Bent not Broken (204 page)

“I’m gonna make it easier for you to take me,” he says, and at his words I feel more wetness between my legs.

I feel one of his fingers press gently inside me, and I tremble at the invasion even though it feels incredible. Then his thumb hits
the
spot, and he begins moving it in slow circles, and my head tilts back and I moan deep.

“God, you’re so beautiful. Is that good?” he asks, and his voice sounds strained.

“Yes,” I pant out, and now he’s added another finger, and he’s moving them in and out of me as his thumb continues circling.

And it feels sensational.

My hips start lifting up to meet his hand, and he starts moving his thumb faster and harder, his fingers continuing their deep thrusting.

Yes, yes,
yes
.

“Oh my God,” I pant out and at this, Jake moans.

I arch my head all the way back into the pillow, and for just a portion of a second, everything seems to freeze right before I tip over the edge and waves and waves of pleasure wash through me. I moan and cry out Jake’s name, and when I open my eyes, several seconds later, he is crawling back over me, only now he is naked.
How’d I miss that?

He leans over me and opens the nightstand drawer and pulls out a condom. I watch spellbound as he rips it open with his teeth, leans back on his heels and rolls it over his,
wow that’s beautiful too
, thick, hard shaft.

“Can I touch you, Jake? Will you show me how?” I whisper.

“Next time, baby. Hanging on by a thread here. If you touch me, we’ll both be sorry.”

Then his weight is on me again, and he guides the tip of his cock to my entrance, and I automatically open my legs wider.

He kisses me again, his tongue thrusting deep, hinting at what is to follow. I shiver with anticipation.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he growls. “Gonna do this fast to get the painful part over with, okay?”

“Okay,” I whisper, and just like that, he drives inside me in one smooth thrust, as I cry out, and the pain sears through me.

He’s still for a minute, and then he starts to move slowly and the pain subsides until I just feel deliciously full and stretched. He keeps moving very slowly in and out of me until my body relaxes around him.

“Baby, I gotta move faster. You ok?” He sounds strained.

“Yes,” I whisper, and he starts thrusting in and out of me harder and faster, and watching the look of bliss on his face is the most beautiful thing I think I’ve ever seen in my life, because I’m giving that to him.

His mouth comes to mine again, and he starts thrusting his tongue into my mouth in time with the thrusting of his cock, and I like that.

Okay, no, I freaking
love
that.

I feel another fire building inside me, and as his breathing becomes ragged, I tip over the edge again, crying out. He drives deep, once, twice and then again as he buries his face in the side of my neck and groans against me, circling his hips slowly as we both come down.

He lays still, buried inside me for a minute, and I hold him close to me, stroking my fingernails up and down his arms. He starts nuzzling my neck, and I feel his smile on my skin before his head comes up and his beautiful eyes are gazing into mine.

“You okay?” he whispers gently.

No, no I am not. I am more than okay.
I am fabulous.

“Yeah,” I whisper back, and I sound breathy.

He pulls out of me, and I mewl in protest at the loss, and that makes Jake grin. “My Evie likes me inside of her,” he says.

Yes, yes I do.

“Let me get rid of this condom and get something to clean you up with. Stay there.”

He sits up on the side of the bed, facing me and pulls on his boxers and t-shirt. Then he walks to the bathroom, and I hear some water running before he comes back out with a wet washcloth. He sits back down on the side of the bed and says, “Open your legs and bend your knees.” I’m slightly embarrassed, but I trust him, and so I do as he says.

He cleans me with the warm cloth, and I notice there’s blood and that embarrasses me more, but he doesn’t make a big deal of it.

Then he’s padding back to the bathroom and I hear water again as I quickly find my panties on the floor and pull them on. Jake walks back in the room with a glass of water, which he offers me. I take long drinks and smile at him as I hand it back.

He puts the glass on the nightstand, and he climbs into bed next to me and pulls my back against his hard chest as he nuzzles his face into my hair.

I turn in his arms so that I’m facing him and look into his handsome face, running my hand down the side of his cheek.

“You’re mine now, Evie. Say it,” he whispers.

