The Broken (24 page)

River inherited
K’s Motors and I run it, so when I’m at work, Jasper stays home
with River. She hardly ever leaves the mansion, she fears leaving
the safety she feels here. Derek pays a therapist to come to the
house to see her, and she’s improving in small steps.

“I’m going up
to get some sleep before the little guy wakes up for a bottle,” she
says, bringing me from my thoughts. I drop the slice of pizza I’m
holding and stand.

“Yeah, I’m
going to …” I can’t think of an excuse, and blurting out that I’m
going to ravish my girl’s amazing body would be too much
information, but the smirk all over Jasper’s face and the eye roll
from Derek tells me an excuse is not necessary. I make a quick
exit, tapping River’s gorgeous ass as I rush her to the stairs. She
chuckles and it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. I chase
her into our room, closing the door and pinning her sexy frame
against the wall, my mouth devouring hers.

“I love you,
baby,” I breathe into her skin. I slip my shirt over my head
dropping it to the floor.

My hands roam
every delicious curve of her body; I feel her pulse racing with
every needy breath she takes. This is the only time she allows
herself to completely let go, knowing that I’m right there to catch
her, and follow her into ecstasy.

“Make love to
me, Sammy.”

God, she makes
my dick throb when she says shit like that. I pop the buttons open
on my jeans and push them from my body, leaving me bare and ready
to be inside my women. Just as I strip her sundress from her
shoulders, Michael starts to cry; the sound echoing in the baby
monitors around the house. I sigh and released the hold I have on
her dress, slipping it back into place. Static, then Jasper’s voice
speaks from the monitor. “Uncle Jasper has this one, guys. You
carry on getting it on …I mean getting some sleep.”

His chuckle
carries down the hall from Michael’s nursery. My eyes find the
lustful gaze of River’s, and she leans forward, taking my bottom
lip into her mouth and biting down. She’s so hot when she’s turned
on. No one can light me up like her. I strip her from her dress and
panties; worshipping the beauty on display for me. I trace my lips
over her soft skin, taking her pert nipple into my mouth sucking
gently. Her moans feed my need for her.

“Touch your
tits, baby. Let me see you please yourself while I taste your
amazing pussy.”

Her breath
catches in her throat. River likes me giving her commands. I drop
to my knees in front of my goddess. Her aroused scent sends me into
frenzy. I lean forward to swipe my tongue into the crease of her
pink, moist pussy. She tastes the perfect blend of sweet and sin;
it’s like nothing else I’ve ever tasted. It’s unique to her, and it
brings out the alpha male in me. She’s not only beautiful, she’s
sexy. Her figure rivals any underwear model; she rivals any
Hollywood starlet, and her hunger and sex drive rivals any
male.

“Keep doing
that, baby. Pinch those nipples,” I command her, while opening her
pussy with my thumb and index finger, my eyes committing every
detail of her to memory because I swear every time I get between
her thighs, her pussy gets more beautiful.

“Oh, God,
Sammy! More, more!”

Her hands drop
from her nipples into my hair. Her hips push her closer on to my
lips. I nip and suck on her clit, sliding two fingers into her wet
depths. Her pussy squeezes me while her orgasm rips through her. I
slip my fingers from her and use my tongue to dip into her hot
core, soaking up everything she has to offer. Her hands grip and
tug my hair, forcing my head away from her. I look up into her
hooded gaze; her lips crushing down on mine.

“I love tasting
myself on you.”

I wrap my arms
around her naked ass, squeezing in it my palms, sliding my hands up
her body as I get to my feet.

I take her lips
with mine, making love to her mouth with my tongue. Gripping her
thighs and lifting her, I slide straight into her welcoming
heat.

“I love you”
She pants. Her fevered body pinned to mine as I rock into her with
slow. Deep. Thrusts.

“Your mine
Twink, I love you so much” I breathe against her lips, my mouth
capturing every gasp that leaves her.

