush this, the day was slipping away, and unfortunately, we had things we had to take care of. I was glad that in the middle of this shit storm she could still laugh.

  “Let’s get cleaned up.”

  I didn’t wait for her reply when I picked her up off the bed, her legs still wrapped around me, and walked us back into the shower.

  Not much was said when I washed her. She understood why we needed to hurry and clean up. I didn’t push her, she needed time in her own head to work out what today would bring. I’d allow it, as long as she didn’t start pushing me away, or spewing whacked shit about things being her fault.

  None of this was on Ava. She didn’t ask to be pulled into James Kelley’s bullshit, or be stalked by Carl Allen. I didn’t want to bring up that we were still not outta the woods, and I had to check in with Zane Lewis in a few hours to see what he’d found out about the boys Jimmy was running with in El Paso. If there was going to be any sort of blowback or retribution for Jimmy, I was taking Ava and JJ and we were leaving town. I wasn’t taking any more chances.

  The ride to the hospital was quiet. Ava was pulling into herself, shrinking back into her seat the c
loser we got.

  “Stop,” I demanded when we pulled into the hospital parking.

  “I’m not doing anything, Reid.”

  “Yeah, sweetheart, you are. You’re twisting all sorts of shit up in that pretty little head of yours. I’m afraid to even ask what kind of fucked up shit you're making up in there.”

  Ava’s body went solid in the seat next to mine. I threw the Camaro in park and pocketed the key fob. Before she could start speaking, and by doing so piss me off, I got out of the car, rounded the trunk, and opened her door.

  She woodenly walked beside me through the parking structure. By the time we had made it to the elevators, I’d had enough.

  “Say it,” I urged her.

  “Say what? Anything I say, you’ll tell me it’s jacked or fucked up.”

  “Because it is. But I need to know what parts you’re twisting, so I know what to untwist.”

  “You know it’s kinda mean to tell me how I feel is jacked.”

  “No, it’s not. It’s real. I’m not gonna blow unicorns up your ass, just so you don’t think I’m mean. I’m really not gonna stand here and let you blame yourself for shit that is not on you. I gave you time, I didn’t push. I let you go in that head of yours hoping that you’d work it out yourself. You didn’t. I see that was the wrong thing to do.”

  “You let me?” she screeched.

  “Absolutely.”

  “Really. And pray tell how you let me.”

  “Ava, I can be real persuasive when I want something, and real creative in the ways I get it. If I didn’t want you in your own head, you wouldn’t be there. I thought you could sort yourself out. You can’t, so now, I’ll sort you out.”

  Ava’s face was fire engine red, if I had to guess, I’d say that smoke was seconds away from coming out of her ears. I didn’t want to do this, but I now knew it was necessary.

  28

  Our Girl

  Ava

  “Reid…” I tried to stop him from saying whatever it was he was going to say. I was already pissed, and he was only going to make me angrier.

  “No. There is no nice way to say it, so I’ll just say it.” Reid grabbed my hand and pulled me to him. What came next pissed me the fuck off. “Nothing. I’ll repeat nothing that has happened is on you. Jimmy Kelley was a piece of shit. Always had been. Everybody knew it. Mac knew it, you knew it, and Jacob knew it. Carl Allen was a fucking lunatic that should’ve been locked up a long time ago. He’s taken care of now, and you don’t ever have to worry about him. What he did to Suzie, is fucked. What he did to Rick, and that bleeding over to April, is even more fucked. But, again, none of that is on you. Rick died protecting my family. He made that choice. And Ava, make no mistake, that was a choice. He died for me. He knew what he was doing. April is gonna be devastated, destroyed, and you’re gonna have to help her with that. You’re a good woman, so I know you will. What I need from you now, is for you to get the hell out of your head and deal. There is nothing we can do about changing the past. I knew Jacob. Not well, but I knew him. I know he was good through and through, a good dad, and a great husband. I know he was gentle with you. But I also know, if he was here, he’d be standing here telling you the same thing.”