Bent not Broken (205 page)

His soft tongue circles my already swollen clit, and my head presses harder into the pillow as I whimper.

Oh,
yes.

Oh,
God!

He begins licking and sucking gently, lapping at my swollen tissue with a steady, rhythmic suction until I feel my body quickening, and I cry out as the orgasm pulses through me.

Jake’s tongue thrusts into my sex as I convulse, and I feel like I’m shattering into a million delicious pieces, my head thrashing back and forth on the pillow as I chant his name again and again.

He crawls back up the bed, kisses the side of my neck and then collapses next to me, pulling me into him, and my hand goes under the bottom of his t-shirt to explore the ridges and dips of his stomach muscles.

And now it’s my turn to explore.

I lean up and just like he removed my sweater last night, I scoot his shirt up his waist, and then he reaches his arms up and sits up slightly as I pull it over his head and toss it on the floor.

He’s looking at me with that beautiful, lazy look, and his hair is messy from sleep, and his beautiful, hard muscled chest is on display, and for a minute all I can do is stare at him and drink in his perfection.

Then I lean over and put my mouth on his chest, kissing, tasting and licking my way down until I get to one hard nipple. I lick it and suck the tiny bud into my mouth like he did to mine last night. He groans, and I smile against his chest, loving that I am bringing him pleasure.

My hand wanders back down his stomach, and I lift my head to look at him.

“Teach me what you like,” I whisper.

“Just put your hand on me. I just want you to touch me.”

He leans up slightly and pulls his boxers down, and I watch as his stomach muscles clench beautifully and his big, hard cock springs free. Then he kicks the boxers off his feet to land on the floor next to the bed.

I lean up on one elbow and scoot down a little bit so that I can reach him, and when I wrap my hand around his rock hard length, it jumps slightly in my hand. It feels like velvet over steel, and I love the feel of it in my hand.

There is a small, wet drop at the tip of his shaft, and so I take my thumb and rub it in slow circles to which he groans.

“Move your hand up and down, baby,” he chokes out. “Like this,” and then he puts his hand over mine and shows me. And the sight of his hand over mine on his big, hard erection sends little sparks between my legs even though I just had an orgasm less than five minutes ago.

I begin moving my hand, slowly at first and then faster, learning what he likes and responding to his breathing and his moans.

As my strokes become faster, I feel his cock jump and swell in my hand. He chokes out, “Evie!” as long streams of white cum spurt over my hand.

“Oh
Godddd
!” he moans as he comes down, my hand slowing.

I keep watching his cock as it slackens in my hand, and then I look up at him, not able to contain the huge, proud grin. And it’s ridiculous because it’s not as if I’ve just performed brain surgery but there is something utterly thrilling about giving Jake an orgasm, and I can’t help feeling completely satisfied with myself.

I keep grinning my proud grin at him, and he bursts out laughing and then reaches under my arms and hauls me up so that I’m lying on top of him and he’s looking in my eyes. “You’re a natural,” he says grinning back at me.

I lay my head on his shoulder and nuzzle into his neck, and we lay like this for long minutes until Jake says, “I’m gonna run a bath for you while I make breakfast. Then you’re gonna spend the day with me.”

“Hmmm… Bossy,” I mutter, but I smile against his neck.

I stand up and start walking to the bathroom, and when I glance behind me, shooting Jake a flirty look, he is looking at my naked backside with a look of appreciation on his face as he’s pulling his t-shirt and boxers back on. It’s surprising to me that big, beautiful, perfect Jake Madsen seems to be a bit modest.

CHAPTER 17

I soak in Jake’s jacuzzi tub until my skin is pruney and my body is flushed all over, then I dry off with one of his thick, luxurious towels and moisturize my skin with the lotion in my overnight bag that Jake brought into the bathroom for me.

I pull on my clothes, a pair of black, skinny jeans and a long sleeved, white, v-necked shirt with a gray sweater with ruffles on the lapels over that. I packed a pair of black, canvas sneakers but I stay barefoot for now.

I do light makeup and pull my hair back into a low, messy bun then follow the delicious smells of coffee and bacon into the kitchen.

Jake is standing at the stove but looks back over his shoulder as he hears me enter the room, giving me a big smile. “Omelet?” he asks, using a pair of tongs to remove bacon from a frying pan on the stove. He places the strips on a plate with a paper towel on it and sets it on the counter next to a plate of cut up cantaloupe.

