Broken #5 (The Broken Series - Book #5) (5 page)

True to my word, I kept the
lights on all night, in fear that I would find something crawling on me in the
middle of the night. The room had been horrendous, and although I didn't see
any creepy crawlers, I was sure they were waiting in the wings to attack me as
soon as the lights went off. I knew Jet was hoping for a little vacation
nooky
, but there was no way in hell I was getting naked in
the bed. He had attempted to assess the shower for possible sex options, but it
had been so overgrown with mildew that we exited it as promptly as possible. It
was a wonder the health inspector hadn't closed the place down.

Jet had spooned me the whole
night, however, leaving me in a cocoon of safety as we slept. I loved feeling
him so close. He made me feel incredibly safe with no real effort. We departed
early that morning, and grabbed some breakfast at a local diner before getting
back on the road again.

Now walking into my parents’
place was like walking back in time. They owned a modest two-story home that
needed some updating inside and out. It was very different, I was sure, from
the way in which Jet was raised, as was evidenced by the house I went to for
Thanksgiving dinner. Wow, what a night that was. I could at least be sure that this
time Katie would not be at dinner.

“Natalie, it's so great to see
you. How was the drive? Did you hit any traffic?” my mother gushed at us as she
came down the hallway. My father was in tow, but he was a silent type.

“The trip was good, Mom. We ended
up staying in a terrible room last night, though, but we had already been
behind at that point anyway. By the smell of things you already have dinner
well underway.”

“Oh, of course.
I was up early making stuffing
and getting that turkey ready.”

I turned to Jet. “Mom, this is my
boyfriend, Jet, the one I have been telling you about.”

Jet approached her and held his
hand out to my mother to shake hers. She laughed gleefully, and instead pulled
him into her arms for a hug. My dad chuckled behind her, and by the look on
Jet's face, she had taken him completely off guard.

“You're family now, Jet. We don't
shake hands around here.”

He laughed.
“Fair
enough.”
He walked to my father and said, “Thanks for having me in your
home, sir.”

My dad looked him over and nodded.
“It's nice to meet you, son. I hear you're a fighter, I'm happy to know that
you can protect my daughter.”

“Oh, she's doing pretty well at
protecting herself. I have been teaching her some
self-defense
.”

“That's wonderful,” my mother exclaimed.

“Well, you kids can go get
settled in if you would like, and then come down and have a drink with me,” my
dad offered.

“Sure, Dad, I'm just going to hit
the shower first, and wash that motel off of me.”

“No problem; take your time.”

I hugged them both and headed
upstairs to my old bedroom. I opened up my bedroom door and walked in, with Jet
behind me. He was carrying our suitcases in, and laughed as he entered my room.
“Whoa, you sure liked boy bands, didn't you?”

My walls were pink, and splashed
with posters of the bands I liked as a teenager. I had been a little obsessed,
but what young girl isn't?

“You never mind. I don't know why
they keep my room like this. I don't come home often, so it's just a waste of
space.”

“I'm sure they just like the
reminder of you.”

We started unpacking what we had
into the dresser in my room, and I grabbed a change of clothes to take with me
to the shower.

“If you want to have a shower, too, Jet, feel free.”

“Can I have one with you?”

I paused and considered his
request wondering, what the chances were that my parents would check up on us.
I decided it was likely that they would probably leave us alone until we settled
in.

I smiled. “Okay, sure.”

He grabbed some clothing, and I
got two towels out of the linen closet in the hallway, then we made our way to
the bathroom. I turned on the tap so that hot water poured out, and then I
switched it to the shower setting, and water cascaded from it. I closed the
bathroom door and locked it, insuring that at least we wouldn't be caught red-handed.

I undressed quickly, and Jet
undressed slowly as he watched me. I felt warm under his gaze and I went to him,
kissing him full on the mouth. I bit into his lower lip when he put his hands
on my ass. I pulled away from him and stepped into the shower letting the water
cascade down my body and soak into my hair. It felt wonderful to clean off the
dirty feeling of sleeping in that motel.

Jet joined me in the water, and
we switched positions so that he could rinse his body off as well. I watched as
the water streamed down his hard stomach, and I smiled when he turned to me. He
had heat in his eyes and he surprised me when he bent down into the tub getting
on his hands and knees. He buried his tongue into my pussy and I gasped as I
braced myself against the walls of the shower.

I shivered despite the heat of
the shower when he sucked on my clit. My pussy was throbbing as he continued to
taste my opening.

He got up from his knees and
without saying a word he turned me around so my ass was facing him. He pushed
me into the shower wall, and I stuck my ass out toward him. He pushed his hard
cock into me, and I moaned as he filled me up. I was panting as he pushed into
me hard and fast. The waves of pleasure were completely taking me over, and I
could barely contain myself as I came all over his cock. He kept pumping into
me fast, and I moaned, feeling a delicious sensation warming my entire body. I
felt another orgasm building up, and when I came again, he spilled into me,
making me feel complete once again.

He leaned against my back and I
could feel him breathing heavy against me. “Now that's the quickie I wanted
last night.”

I giggled. “That felt so good,
Jet. My body is just humming now.”

“
Mmm
, I
like that.” He pulled himself out of me, and I felt empty the moment he did. I
turned to him, and kissed him on the mouth, my tongue finding its way in to
meet his. We kissed like that for a while, passion building between us.

“We better get down there before
my dad starts to wonder where we are.”

Jet laughed nervously. “Good
call. As much as I would love to go round two, it's probably best not to push
our luck.”

