Flawlessly Broken: (Broken Series Book 2) (14 page)

And it’s Talia for the win.

“I won’t be missing the opportunity to hear it today, sweetheart. Lay back. I want to make your fantasies come true.” I practically growled it at her and, when she didn’t instantly comply, I tackled her to the mattress, ripped off those damned pink panties, and buried my face in her pussy, pushing her legs as far apart as I could so I could get in deep.

She was so startled, she cried out when I pinned her. Soon, she was crying out again and I was treated to a delightful rendition of ‘oh, Spencer... yes, Spencer... that’s so good.’ The panted mantra went on for what felt like ages, music to my ears.

I used my lips, my tongue, my fingers, and—much to Talia’s delight—my beard. I couldn’t get enough of the taste of her, sweet and warm. I devoured her with a fervor I’d never before felt. She must have come half a dozen times and still, I kept at it.

And since she wanted to know what it felt like for me to eat her in the shower that was happening too.

Never threaten me with a good time.

By the time it was over, she’d be shuddering in that shower and begging me to stop while simultaneously pressing herself harder against my mouth.

But first...

I lifted my head and met her eyes, her breasts heaved and her brow glistened with sweat. I couldn’t help the cocky grin on my face. “Should I continue here, or did you intend to have me fuck you in that fantasy of yours?” Her legs trembled under my palms, still splayed wide. Just like her eyes. Apparently, she wasn’t used to such blunt conversation. From the way she bit her lip and wiggled her ass against the comforter, she must have liked it. “Are you going to answer me, Talia, or am I to assume we are finished here? I can go now, if you’ve lost interest.” I loved the fleeting look of panic on her face.

She wanted me right where I was.

“I... I mean, you...” she stammered. “The fantasy didn’t get that far. Remember?”

I blew a breath across her dripping pussy, delighting in the way she squirmed. “Yes, but now I’m wondering if that was the first time you fantasized about me.” I leveled my gaze at her and could read the truth in her eyes. “Was it?”

She dropped her eyes and I pinched her thigh, not hard, but enough to get her to look at me. I raised a brow and waited.

“No,” she admitted, her face flushing scarlet.

I’d known as soon as I asked, but hearing her say it, fuck. My hips thrust of their own accord, pressing my erection into the mattress but finding no relief. I leaned down and ran my tongue the length of her, taking my time but making only one pass before meeting her eye again. “And what did I do in these fantasies? Other than pleasuring you with my tongue, of course. Did I fuck your mouth? Your pussy?” I trailed a finger over her clit, then down to barely breech her opening before delving lower. “Your ass?”

She jumped when I neared the area but didn’t shy away, her eyes full of challenge. “Yes.”

My dick jumped against the comforter, pulsing in delight. “Yes to what?”

“All of it,” she moaned.

“Hmm... I like that. Tell me, have you fantasized about me when you were with another man? Did you pretend he was me?”

“No.”

Oh well, can’t win them all.

“But only because I haven’t slept with anyone since I met you. I haven’t been with anyone in a really long time, actually.”

“How long is a long time?” I was doing the math in my head. I’d met her nearly a year ago...

“A few years.”

Shit. No pressure or anything. Then again...

“Me either, sweetheart. Not since before my divorce,” I admitted.

She looked at me in utter shock, probably the same way I was looking at her. She reached for me and I slid up her body, wishing like hell I’d undressed earlier so I could feel her skin against mine.

She cupped my jaw and kissed me softly. “Well, for what it’s worth, you don’t seem to have forgotten a thing. My legs are still shaking.” Her smile was so open and trusting, unguarded.

I knew it was a great honor to be the focus of it. “I’m just getting started.” I returned my attention to her mouth for a while before sitting up to remove my shirt.

She sat up with me and gave me a questioning look. “Can I?” Her gaze lingered on my torso before dipping lower.

I dropped my hands. “Yes, ma’am. Be my guest.”

She took her time undressing me, lifting my t-shirt slowly and trailing kisses over my skin as she revealed it inch by inch. When the shirt was finally off, she dropped it to the floor by the bed and reached for the button on my jeans.

I covered her hand with mine, stopping her. “I’m flattered that you’ve chosen me after all this time, but I can’t help wondering why.”

She averted her gaze until I reached out to pinch her thigh. She snapped her attention back to me before I could follow through. Her voice was barely a whisper. “Because you’re sweet. And safe. And gorgeous.” She blinked rapidly for a moment. “And because I’m tired of being scared of everything. I thought maybe I wouldn’t be scared with you.”

“And now that it’s happening, were you right? Do you feel safe with me, with this?”

The feisty glimmer was back in her eye. “Absolutely. Otherwise you’d never get away with bossing me around.”

“I’m not being bossy, sweetheart. I’m giving you what you need. If I tell you to do something, you’re only to do it if you’re okay with it. Never do anything you’re not into. Not for me. Not for anyone. Understand?”

She nodded.

“Good, now continue.”

She reached out and tugged open the button on my pants, sliding the zipper carefully down and letting her knuckles glide along my rigid cock through my exposed boxer briefs. There was a soft sigh from her as I moved off the bed to kick off my shoes and step out of them.

Before I could rejoin her on the bed she came over to sit on the edge, watching me for permission as she removed the boxers, dramatically bending as she slipped them down my legs. Her mouth was mere inches from my cock.