My hand stills, and I look him in the eyes. “I’m yours, Jake,” I whisper back.

I think I see a flash of something that looks like pain in his eyes, but then he smiles that beautiful smile of his and kisses me gently.

“I’ve never experienced anything as beautiful as that,” he says, and I feel my heart fill up because I feel the same way. I press myself closer to his warm body and learn something else that’s beautiful about Jake Madsen. He’s a cuddler.

CHAPTER 15

Evie is 13, Leo is 14

I’m sitting on the sofa in the front room of my foster home, when there’s a knock on the door. My foster mom, Jodi, calls from the back family room, “Evie! Get the door!” and I stand up to answer it.

I note briefly that I’m wearing a really tight pair of jean shorts and a tank top with no bra, and so I open the door just a crack and lean my head out. Standing there is Willow and Leo. I swing the door wide open, saying, “Hey! What are you guys doing here?”

“Is it okay if we come in?” Leo says, and I notice his eyes sweep my body quickly, and he gets a tight look on his face. I realize that I’m not really dressed to receive guests, but I didn’t exactly expect any. I look at him questioningly, and he moves his eyes to Willow in a quick gesture, telling me all that I need to know.

“Of course,” I say, waving them in.

“Who is it?” Jodi yells.

“A couple friends!” I yell back. “They won’t stay long.” There’s no answer from the back room, meaning Jodi has gone back to whatever television drivel she’s involved in right now. She won’t bother us.

Leo sits down on the smaller loveseat, and I guide Willow over to the couch where I was sitting. I sit down right next to her and move her blond hair out of her face. Her eyes are blood shot and she smells like pot.

“Willow,” I prompt when she just continues to stare straight ahead, “What’s going on, baby girl?”

She continues to look straight ahead, but then her face crumples and she face plants into my chest. I freeze for a second, but then I bring my hands up and stroke her hair, planting my lips on the top of her head and murmuring, “Shhh, it’s ok, talk to me, Willow.” I wait, but only get silence and the occasional sniffle.

“She showed up at my place stoned out of her mind,” Leo says, his jaw clenching. I had to sneak her away from there. My foster parents would have called the cops if they’d seen her. They’re not exactly the easygoing types.”

“Do you know what happened?”

“Yeah, she was mumbling about a court date, her dad showed up and leered at her the entire time, apparently he’s expressing some interest in getting her back even though he hasn’t given a shit about her for the last three years. That was all I really got out of her about that. Then some so-called friends snuck her out of her house and got her stoned and drunk and dropped her off to walk home. She showed up at my place. Nice fucking friends.”

“Leo!” I hiss. “Don’t swear!” I cover Willow’s ears.

He looks at me for several long seconds, and then his face breaks out into a grin.

I look at him, shocked. “What are you grinning about?” I demand.

“You. You’re so damn cute.”

I snort. “Honestly, Leo? What is wrong with you? This is SERIOUS!”

He sobers his face and says, “I know, Evie, believe me, if I knew who her friends are, I’d go teach them a lesson about giving drugs to twelve year olds and letting them walk home alone.”

I continue stroking Willow’s hair until I notice that she is snoring softly. I lay her back against the couch and grab the blanket on the end and cover her up with it. I watch her for a minute, chewing the inside of my mouth.

“Jodi’s shows will be over in an hour. I’ll need to get her out of here by then,” I tell Leo.

He nods. “I think that will be long enough for her to sleep some of it off. Come on over here and sit by me so we don’t wake her.”

I move over to the loveseat and sit down next to Leo, scooting as far as I can to the edge.

Leo gets a small frown on his face, but he doesn’t say anything. He’s been acting differently toward me lately, both in school and whenever we get together, which is usually at least once a week. It’s confusing. He goes silent a lot and gets this strange look on his face. I can’t tell if he’s mad at me or what. He rarely tells me he loves me anymore like he used to. But then he makes comments about how cute I am… boys are strange.

After a minute of silence, I bring my legs up to sit in the criss-cross position and turn my body toward Leo. When I look at him, he is staring at my chest, but he quickly snaps his eyes to mine when he realizes I’m watching him, and his cheeks get flushed.

