Broken (19 page)

“
I’m not sure what is so
special about her!” She yelled as she stomped her feet down the
hallway.

“
No, and you never will,”
Garrett said under his breath then I heard the door
shut.

I hurried to the bathroom running the
water for a bath and lighting all the candles. Garrett walked in
and wrapped his arms around my waist. “What are you doing in
here?”

“
I wanted to surprise you
with a romantic evening. Then Jersey Shore showed up. Man, was she
a buzz kill,” I laughed.

“
She isn’t going to ruin
our evening, Babe,” he said seductively. He gently pulled on the
belt of my robe to loosen the knot. Pushing the robe off my
shoulders it fell to the floor landing at my feet. I was standing
there in a black lace bustier with a black thong and
garters.

“
Jesus, Babe. Are you
trying to kill me?” He gasped.

I moved closer to him and put my hands
on his chest and whispered, “I told you I had a surprise for
you.”

I glanced over at the bathtub and
realized I needed to turn the water off. I purposely turned and
bent way over the tub, exposing my ass to him to turn the water
off.

He came up behind me and pressed
himself against me. I could feel his erection through his pants. I
reached behind me and grabbed his cock and gave it a gentle
squeeze.

He wrapped his arms around me and
stood me up straight. His breathing became ragged and he put his
face next to my ear. “You are so beautiful, Babe. I want to fuck
you right here, right now.”

“
Well, what’s stopping
you?” I said breathlessly, squeezing his cock again.

Taking a small step back he began
unlacing the back of my bustier and unhooking my garters slowly
running his fingers gently up and down my legs. He pulled my
underwear down and spun me around and dropped to his knees.
Gripping my ass he pulled my hips towards him. His mouth was
kissing my pussy and his tongue was searching for my clit. My hands
were on his head, guiding him. My head fell back. “G,” I
moaned.

It felt like it had been forever since
I felt his touch. I was so turned on. I could feel myself almost
climaxing. I pushed him away and knelt down with him. I reached
down between us and un-tucked his shirt and pulled it off him. I
could have stared at his body all day. He was so beautiful. I
unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his pants. We both slowly stood
up, and he sat on the ledge of the tub. He unlaced his boots and
took them off. He stood back up and pulled his pants down and
kicked them to the side.

Sitting back down he began
to remove his prosthetic. I touched his hand with mine. “Let me,” I
said softly. I could sense his hesitation at first. “Please,” I
said looking up at him. He nodded and slowly sat back down on the
ledge. Carefully, I
slid the thick plastic
sleeve that went up to his thigh down over his knee and pulled his
leg from the prosthetic leg. I removed the two socks and then the
liner from his skin.

“
Stand up.”

“
I love it when you take
charge,” he smiled.

I reached for his boxers to pull them
down and felt his erection against my arm. I looked up at him
quickly and grinned.

“
What? You’re standing
there naked and I’m not supposed to have a hard-on?”

I laughed rolling my eyes at him. “Get
in the damn tub.”

He sat back down on the ledge of the
tub and swung his body around slowly easing himself into the
steaming hot water. “Jesus! Are you trying to boil me?” He
laughed.

“
Sorry, I thought a nice
hot bath would be relaxing, I didn’t realize it was this hot,” I
giggled.

I eased myself into the tub and rested
my body up against his. “Ah. . . I could get used to this,” he said
with a sigh.

He picked up the washcloth that lay on
the side of the tub and began slowly washing my back, shoulders and
arms. Pushing my hair aside he gently nibbled and kissed my
shoulders and neck. He wrapped his arms around me and began
caressing my breasts, my stomach and in between my legs. My
breathing became labored. I arched my back pushing my ass up
against his hard-on. My body was aching for him. I felt flushed.
I’m not sure if it was from the hot bath water, or if it was the
fact that I wanted to feel him inside me.

Taking the washcloth from his hand, I
slowly turned myself around, trying not to splash any water onto
the floor. I gently washed his chest and arms––examining each and
every one of his tattoos. Slowly, I worked my way down his body
until I reached his cock and slowly began stroking him. I felt his
body shudder, and he let out a soft moan.

“
Let’s go to your bed,” I
said breathlessly.

He nodded.

While he lifted himself to the ledge,
I stepped out of the tub to get a towel for each of us. I handed
him a towel. “I’ll meet you in the bedroom,” I purred. I quickly
left the bathroom while he put his leg back on. Once I was in his
room, I quickly lit all the candles and climbed into his bed
waiting for him.

He walked into the bedroom with a
towel wrapped around his waist. As soon as he saw the room lit with
candles, his towel dropped. “This is perfect, Babe, I love
it.”

I was lying on my side staring at him.
His body was perfect, and it was glistening from the water. I held
my hand out for him to join me in the bed. He climbed onto the bed
lying on his side next to me. Caressing my skin with his fingers,
he worked his way down my body. His fingers entered my pussy, and
his thumb rubbed my clit softly. I rolled onto my back and moaned.
Bringing his mouth to my breasts, he kissed one nipple then the
other. He was teasing me, and it was driving me mad. I thrust my
hips in the air and let out a small cry. I was doing everything in
my power to get his fingers deeper inside of me.

Pulling his fingers out of me, he
positioned himself at the bottom of the bed. Now standing he
grabbed my ankles, pulling me toward him. My ass was at the edge of
the bed and he lifted my legs up to his chest. He thrust himself
into me, and I cried, “Oh God.” I was clenching the blanket with my
hands. I was so close, but trying to hold on. I wanted us to come
at the same time. After a few more pumps of his hips, I could feel
his orgasm erupting inside me. I let myself go.