She met my eye and licked her lips suggestively but made no move to touch me. Tease.

I swept a lock of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. “Something you want, sweetheart?”

The corners of her mouth turned up but she said nothing.

“Would you like me to fuck your mouth? Do you want me to press my cock through your lips and keep going until I’m all the way down your throat, precious?”

“God, yes.” Her voice was low and hungry.

“And what if I say no? What if I’m more interested in pounding into your hot pussy? Would you be disappointed?”

“No. You can fuck my mouth after,” she announced with a defiant look.

“So, you’re saying you want to suck me no matter what?”

“Yes.”

I reached down and took myself in hand, pressing the head against her full lips. “Let’s see how you like me fucking your mouth before
and
after I take that tight pussy.”

One long lick later, I couldn’t have made any more demands of her if my life depended on it.

Watching the sun play over her blonde hair, as her head bobbed up and down my cock, I wasn’t even sure of my own name.

Dear God, I never wanted this to end.

WE LAY BENEATH
the covers some time later, each of us catching our breath and mentally replaying what had just occurred.

I was on my back, she was curled up beside me with one hand lazily circling through my chest hair. After a while, she broke the silence. “You were right. It’s nice not being treated like glass.”

“You sore?” I hadn’t held anything back, not even a little.

She giggled softly, her breath tickling my side. “Yes. I love it.” She sat up on her elbow, giving me a mock glare that didn’t hide her amusement. “And how is it that the guy who hasn’t had sex in over two years just so happened to have a condom in his wallet? Unexpired, no less.”

I tweaked her nipple playfully, making her squeal. “Brant. It was part of his ‘get a fucking life’ speech the other day. He tossed it onto my desk on the way out that afternoon, and I put it in my wallet before I left so the cleaning crew wouldn’t find it there. Guess it was a good thing I did, huh?”

She covered her breasts with her folded arms and snuggled in beside me. “It sure was. I haven’t had any need for those things since... forever. I mean, I’ve taken the pill since I was a teenager but that’s not really much help,” she chuckled. “Be sure to thank Brant next time you see him.”

“Yeah, I guess I owe him a beer.” I glanced down at the willowy body huddled in beside me and amended. “All things considered, maybe I should drag him to Haven and get him drunk on that pricey-ass brandy he favors. A beer just isn’t enough to cover it.”

She kissed my chest and laughed. “I agree.”

I wanted to assure her that I would keep a supply handy for next time, which was totally unnecessary since this was a spur of the moment thing that wasn’t destined to be repeated.

Right?

Talia nuzzled her head into my chest, sighing sleepily. I lifted my hand to her hip, skimming her flesh with my fingertips, content to lay there in silence and too tired to entertain the thought of moving. It had been quite a workout.

Workouts are supposed to be repeated often for best results, aren’t they?

The battle raged on in my mind between what I knew I should do and what I desperately wanted. After a while, I gave in and let sleep overtake me, anything to quell the warring in my head.

My last thought was that this round had ended in a draw.

I AWAKENED TO
the sound of Talia’s voice, soft and distant as she spoke to someone on the phone. She’d slipped out of the room, pulling the door almost shut, probably to allow me to rest undisturbed.

I stretched my arms up over my head and let out a yawn. I hadn’t slept in the middle of the day in... shit... had I ever? I tossed aside the thin sheet covering me and set about dressing. I couldn’t quite hear what Talia was saying but I was sure she was speaking to Ali. They’d planned to talk after lunch and a glance at the clock told me that was long past due.

My stomach growled in agreement as I pulled my shirt over my head and exited the room.

I had nearly made it to the kitchen, only a few paces away from the archway that opened into the living room, when Talia’s words stopped me.

“No, Ali, I’m not interested in Spencer. I told you, he checked on me like you asked and left. He was doing you a favor and being the Boy Scout I always knew him to be. No big deal. And I shouldn’t have to remind you how I feel about dating. I don’t want it. Don’t need it. And I’m not changing my mind. Not for him or anyone else. I prefer being on my own.” She blew out a breath, her footfalls indicating that she was pacing by the window. “Now, when are you coming back for a weekend? I need a girls’ night out.”

I stood there for a second, trying to decide whether I was relieved or insulted.

I’d just given her the ride of her life and she was talking like I was barely a blip on her radar. I didn’t expect her to run off and brag about our afternoon together, but somehow I expected more than this. I was kind of pissed, now that I thought about it. I’d thought it was some great compliment that she’d wanted me after so many years of celibacy. Now I was thinking I was just a means to an end.

I should have been thankful that she didn’t want more, given that I had a similar position on dating, but the part of me waging war against my better judgment was still screaming that I’d fallen ass-backward into something with promise.

Fucking optimistic streak. I’d hoped it had died out with my affection for Ivey. Now it was back and wreaking havoc. Hope is a dangerous fucking thing and I didn’t want any part of it.

We’d fucked. It was amazing but it was over. Time to put the memory in my spank bank and get the hell out of Dodge.

I strolled out into the living room, not caring if I was interrupting. Talia spun to look at me, placing a finger to her lips to shush any comment I might have made.

Lucky for her, I had nothing much to say.

I grabbed my jacket off the coat rack and pulled it on.

Then I turned and flashed her the Boy Scout salute and walked the fuck out.