I feel her heat
all around me, squeezing me, surrendering herself to my love. I
walk us to the bed sitting down so she’s straddling me.

“Make love to
me baby” I whisper.

She lifts her
hips and slowly rotates them, dropping her ass back down to accept
me fully inside her. Her hands reach forward to link with mine: her
head tipping back pushing her chest forward. I swirl my tongue
around her nipple, her body thrusting more urgently against me.

“I love you, I
love you” She calls out as she contracts all around me with her
release, demanding mine in return.

I wake up to an
empty bed. This is not unusual. I know I’ll find her curled up on
the armchair in Michael’s room, so I shower and get ready for work
before going to find her. Just like I predicted, there she is,
asleep in front of his crib.

“Hey, buddy,” I
coo as I pick him up to cradle him in my arms. His pouty mouth is
all River, his colouring is all me. His dark velvet to touch hair
had all the nurses fussing over him when he was born. Everyone
thinks their own child is beautiful, but we really did good with
him. He’s perfection, just like his mommy. He’s thirteen weeks old
now, and River has been cleared to dance by the doctors so I’m
going to surprise her with the studio today. She has no idea I
bought it. I had some work done to bring it back to its best, and
had the name changed. I’m hoping this will give her something to
put herself into; give her something to feel positive and
passionate about again.

“Hey,” she
murmurs in a sleepy tone.

I smile at my
gorgeous girl. “Hey, baby.”

I place Michael
back in his crib before I pull River up into my arms. Her sweet
coco scent makes me feel grounded.

“I have a
surprise for you today. Get dressed, baby. I’ll get Michael
ready.”

She looks at me
with suspicion, making me chuckle. “It’s a good surprise,” I tell
her, tapping her ass and ushering her from the room.

M
y image reflects back at me in the mirror, the small
scar from my fall that night a reminder on the outside of how many
scars are on the inside. I live in a constant state of awareness;
awareness of what I lost at the hand of Danny, and the fear he will
come for me. Sammy says he more than likely died in the woods. He
was injured and not familiar with those woods. I know different,
though. I feel it deep in my soul. I know by the ghosts that haunt
me that can’t be at peace until he has paid for his crimes. Burying
Blaydon was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, and even after eleven
months, two days, and three hours, part of me stayed there at his
grave, wishing things had been different. You can’t change what’s
already passed, you can only prepare and be ready to prevent it
happening again. I’m scared the fear has manifested inside me into
a living being, making me stronger, making me ready to end him when
he does come for me.

I slip into
casual jeans and a tank top, and twist my hair into a messy knot,
securing it with a band. I forgo make-up, just spraying light
perfume so I’m not a complete mess. I descend the stairs to see
Jasper strapping Michael to his chest in his baby carrier. I quirk
a brow. “What do you think you’re doing?”

He turns to
face me, a grin spreading wide on his face. “Pussy patrol.”

Sammy slaps him
round the head. “Jasper’s taking Michael to the park so I can show
you your surprise.”

This piques my
interest. I’m picturing more of the delights of last night. Sammy
sees the lust-filled look on my face and smirks. “Not that kind of
surprise, Twink.”

“So, Jasper is
taking our son to the playground even though he’s way too young to
even use it?”

I know why he’s
really going to the playground, and I must admit Jasper looks so
cute with a baby strapped to his chest. His playboy looks and
mannerisms combined with his devotion to our son is a sure fire way
to get him laid.

“The playground
is for me. It’s my dick’s playground, full of bored housewives and
single parents, all frustrated and needing a release. I’ll take
numbers and work my way through them, giving them the best night of
their lives.”

I take the last
step until I’m next to Jasper and give him a deadly glare. “So
you’re using my son to pick up easy women, rather than spending
time with him because you love him?”

He looks
offended and shakes his head. “No. I love him so I’m spending time
with him. The easy women are just a bonus. This little guy is a
babe magnet. I’m just using the perks which is my right as
uncle.”

