Broken Dreams (Franklin Blues #2) (3 page)

He walks away, and I sit here, thinking he’s right. I can hear him talking but not enough to make out the words or who he is talking to, and I start to rethink everything. I start to get up off the couch when I hear him come back.

“Now, where do you think you’re going Babe? Do you remember me telling you not to move from your spot on that couch until I got back?” I stand there and look at him, not sure what he wants to hear from me so I stare at him like an idiot. Next thing I know, he’s right up on me and we’re nose to nose as he stares at me intently with those big brown eyes of his. I have to look up to be able to look into his eyes, and he leans down like he’s going to kiss me, but instead, I feel his hands slide down my waist, across my ass, and then he’s lifting me up, giving me no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist.

“What do you think you’re doing? Don’t you think we should talk about what happened? Plus, you should be wearing your sling. You need to put me down.” As soon as the words are out of my mouth he attaches his lips to mine in a scorching kiss, a kiss so powerful it takes my breath away, and if I were standing up it would have made my knees weak.

“Does that answer any questions you have? I’m fine without my sling on, and you are not hurting my shoulder at all. No, we don’t need to talk, we’ve been talking for the past two weeks and I’m tired of it. We both want this and we are both going to get exactly what we want.”

I didn’t even notice that we had made it to his room; that is until he throws me on the bed. He comes up between my bent legs and reconnects our mouths. I will never get tired of kissing this man. His hands start to travel down my body until they reach the hem of my shirt. He releases my mouth and stares at me as he starts to lift my shirt.

I tense my body as he pulls my shirt up to my breast, his fingers skimming over my already erect nipple. I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips. He leans back in, and with a smile, starts to kiss his way over my jaw, down my neck to my chest. I hold my breath as he latches onto my nipple through my bra. There’s a fire between my legs and I catch myself grinding against him. Without taking his mouth from me, he runs his hands down my arms, lifting them above my head. He captures both of my wrists in one big hand as he uses the other hand to finish disposing of my shirt. Lance then flicks the front snap of my bra and pushes it from my shoulders. Lifting his head, he lets my nipple slide out of his mouth, his teeth gently biting down.

“Lance...” I start to say.

“Shh Baby, I need to taste you,” he says as he kisses his way down my belly. With of flick of his wrist, my jeans are unsnapped and he is pulling them over my hips. He sits back on his heels and pulls the jeans over my legs, ankles and feet. I feel his tongue glide down the inside of my leg, starting at my ankle, and finally stopping on the inside of my thigh, before putting them over his shoulder. Lance places his mouth over my panty covered pussy and breathes deep. I have never done anything like this before, not even with Jeremy. My anxiety levels kick up and I jerk my wrist out of his hand, trying to push his head away from me.

“Lance, stop. I can’t. We can’t,” I tell him.

“Baby, I think we can. Do you know how sweet you smell? Give me your hand, Amy,” he orders in a soft, husky breath. He reaches out and snags my hand in his, pulling it down to my pussy. “Touch yourself, Love.”

“Lance, really, I don’t think....” I try to tell him but he cuts me off with his lips pressed against mine. After he steals my breath, he pulls back.

“Don’t think Amy, just feel,” he says as he slips our hands into my panties. He presses my fingers into my folds and guides my hand to rock against my clit. Oh my God, it never felt this good when I’ve touched myself before.

As I start to feel myself rocket off into space, he pulls my hand away. I let out a moan at my missed chance of orgasm, and he moves our hands to the waist band of his shorts, guiding my hand beneath. My fingertips skim the hair, taking on a mind of their own, and it’s not long before my fingers meet with his cock. I try to wrap my hand around his hard length, but it doesn’t go all the way around. As I begin to stroke him, Lance moans and kisses my lips again. “That’s it, Baby. Touch me,” he moans into my mouth when I find his Jacob’s ladder.