Oh God! He’s embarrassed for me because he realizes that I totally need a bra. I’m not overly large but I’m big enough now that going braless is unacceptable. He must be grossed out. My own cheeks flush too, and I grab a pillow that’s fallen to the floor and hug it to me, averting my eyes.

After a minute of awkward silence, Leo says, “I saw you talking to Max Hayes at lunch today.” He sounds mad again. What is going on with him?

“Um, yeah, we have homeroom together. He’s nice.”

He doesn’t say anything for a minute or two and then, “I heard that he kissed Zoe Lucas AND Kendall Barnes last week. I’d prefer it if you didn’t talk to him at all. He’s a player.”

I laugh. “Leo, I’m not interested in kissing ANYONE, so relax, okay? You don’t have to play this big brother role forever. I know you’ve protected me a lot in school over the years, and I appreciate that but Max Hayes is not a threat to me.”

He clenches his jaw again and moves his shaggy dark blonde hair out of his eyes and glares at me. “You wouldn’t know a threat if it hit you between the eyes, Evie.”

I narrow my eyes at him. Oh no, he didn’t… really? And now I’m getting mad. “Oh, okay, LEO. I forgot that you’re the worldly one and I’ve just been living in a protective glass case my whole life!” I hiss, glancing nervously at Willow to make sure that I haven’t woken her. She lets out a snore and continues sleeping.

Leo glares back at me, “That’s not what I meant,” he says. “You just don’t know how guys work. You have no idea what Max is thinking when he’s ‘just talking’ to you.”

“Oh really?” I say, leaning toward him. “And how do you know what Max is thinking, exactly?” I demand.

“Because I’m thinking the same thing!” he hisses back.

We stare at each other for several seconds before he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, and then says quietly, “What I mean is, I’m thinking similar things about other girls, so… that’s how I know.”

I stare at him, a strange tight feeling expanding through my chest. I don’t let myself think about it. Instead, I nod and look away, saying, “Thanks for the heads up, Leo. I’ll make sure that I don’t’ encourage Max, okay?”

He’s silent for a minute and then, “I think Willow has probably slept enough. I’ll sneak her into her house.”

We both stand too quickly, almost colliding, but he moves away first, going to Willow and shaking her slightly. She sits up, murmuring, “What’s going on?”

Leo helps her up, saying, “Come on Willow, you’re gonna lean on me, and I’m gonna walk you home, okay?”

“Okay,” she says, sounding a little more with it.

He guides her to the door, barely glances at me as I open it for them and then calls out quietly over his shoulder as they walk down the stairs, “See you at school tomorrow, Evie.”

CHAPTER 16

I wake slowly in the early hours of morning and feel a warm, hard body against my back and smile as I remember the night before. I slowly move out from under Jake’s arm and make my way to the master bath to do my business. After I’m done, I crawl back in next to Jake, snuggling into him again. I turn toward him this time and watch his beautiful face for a few minutes, peaceful in sleep.

He cracks one eye open and smiles a sleepy smile at me. “Are you watching me sleep?” he asks, teasingly. “Who’s the creeper now?”

I giggle and snuggle closer into his body heat, and he wraps his arms around me.

We’re still for a few minutes, and then I let my hand roam downwards because his closeness has me buzzing again, and I need to feel him. He moans as my hand hits his crotch, and he’s already hard so I rub him gently over his boxers, feeling him swell even more under my hand.

Suddenly I’m on my back, and he’s over me. “You want to play, beautiful?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Do you feel a little sore or are you okay?”

I squeeze my legs together, wincing slightly. Okay, so I am sore. “Just a little,” I admit.

“Well, there are other things…” he trails off.

“Yes,” I whisper again.

Then he’s kissing down my belly, licking my navel with the tip of his tongue. He drags my panties down my legs and tosses them aside and then dips his head down to kiss the inside of my thigh. I shiver in arousal as he buries his head between my legs, and I automatically open to him. I feel him inhaling my scent, and he growls, “I love you smelling like me.”