Sammy chuckles
and slaps Jasper around the head again. “Get out of here before she
starts un-strapping him and bans you from ever seeing him
again.”

Jasper gasps.
“She wouldn’t.”

My eyes narrow
on him. He quickly walks to the door and exits before I can say
anything. Sammy closes his arms around me from behind, whispering
in my ear. “You are a devil woman, and I love you.”

I turn in his
embrace so I can kiss his soft lips.

“Mmm, don’t get
me excited, baby. I want to show you your surprise first.” He winks
and ushers me out the front door.

We drive into
the car park of Bella’s. I haven’t been here since it sold, but
I’ve driven past it with longing. I miss the escape I used to find
here. No one knows who bought it or what they’re going to do with
it. It hasn’t been open since it sold, though, so hope dwindled for
it remaining as a dance studio.

I let my eyes
take in the new name and my heart begins to pitter patter in a low,
steady beat.
Twinkle Toes Dance Studio.

Tears well in
my eyes. “Sammy, what is this?”

He lets out an
awkward laugh. “It’s your dance studio. I bought it for you. I just
wanted to wait until you were ready to come back here.”

My tears fall
freely. I feel so much love inside me for this man, I’m afraid my
body can’t contain it, or that he’s going to be snatched away from
me like everyone else in my life.

“Talk to me,
baby. You’re making me nervous.”

I unbuckle my
seat belt and crawl into his lap. “Thank you for giving me back a
part of me, Sammy, for mending the broken parts of me and loving me
in spite of them. I love you. This is so amazing.
You’re
so
amazing.”

He crushes his
lips to mine. “You’re amazing, River, and I love you. The whole
you, the broken you; every shattered piece. And I will fill all
those cracked pieces with the love I feel for you, until you feel
whole again.”

My tears spill
on to my cheeks and Sammy wipes them with the pads of his thumbs.
“I may never be whole Sammy.”

He smiles.
“Then we’ll stay broken together.”

He reaches into
his jeans pocket and pulls out a black velvet ring box. My eyes
widen.

“I have only
ever loved you, River. You were my Twinkle Toes. You were the light
in my darkness, you made me feel loved. You gave it freely when
people that should have offered it to me didn’t. You gave me my son
who I will love and support with every fibre of my being, even when
Jasper tries to turn him into a whore.” I shake my head furiously,
making him laugh, and he continues, “I want forever with you. I’ve
always wanted forever with you. Please make me complete. Marry
me?”

I grip him to
me so tightly I’m scared he will fracture. “Yes, yes, yes. You’re
it for me, Sammy. It’s always been you.”

He nods his
head, looking relieved his eyes sparkle and he lets out a breath in
a rush. “I’m taking you to celebrate. I thought you could come back
here tomorrow so you can get reacquainted with the place on your
own?”

I scoot back
into my own seat. “That would be perfect, thank you.”

He takes the
ring from the box. “Let me put this on you, baby.”

I hold my hand
out to him and he takes it, bringing it to his lips before he slips
the ring in place It’s stunning; a princess cut, not too big.
Elegant, perfect, just like him.

The drive home
is filled with talking about how quickly he can get me down the
aisle. I have no desire to wait or have some big wedding where most
of the chairs will sit empty. My family lives under our one roof,
so the wedding will be just us. We pull up onto the drive, but
Sammy doesn’t exit when I do. I poke my head back in the door.

“Go make
yourself feel gorgeous, baby. I need to pop to work quickly, then
I’ll be back to get you.”

I smile and
rush inside. Jasper isn’t back yet, and Derek is working so I began
stripping myself from my clothes on my way up the stairs. I slip
out of my underwear and search my dresser for my fancy black lace
panty set. I pull my hair from its messy knot, shaking the strands
free. Walking into my wardrobe, I scan the contents, looking though
my dresses.