Bruised Angel (River of Lies #2) (11 page)

“Chelsea we will find the book” he said looking her in the eye.

Chelsea blinked back tears and nodded. She knew it was stupid to be so consumed by a book, but it had some of her darkest feelings, those times where she didn’t think she could take it anymore instead of killing herself she drew it out. It was in those pictures that she was most vulnerable. She had been so proud of herself sharing them with Mason, Knox and Kelly that morning. However, now someone had the pictures and that caused nothing but ice cold fear to run through her veins.

Mason gave up on trying to make her smile and let her sit and stew. When they got back to Mason’s house she locked herself in the bathroom and ran the shower. Chelsea sat on the bottom of the shower and sobbed, allowing the water to wash her tears and grief down the drain. When she finally emerged resembling a red eyed drown rat, Mason was sitting on the edge of the bed wringing his hands. She stopped in the door way and looked at him, he looked up at her with sad eyes.

“Chels, I’m sorry. If I hadn’t insisted on taking us into the forest today, you wouldn’t  have lost your book.” he said sadly.

Chelsea shook her head and stepped toward Mason, edging in beside him on the corner of the bed. She rest her damp head on his shoulder.

“It’s not your fault. I’m sorry I’ve been in such a funk over it. It’s stupid really. I just am afraid at who is looking at those pictures. They were my most vulnerable drawings” she said.

Mason looked up at her and frowned.

“I saw the pictures of you in there, they weren’t nice pictures Chels, you hanging, you cutting yourself” he said shaking his head.

Chelsea nodded and put her arm around him as she turned to him.

“I want to show you something, it is going to shock you, but it will help you to understand why I drew those pictures” she said.

Mason frowned again but nodded his head. Chelsea stood from the bed and opened the towel she had wrapped around her. Trying to control her hands from shaking as she stood naked in front of Mason, his eyes widened as he saw the scars that dotted her body, lines that crossed across her stomach and the raised red scars that ran down the length of her thighs. Mason looked up at her with his mouth ajar.

“Chels? Where did these come from?” he said reaching out tentatively to run his fingers lightly across the old wounds on her stomach.

Chelsea dropped her head and watched his hand tracing the scars that brought her so much pain to look at.

“When I was twelve I started to cut myself as a way to escape what Carl was doing to me. As I bled it released something, I don’t know what, but it made me feel better” she said.

She knew that Mason wouldn’t understand and she was shocked when he looked up at her with tears in his eyes, shaking his head.

“Chels. My God. This breaks my heart” he said quietly.

“I think part of me did it because he hated it so much, he would make comments on how the wounds made me unattractive, I couldn’t put on weight no matter how much I ate, I tried not washing but nothing stopped him, then when I was sixteen I realised that even wounding myself wasn’t making him stop” she said.

“What made you stop?” he asked touching the most recent wounds on her thighs, it was there that she had cut the deepest.

“One day in art class I leaned up to get something and my dress rode up my thigh. Brenda saw this one” Chelsea said pointing to the biggest scar she had “I had accidently cut a lot deeper than I was intending and it got a bit of an infection in it.”

Mason continued to run his finger along the scar shaking his head.

“Anyway she asked me how I got it and I just blurted it out that I had done it myself. I guess I was scared because of the infection and stuff.” Chelsea sniffed back a tear at the memory of the concern that was written all over Brenda’s face. “Her boyfriend is a nurse, so she had him bring in some dressings and some stuff to clean it and she looked after the wound. After it was healed she made me promise that instead of cutting myself, I would draw out my pain instead”

Chelsea gingerly touched the scars and put her hand over Mason’s as he ran his fingers along the various wounds that dotted her body.

“I didn’t want to disappoint her, she was the only person that I had ever come close to letting in like that; Dylan didn't even know that I cut. So I did what she asked and started drawing out my feelings. That’s why that book means so much to me. Over the last year every time he touched me, every time I felt like ending it all by taking my own life, I drew it out”

Mason looked up at Chelsea as a tear ran down his cheek.

“It helped. I stopped and soon I enjoyed drawing it out far more and got a lot out of the drawing. Brenda would check the book every time I had the class and it was our secret”

Mason suddenly stood and pulled her into his chest holding her tight. She had once seen a Facebook meme that said that one day someone would come along and hug you so tight that it would put all the broken pieces back together. Chelsea felt in that hug, at that moment, all her pieces were being put back together, but not as they were, Mason was putting them back in a better way. A way that she could never have imagined.

Mason bent his head and kissed Chelsea long and passionately. He pulled her tighter against his body and she could feel his erection immediately press against her stomach. She knew that she should feel embarrassed standing naked in front of him, especially seeing as he was fully dressed but in that moment Chelsea no longer cared.

Mason began to run his hands up and down Chelsea’s back, his tongue dancing with hers. She slid her hands up the back of his shirt, feeling his muscles rippled and twitch under her touch, she moved her hands around to his front and up over his chest. As Chelsea moved her fingers over Mason’s nipples he groaned and pushed his crotch against her tighter. Mason started to kiss down over Chelsea’s neck and chest, bending his knees so that that could take one of her breasts into his mouth. She groaned and leant her head back. Chelsea touched Mason on the hair and slipped her fingers under his chin pulling him up. He stood with a confused look on his face.

“Make love to me” she said in her most seductive voice.

Mason frowned and kissed her lips gently.

“Are you sure?” he murmured against her lips.

Chelsea looked up into his eyes while he continued to kiss her, running his hands up and down her body and over her backside. She nodded her head and tugged on his shirt to lift it off his body. Mason smiled and nodded, reaching down and removing his shirt. Chelsea moaned gently at the sight of his chest. It should be illegal for a guy to be so attractive she thought. His long dark hair skimmed just under his shoulders, his chest rippled with muscles and the light smattering of hair that spread across his pecks and down his stomach to his pubic line.