We were both panting like we had just
run a five mile race. He pulled out of me and I pushed myself back
up the bed. Garrett lay down and curled up next to me. I loved that
he wanted to hold me after sex. It was something I longed for only
with him.

The next morning I woke up, and I was
alone. I went into the bathroom and retrieved my robe. I put it on
and went to find him.

Garrett was standing in the kitchen
drinking coffee. “Good morning, Beautiful,” he said as he kissed me
on the top of my head. “Are you hungry? You want me to cook you
anything?”

“
No, I’m good.”

“
Okay, well we need to
talk then. Come here, let’s sit.” He took my hand and led me over
to the couch.

We both sat down and he held my hands
tightly. My heart began to sink, and my stomach started to turn. I
had no idea what he was about to say.

“
I am not sure how to tell
you this, so I am just going to say it. I am being stationed back
in Hawaii," he blurted out.

I could feel the blood rush from my
face. I dropped my head. I didn’t know what to say or how to
respond. I wanted to get up and run to the bathroom and puke my
brains out. But instead I sat there in silence.

“
Leila. . . Say
something,” he pleaded.

“
I’m not sure what you
want me to say,” I said, stunned.

He gripped my hands tighter and took a
deep breath. “Babe, I want you to come with me.”

“What . . .?” I said in shock as my
head slowly rose to look at him.

“I said. . . I want you to come with
me. There is one small little thing. We have to get married for you
to be able to come with me. Only a spouse can live on base with
me.”

I was stunned and speechless. I went
from thinking he was moving to Hawaii and leaving me to him asking
me to come with him and marry him.

He let go of one of my hands and slid
off the couch to his knees. “Babe, I love you. I have always loved
you.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a diamond ring. He
took my left hand. “Marry me.”

My head was spinning. I was trying to
process everything.

“Leila. . . Did you hear
me?”

I shook my head and snapped myself out
of my daze. A huge smile appeared on my face.

“
Yes, of course I'll marry
you,” I jumped onto his lap and kissed him.

We lay around his bed for the rest of
the morning. I was resting my head on his chest with my eyes
closed. His arms were wrapped around me, and he was running his
fingers up and down my bare back. I was falling in and out of
sleep, I was so relaxed. I felt like I was on cloud
nine.

“Babe. . .” Garrett’s voice woke me
from my daydream.

“Hmmm . . .?” I said
dreamily.

“What are you going to tell your
mom?”

My eyes popped open and panic rushed
through me. I hadn’t thought about my mother. The last time I had
even mentioned Garrett’s name, she flipped out. I slowly lifted my
head. “I don’t know,” I whispered.

“I will go with you to tell her if you
want,” he said, kissing my head.

“No, I will go see her tonight. I will
break it to her gently. She needs to realize I am no longer a
child.”

“If you change your mind, I will go
with you, Babe. Come on let’s get ready to go,” he said as he
slapped my ass.

As we drove back to my place, my
stomach was in knots. I called my mom when we were leaving
Garrett’s apartment. I told her I was going to stop by in a few
hours. Garrett dropped me off at my car. He asked me one more time
if I wanted him to come, and I told him, no. I knew how my mother
could get. She flies off the handle, especially when it comes to
Garrett.

As I climbed into my car, he leaned
over to me. “I’m a text away if you need me. I love you.” He said
as he kissed my cheek.

“
I love you too. I’ll text
you when I’m on my way home. Have a drink ready for me. I am going
to need it,” I said smiling at him.

My stomach was in knots
the entire drive over, and I was beginning to feel nauseous. As I
drove, I felt myself gripping the steering wheel. I lightened my
grip and took a deep cleansing breath like Helen had taught me. She
had instructed me to do this when I got stressed. I had a bad habit
of keeping everything bottled up inside. Helen said
I was a ticking time bomb
and she couldn’t believe I hadn’t exploded
already.

I took another breath to relax myself.
I think I could’ve taken fifty breaths and nothing would have
helped. I knew this was not going to go well, my mother and I were
too much alike, both of us very headstrong independent women. There
were several times I considered turning around and going back to my
apartment. Garrett and I could just elope. Once we were married my
mother would have no say in the matter. I began rehearsing in my
head exactly what I was going to say to her.

I pulled into my mother’s
driveway about fifteen minutes later. The whole place was lit
up.
Jesus, she is keeping the electric
company in business all by herself.
I sat
in my car for a few minutes to gather my thoughts and build my
confidence to face my mother.

“
Mom!” I yelled as I
walked through the front door.

“
I’m in the
den.”

I made my way down the
hallway, through the kitchen and into the den. She was sitting in
her recliner watching Entertainment Tonight or as she called it
her
Smut Shows
.

“
Hey, Mom. What’s up in
the world of entertainment?”

“Oh, the same old news, a young pop
star is hooked on drugs. An older actress caught her younger
husband cheating. Same news, different day it seems.”

I made my way to the couch that was to
the left of where she was sitting. “So, Mom, I have some news. . .”
I said nervously, twisting my engagement ring around my
finger.

“Oh you do?” She said, giving me a
suspicious look.

I took a deep breath and blurted it
out, “Garrett, asked me to marry him, and I said, yes.” I felt like
I was ripping off a Band-Aid, if I did it quickly it would hurt
less.

She looked at me in complete
shock.

“
And there is more. We are
moving to Hawaii.”

“Excuse, me?” She snapped. “I don’t
think I heard you correctly.”

I instantly went on the defensive. I
knew this was going to be a fight, and I was more than ready to
take her on. “Oh, you heard me correctly. I am marrying Garrett and
we’re moving to Hawaii. I am doing this with or without you. I love
him. I know you don’t understand and you don’t have to understand,
this is my life.”