I stepped out of the shower, and
passed Jet a towel. I dried myself off quickly and proceeded to get dressed as
Jet also stepped out of the shower. I took a brush through my hair, and
realized we didn't do much cleaning in the shower at all. But at least I had a
smile on my face.

Christmas dinner was marvelous. I
had to say, thanks to my dad, I already had a good buzz going on by dinner. As
soon as we came back downstairs, he opened up a bottle of whiskey, and we
started celebrating the holidays. The mood in the house was a joyous one, and I
was happy to see that Jet was having a great time talking to my parents. He
seemed very at ease in their home, and I was glad. It was a far cry from the
way his family had dinners, but I had to say I preferred it much better this
way.

My mom had made a delicious
spread of turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing and various vegetables. Everything
smelled and tasted amazing, and I hoped one day I would be able to cook as well
as she did.

We spent the dinner catching up
on old times, and I let them know how school had been going so far that year. I
told them about the art exhibit, and how Jet had purchased a drawing from me
for $300, but how I was sure he’d only done it to get close to me. Their
eyebrows rose as they realized that he must have come from a different
upbringing.

Jet talked a lot about his MMA
dreams and his career so far, as my dad seemed pretty impressed by the whole
thing. He often watched UFC, so meeting someone personally involved in fighting
was something he thought was exceptional.

After dinner, we all retired into
the living room to relax. Jet and I had fresh whiskeys, and we settled on the
couch together snuggling close. In my family, we opened up gifts on Christmas
Eve and spent the next day just relaxing.

My mom started passing out gifts,
and everyone in the room started opening up gifts. To Jet's surprise, my mother
handed him three gifts.

“Oh, you didn't have to buy me
anything.”

“Of course we did. It's Christmas,
and you are spending time with our family, and you're very special to Natalie.”

“Well, thank you.” He began
unwrapping his presents, and they had gotten him a sweater, a new pair of
boxing gloves, and some cologne. I could tell that he was speechless by their
kindness, because he just stared at the gifts, shocked.

“Natalie told us you liked to box
and that your gloves were developing an odor she didn't approve of, so we
thought we would help you out.”

He looked over at me and I
laughed. “Oh did she, now? Yeah, gloves can start smelling pretty bad. Again,
thank you, this was really kind of you.”

I finished opening my gifts and I
had received a couple of movies, some clothes, a new drawing art kit, and a
couple of books. I helped my mother clean up all the wrapping
paper,
and they slipped in an old movie to relax for the
evening. I took Jet's hand, and lead him back upstairs to my bedroom.

“I wanted to give you your
Christmas gift when we were alone.”

“Sounds great.”

I went into my suitcase, pulled
out a package for him, and handed it to Jet. He opened it to find an envelope
inside the wrapping. Confused, he opened up the envelope to find tickets to an
upcoming UFC fight card in a city close to ours.

“I figured we could use it for
our next road trip.”

“Oh my God.
Natalie, this is awesome,
sweetheart, thank you.” He kissed me on the lips, and I nuzzled into him.
“Now my turn.”

He pulled out a larger box that I
had eyeballed when he put it in the trunk of his car. I unwrapped the packaging
and opened the box. In it was a pair of diamond earrings sitting on top of a
red silk dress. It all looked very luxurious.

“I had my sister help me out. I
figured you could wear it for New Year’s.”

“Wow, Jet, it's beautiful, and I
think you outdid yourself. Diamond earrings?”

“You deserve it, believe me.
Let's see them on.”

I took them out of the box, and
slipped them into my ears. I felt like a queen wearing them, and I threw myself
into his arms.

“You look beautiful, Natalie.”

“Thank you Jet. I love it all.”

We returned to the living room to
settle in with my family and watch a movie for the evening.

Chapter Eight

Jet

Christmas with Natalie couldn't
have been any better. I had been nervous at first about meeting her parents,
but they were the kindest, most down-to-earth people I had ever met. Being
around them was nothing like my family, which at times could feel stuffy,
especially if it was one of their dinner parties. I was actually having a
really good time there, and I couldn't have asked for a more relaxing holiday. That
brings me to Natalie; how on earth did someone like me find a girl like her?
She was just so incredible. She was naturally nurturing and loving toward
everyone in her life. And beautiful, my God, the girl was more beautiful than
she would ever realize. I loved waking up to her in my arms, and it was
something that I had never thought I wanted. I used to be fine with picking up
random girls at the bar, and the last thing I wanted was a relationship. And
here I was in one, and I now couldn't imagine why I ever liked one-night stands
when I could have perfection in my arms every night.

We had decided that morning that
we were going to go ice-skating for the day. I hadn't been skating in years. I
used to play hockey with my brother when we were kids, but I stopped playing
once I got involved with wrestling. I ended up borrowing her dad’s skates, and
she grabbed her own pair, and we headed out to the frozen pond behind her
parents’ house.

Ice skating had been a favorite
pastime of Natalie’s while she was growing up, so it was no surprise to me when
she got onto the rink and skated around like she had been doing it her whole
life. She spun around gracefully like a dancer, and I was in awe when I watched
her. I, on the other hand, was an embarrassment to the sport. I don't know that
I had been that great at it as a kid, but I was far worse at it as an adult.
Maybe that was why I gave it up for wrestling. I probably wasn't that good at
it in the first place.

But Natalie, as usual, gave me a
run for my money on the rink. As I wobbled around on skates that were a size
too big for me, she skated around like she was in a musical. I tried to chase
her down at one point, and wiped out, falling flat on my ass.