I shake my head no. “Just coffee and fruit is plenty for me.”

“Okay, help yourself to coffee. Cups above the coffee maker. Milk in the fridge, sugar on the counter.”

He turns back to the stove and cracks a couple eggs into a pan as I go about getting myself a cup of coffee, no sugar, and generous milk.

I sit at the counter sipping my coffee and admiring Jake’s ass until he pours his omelet on a plate and joins me, adding bacon and fruit to his plate.

“I have cereal too, if you’d prefer that.”

“No, really, this is perfect. I usually don’t eat much in the morning.”

“Well, babe, things have changed for you. You’re gonna have to keep up your energy now.” He winks, trying to contain the teasing smirk and looking extremely pleased with himself.

I pick up a skinny piece of cantaloupe. “Oh, right. This should do the job,” I say, eating the fruit in two small bites and discarding the rind on the napkin in front of me.

He bursts out laughing, stands up and scoops me up and plants me on his lap on the bar stool, straddling him. He nips at my neck and tickles my sides, making me squeal and giggle. “I can see I have more to prove to you, minx.” Then he’s nipping at my ear and growling as his hands roam over me, and I can barely catch my breath I’m laughing so hard.

“Okay! Okay! No more! Seriously, Jake!” I squirm into him, and it’s not lost on me that he feels good…
really good
.

He’s laughing too, but he growls one more time for show. “I can see it’s sinking in for my girl now how much she’s gonna need a good breakfast.”

I press into him, rolling my hips, turned on again. “Okay, seriously, speaking of sinking in… “ I say, licking the dip at the base of his neck and kissing up to his jaw.

He groans. “Evie, I thought you said you were sore…”

I sigh, sitting up. “I am. Maybe some Tylenol would take the edge off enough...?”

He bursts out laughing again. “Christ. I’ve brought a sex demon to life.”

I laugh, climbing off him, but he might be right. “Okay, so then what are you going to do with me today?”

“Ever been to the zoo?” he asks.

“Actually, no,” I say, surprised. “You’re gonna take me to the zoo?” I grin thinking that that sounds fun. I never got to do any of that kind of stuff as a kid and so I suppose there’s a lot I’ve missed out on. And I don’t exactly have the extra cash to spend on weekend outings now…

“Cool. Do you have shoes that’ll work for walking?”

“Yeah, I brought a pair of sneakers.”

“Okay, good, I’ll take a quick shower and we’ll get going.”

He finishes his breakfast quickly as I enjoy my coffee, and then he drops his dishes in the sink, kisses me on the cheek and heads to the shower.

A minute or two later, I get the naughty idea to surprise him, but when I try the door, it’s locked. I frown slightly.
Okay….

I head back to the kitchen and instead wash the pans in the sink from last night’s dinner, including the breakfast pans and load the dishwasher. As I’m finishing up, Jake enters the kitchen in a pair of jeans and a black pullover. His beautiful caramel hair is perfectly tousled and still a little damp. I go to him and put my arms around his waist, inhaling his delicious, fresh woodsy scent and lying my head on his chest for a minute. It seems impossible that I missed him for the ten minutes he was showering, but I can’t deny it, I did. I lift my head and grin up at his masculine beauty, and he’s smiling down at me. He leans and kisses me on my forehead, whispering, “My Evie. So sweet,” before pulling away and going to put on his shoes.

****

It’s probably one of the best days of my life. It’s a beautiful, crisp fall day, slightly cool but with lots of sunshine to take the worst of the chill off. Jake and I hold hands as we walk through the zoo, laughing and chatting easily. I’m seriously fascinated by some of the animals and watch them for long minutes before looking over at Jake who seems to always be looking back at me with a grin. He seems to enjoy my reactions as much as I’m enjoying the experience.

We stop for hot dogs and ice cream for lunch and as we’re sitting there eating, a peacock walks right by us. Apparently, they freely roam the zoo. I gasp and pick up my phone, trying to get a picture, following the bird around like a crazed prom mom. Jake is laughing at me from the table as I dance around like a nut, trying to get a shot, when suddenly the bird saunters right over, halts in front of me and spreads his feathers in a show of beauty like I’ve never seen before. I’m frozen as I stare, spellbound by this beautiful creature. He prances in front of me for several seconds before I unfreeze and snap picture after picture, cooing to the beautiful boy before he preens off for greener pastures.