Chelsea reached up and ran her hands over his stomach and down to the button on his pants. She glanced up at him, his eyes watched her with bemusement as he bent to kiss her mouth again. She clumsily fumbled with his button before it released with a pop and his pants fell off his hips and to the ground. The front of his boxers were standing like a tent under the power of his erection. Chelsea brushed her hand over his cock, which instantly caused Mason to close his eyes and groan. She tugged on the waistband of his boxers and lowered them, his erection bobbing free.

Mason took Chelsea by the hand and led her to the bed they had been sharing for the past two days. He guided her to lie on the bed as he sat beside her.

“If you want to stop at any time, no matter how far we are into it, you need to tell me alright?” Mason said watching her face.

Chelsea nodded with a smile.

“I will” she said.

Mason gently raised her arms above her head.

“Leave them there” he said huskily flashing his crooked smile.

Chelsea nodded folding her hands together above her head. Mason started by kissing her lips and working his way down over her neck to her chest. He paused above her breast before flicking his tongue over her nipple. Chelsea gasped and arched her back, he smiled against her breast and gently nibbled on the small peak.

He continued his onslaught of gentle kisses down over her stomach, pausing at each scar to lather them with tender kisses. With his hands Mason gently parted Chelsea’s legs and nestled himself between her thighs, continuing to kiss over her hips, down her thigh and up the other. He reached the centre between her legs and breathed out over her pubic hair. Chelsea gasped again watching him, as Mason looked up at her and smiled. Gently he started to kiss over the crease, rubbing his hands over her thighs.  Chelsea closed her eyes and arched her hips towards his mouth. The pounding between her legs was becoming more intense and threatening to take over. Mason continued to touch her with feathery kisses. Chelsea moaned in frustration, she needed relief.

“Patience baby” Mason purred.

Chelsea opened her eyes and looked down at him, his eyes twinkled with excitement before he quickly plunged his face between her legs, licking between the lips of her core and touching on the button that threw jolts of electricity racing around her body. Chelsea let out a yelp and ground her hips into Mason’s mouth, wanting him to devour her. It only took a handful well placed licks and Chelsea was moaning and rocking back and forth against Mason’s mouth.

Once she had become nothing more than a trembling wet mess, Mason looked up at her, his chin glistening with the juices of his mouth and her orgasm. She laughed as he wiped his chin with the back of his hand. Like a tiger stalking its prey, Mason climbed Chelsea’s body stopping at her mouth to kiss her passionately. She could taste herself on his lips which produced another throb between her legs. She was shocked at her body becoming suddenly so insatiable.  Mason paused his kisses and looked at her with a serious look on his face.

“Are you sure you want to go the whole way?” he asked.

Chelsea nodded her head. The pounding between her legs was dictating her actions. She wanted him deep inside her. She wanted to heal. She wanted him to put all the pieces back together, including what it was to be loved wholly.

“It’s going to hurt, but I’m going to try to be gentle alright?” he said.

Chelsea nodded. She had heard from the other girls how much sex hurt, she wasn’t sure she was ready for the pain, however, she was ready for sex and she wanted that first time to be with Mason. He leaned over and fumbled around in his bedside drawer pulling out a condom and tearing the wrapper with his teeth. Kneeling he rolled it down over his erection before settling himself between Chelsea’s legs.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

Chelsea smiled and nodded again. Mason reached down and pulled Chelsea’s leg up. She lifted her other leg following his lead and wrapped them both around his hips. Mason smiled at her and gave her a wink, which caused her groin to throb again. She could feel his cock at her entrance which was still slick from her previous orgasm. His cock twitched as it touched on her crease.  Mason reached down between her legs and slowly began to guide himself inside her. He kept his eyes on Chelsea as he began to work slowly inside her. It wasn’t until he had the head of his cock fully inside her that Chelsea felt the deep pain begin in the bottom of her stomach. She frowned and Mason paused.

“You alright?” he asked.

Chelsea nodded focussing on the feeling of him inside her.

“Keep going” she said.

Mason nodded and pushed deeper inside her, the pain exploded through her stomach and down her thighs. She couldn’t hold the gasp back that escaped her lips. Mason leant down and kissed her, not moving.

“I’m in now” he said gently.

It didn’t take long before the pain subsided and the feeling of him inside her, stretching the walls of her pussy felt really good. Slowly Mason began to move, he watched her intently at first before Chelsea saw his eyes roll back in his head and his eyes closed in pleasure. The deeper Mason moved the more the throbbing grew. Soon she was moving her hips in time with Mason, it didn’t feel like they had been having sex for very long when she was crying out and clinging to his body and he was grunting in her ear shaking above her.

Slowly Mason rolled from her with a kiss and lay on the bed beside Chelsea, his hair sweaty and stuck to his forehead. He reached down and took her hand bringing it up to his mouth and kissing her fingers.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

Chelsea smiled and nodded.

“It hurt but it felt so good. Thank you” she said.

Mason grinned.

“You never have to thank me for that, it’s always my pleasure” he said with laugh.

She laughed with him and closed her eyes.

Chapter Twelve

Chelsea didn’t remember drifting off to sleep but before she knew it Mason’s alarm was going off. She rolled and saw Mason looking at her.

“You make the cutest sounds when you sleep” he said with a smile.

“You were watching me sleep?” she said with a laugh.

Mason nodded and kissed her nose.

“Yep, you’re adorable I can’t take my eyes off you” he said.