The sound of his pleasure gives me a boost of confidence and I start to move my hand in slow strokes, careful of the piercings in his cock. His lips latch around my nipple again as his hand pushes into my panties. I pull his shorts down with my unoccupied hand, the urge to see his body stronger than anything I have ever experienced before. His cock stands proud in my hand, making my hand look dainty and small. His legs are muscular with a dusting of dark hair, and as I get his shorts to his knees, I drag my nails lightly over his thigh and around to his ass. As he rubs his fingers against my clit, I squeeze his ass before releasing him to pull his shirt off; I need to see the rest of him. My nipple comes out of his mouth with a pop as he finishes removing his shirt and grins down at me. I’m speechless. Yes, I’ve seen his chest before, but seeing him completely nude and hard, well, that blows me away. He’s beautiful. His chest is covered in tattoos that I crave to taste, and I lean up and run my tongue across his left nipple. His pecs jerk at the contact.

“God, woman, you’re already driving me crazy,” Lance whispers and lowers himself to kiss his way down my chest and belly, slowly lowering until his lips skim my already soaked panties.

“Let’s take these off,” he says as he wraps my panties in his hand and rips them from my body.

“Lance! I can’t believe you did that,” I say as I push against him. He grabs my hands again and pulls them back above my head.

“I will buy you more. Don’t move your hands, Sweetheart,” he says as he lowers his head down to run his tongue over my clit. I instantly reach down to push him off again. He wants to lick me there? “I said not to move your hands, Amy. I’m going to taste you. Baby, I’m dying to taste you.” Lance nips my inner thigh as he pulls my hands away from him. “Don’t make me tie you up,” he growls.

“Lance, I can’t,” I start to say and he suddenly gets up. He walks across the room to his dresser, opens a drawer, pulling something red from it, and returning to the bed.

“Put your hands over your head, Amy,” he demands.

When I hesitate, he leans down and seals his lips to mine. As I get swept up in his lips against mine, I feel his hands grab mine. He doesn’t break the contact our lips have as he wraps the tie around my wrist. I’m lost in him until he kisses my eyes, nose, lips, and jaw as he moves his way down my body.

“Now, where were we,” Lance asks in a husky voice, “Oh yeah, I’m going to taste you.”

“Lance, I haven’t ever done anything like this before,” I admit.

“You’ve never had anyone cherish you the way you deserve to be cherished, then. Let me cherish you, Amy. I’d never hurt you. Do you trust me,” he asks, starring me in the eyes.

I know without a doubt that I do, and with a nod of my head, he lowers his hot mouth to my core. Instantly, I feel electricity racing through my body. I can’t hold back the moans as I feel myself climbing towards the point of no return. Lance continues to own my body with his tongue and his fingers as I shatter into a million pieces. I try to lower my hands to hold him close to me, afraid that he’s going to slip away, but I am stopped by my bindings on the headboard.

“Lance,” I question as he moves up my body and places his lips to mine. I can taste my pleasure on him and its erotic. I suck on his tongue, trying to pour all of the emotions that are running through me into the kiss. I feel him shift and pull my legs up over his shoulders.

“I need this,” he cries and pushes the head of his cock inside of me. Instantly, I feel full as inch by glorious inch slides in. I feel his piercings rub against my inner walls and my body spasms. He keeps pushing until he is fully inside of me. Lance holds himself still, letting my body adjust to him, and I hold my breath.

“I’m sorry Baby. Are you okay,” he whispers, concern filling his beautiful eyes.

“I’m okay. Please, start moving,” I beg quietly. Slowly, Lance starts pulling himself out and then pushing back in. With each stroke, his piercings hit my g-spot. I can feel myself climbing to that peak again and he starts slamming into me, harder, faster. I can’t help the moans and screams of pleasure that rip their way out of my throat any longer as I feel him become larger inside of me.

“Come with me, Amy. Please Baby, I need you to come with me,” Lance growls deep in his throat as I come undone by his words. I feel his heat as he shoots inside of me and I feel his hands digging into my hips. The man is an animal, fighting to be released from a cage.

He gets off of me and goes into the bathroom. As he’s in there, I get up and start getting dressed; I don’t want that awkward after sex talk. As I’m putting on my shirt, he comes out of the bathroom.

“Where are you going?” I look at him confused. I thought this is what he wanted.

“I want you to get undressed and back in bed. I got up to go to the bathroom, that doesn’t mean I want us to sleep in different rooms. You’re mine now, and you are going to sleep with me, in my bed. Now, are you going to keep arguing with me or do I need to pick you up and put you back into bed myself, because you know I will.”