I suck in an excited breath as I hurry back to Jake. He’s sitting at the table with a little frown on his face. “Look!” I squeal, showing him the pictures of the gorgeous bird that clearly wanted to show off for me. He makes little “big deal” grunts as I’m scrolling through the pictures, and so I glance at him quickly, noting his expression. “You’re jealous of a bird?” I ask incredulously.

“What?” he says. “No!” But I can tell he’s lying.

“You’re jealous of a bird,” I say. It’s not a question. I look back at the pictures. “He IS gorgeous. Goddddd, soooo gorgeous,” I say, moaning out the syllables in an exaggerated way and throwing my head back.

“Hilarious,” he says. But I can see that despite himself, he’s laughing.

“That bird was trying to move in on my territory,” he says deadpan. “I know a brazen male threat when I see one.”

I laugh out loud at him, and he’s trying not to laugh too, but he loses in the end as he grins at me, showing those perfect, white teeth.

“You’re ridiculous,” I say. But I sit down on his lap and grab his gorgeous face in my hands, and we’re both smiling. But then we’re both serious, and he’s staring at my lips and I can feel his cock swelling under my ass.

“Jake – “ I start

“Evie – “ he finishes.

Then I’m kissing him, hot and wet, right in the middle of the zoo, as our ice cream melts.

I pull away and rest my forehead to his. “I had a really, really nice day, Jake,” I say.

“It’s not over yet, baby,” he says, taking my hand and pulling me up off his lap. “Let’s go see the tigers.”

****

We leave the zoo at almost five o’clock, thoroughly exhausted. As he pulls out of the gate, I look over at Jake, feeling happy and sleepy. He grabs my hand and holds it as he drives with his left. We drive in silence, listening to the radio, and I close my eyes a few times, feeling completely safe and at peace in the warmth of his car.

He pulls into a parking lot, and I note that it’s a small, Italian restaurant. He comes over and opens my door and helps me out. He leads me into the restaurant, and I look around, noting that it’s quaint and adorable, almost full even early on a Sunday night.

The hostess rushes up to us and with a warm smile leads us to a small table in the back. Once we’re seated, the waiter comes up to our table quickly and Jake orders a bottle of red, which the waiter is back with before I’ve even read down two items on the menu.

“The eggplant parmesan is really good,” Jake offers and so I close my menu and raise my glass to his. “To hot peacocks!” I say, grinning.

“Hmmph,” he snorts, teasing, then grinning at me and clicking my glass.
God, he’s so adorable
.

We order dinner and chat easily as we’re waiting for the food, holding hands across the table.

“What shift do you work tomorrow?” Jake asks me.

“Ten to seven all week.”

He looks at me thoughtfully for a minute and then asks, “Ever think about doing anything else?”

“You mean do I have ambitions to be more than a maid?”

“Yeah, I mean, you know I don’t think there’s anything wrong with what you do. You’re just so smart, you could do anything. I was just wondering if you think about it.”

I sigh. “Yeah, I do, actually. I’d love to go to college, but that takes money. Money that right now, I don’t have. But what I’d really love to do is write. I have this idea for a book… “ I trail off, feeling slightly embarrassed.

“Do it. Why haven’t you?”

Because it’s out of my realm of “safe.”

“Well, I need a computer to be able to write. I brought a flash drive back and forth to the library for a while, but it’s just too impractical. And when I was feeling inspired, the library was closed… you know. It just didn’t work.”

The waiter brings our dinner and we dig in. It’s rich and delicious and I can’t help moaning after I take the first bite.

“Good?” Jake asks, his eyes darkening as he watches my mouth.

“Mmmm,” I say, nodding.

“Will you stay with me again tonight?”

“I can’t, Jake. I need to get ready for the week. I need to go home and get myself organized.”

“Tomorrow night?”

“Can’t tomorrow night either. I have a catering job that’ll go late. I don’t usually do them on Monday nights but it’s some sort of art showing at a gallery downtown.” I look at him suspiciously. “You won’t be there, will you?”

He grins. “Wasn’t planning on it but maybe now I’ll have to see what I can arrange.”