I roll my eyes at him and get back into bed. When he goes to sleep, I’ll get up and quietly get back into my own bed. He’ll never have to know because he always gets up after I do.

“Did you take your meds? You had a huge workout and I don’t want your arm to be sore in the morning.”

“Yes nurse, I took my meds like a big boy,” he says and winks at me. God, he’s such a smart ass, but I wouldn’t have him any other way. I curl up in the crook of his arm and lay my head on his chest. His heart is beating wildly in his chest. I turn my head to look up at him. He has his eyes closed with a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. I know he’s still awake, but I take a moment to admire his facial features.

He has chocolate brown hair that when he doesn’t put gel in it, falls slightly into his face. Even though his eyes are still closed, I know that he has melted chocolate colored eyes that match his hair. He’s got tattoos all up and down both arms, and a chest piece going from collar bone to collar bone, angel wings with Scarlett written in beautiful cursive in the middle. I know from what Hailee has told me that he got it shortly after Shawn’s first wife, also named Scarlett, was killed. He has no chest hair, so I rub my hands up and down his bare skin. He moans in delight, and when I look up, he’s sound asleep.

I lay my head back on his chest, deciding to give it a few more minutes to make sure he’s finally asleep before I get up and sneak out. I know he’s going to be mad, but at this point I know I need to do this. I’m already too attached to this man, and I can’t let it go any further. My heart has been shattered once, and I will never let that happen again.

I roll out of bed as slowly as possible as to not disturb him. I grab his t-shirt and throw it over my head. The bedroom door is open so as I make my way to it, I turn one more time and look at the man who, I know for a fact, if I’d let it happen, would own me body and soul. The last time I thought someone owned me that way I was left in the dust, and my heart has never been the same.

I make my final decision as I turn and head down the hallway to my bedroom. It’s better this way. I can’t help but think that I’m trying to convince myself of this and it’s not so true after all. I open my door, climb into bed, and for the first time in four years, I cry for what Jeremy did to me. I’m still broken from that horrific experience, and I know that happy endings and dreams are something you find in fairy tales and romance novels. I wasn’t meant to have that, and as I cry the last few tears, I fall asleep, clutching Lance’s shirt in my hands.

Lance

I haven’t slept that well since the “accident” which I still don’t remember. I turn to curl up next to Amy, but when I reach for her, I notice her side is empty and the sheets are cold to the touch.

Did she really go back to her room after everything last night? After everything I told her she left? What the hell am I going to do with that woman?

I’m in the middle of deciding how I’m going to confront her, because let’s face it I am going to confront her, when I hear what sounds like Amy moaning. It’s not the same moaning I heard from her lips last night; this sound is more of a guttural, in pain moaning. Before I figure out what is going on, I hear her scream out in agony and I jump out of bed, rushing to her bedroom. As I get to her door, I look down and realize that I didn’t throw any clothes on in my hurry to get here. I think about going back and at least throwing on a pair of boxers when I hear her yelling again, “No, please you can’t leave me! I can’t lose you both, I can’t. Please, tell me they’re not dead.”

I’ve never heard anything so sad in my life. I hurry into her room, and I can tell it is one hell of a nightmare by looking at her; the
sheets are tangled around her body and half of her pillows are thrown on the floor. I sit in an open space on the bed. “Amy, Baby, wake up, it’s a dream,” I try talking to her to wake her up but it’s not working, so I grab a hold of both shoulders and gently shake her to wake her up.

Her eyes fly open as she sits straight up in bed. She looks around for a few minutes, and when her eyes land on me, she does the one thing I don’t expect her to do, she throws her arms around my neck and I hold her while she sobs onto my chest. I’m not sure what to do, so I sit here rubbing her back while she cries.

When I feel like she’s about done, I pull away and look at her. Even with dried tears on her face and her hair a mess she’s still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

“Want to talk about it? I know I’m a guy and all, but I will listen if you need me to.” I hope she understands that she can tell me anything, that I’m always going to be here for her, whether as a friend or something more, although I really hope it’s as something more.