Shattered by Love (14 page)

“You said—”

“I know what I said, but it will take a lot more than you fucking me to fix it, so let’s do this baby. Do you want it rough and hard? Or sweet and slow?” Before she responds I can see what she wants. Her mouth opens, but I plunge two fingers into her soaked core before words come out. A strangled moan escapes her lips and her head drops. I need to ensure she knows exactly who she belongs to. “Look at me.”

Her eyes snap open and her gaze locks on mine as I drive my fingers into her roughly. Her body tightens around me, accepting her punishment. I fucking love this woman. “Flash.” She’s close, her moans and breathing are so erratic as her body convulses and trembles.

“You love it when I make you cry don’t you.” As she reaches the edge, I stop.

“What the fuck, Jayce? You, what, you just—”

“I own this body and your orgasms, remember that.” She drops her gaze, with a smirk curling her sweet plump lips. When she drops to her knees, I know I am in for it and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Tugging on the towel, she pulls it free, and it pools at my feet. Big blue eyes stare up at me and with my cock pointing at her she grips my erection, stroking it slowly. Her tongue flicks out, wetting her lips. I watch her flick her tongue over the drop of arousal on the crown of my dick.

A low rumble in my chest spurs her on, and her lips wrap around it, sucking it into her warm inviting mouth. With a slow, torturous movement, she sinks my shaft deeper.

“Fuck.” I hiss out the word, trying to calm my heartbeat I inhale a deep breath. When my cock hits the back of her throat, she hums, sending vibrations down my shaft. This woman can take me like no other. She will bring me to my knees. “Jesus, Ivy.”

She moans again, swallowing me into her throat. All nine hard inches in her hot wet mouth. My knees buckle and I reach out, holding onto the door with one hand, fisting her hair with the other I hold her still. The soft gagging sound sends me into a lust fueled state as I fuck her pretty face. There’s nothing else that matters right now, but to own her cheeky mouth.

My hips move of their own volition, there are tears in her eyes as she takes every inch of my dick. And I feed it to her. Possessing her. Her hands grip my thighs and she digs her nails in. My balls tighten painfully with an orgasm threatening to kill me. She hums again, and that’s my undoing. “Take my fucking cum, baby. Drink every drop.” I growl and she does. Every single drop.

J
ayce lifts
me up and my knees are wobbly. I am so turned on from the way he fucked my mouth, it satiated my craving for him to claim me.

He possesses me, owns me, if I ever had any doubt of him walking away again, he’s diminished those fears. There is a fire burning in his eyes that sends heated tingles down my spine and goose bumps rise on my skin.

He leans in and his warm breath on my neck has my core pulsing. An ache that only he can satisfy. “Do you want me to ruin your pretty dress? To wreck that beautiful body?”

I snap my gaze to his. “You’ve ruined me for any other man a long time ago, Flash.” My honesty earns me a sexy, wicked smirk.

“Good. Because you’re mine.” His hands come down and grasp the cheeks of my ass, squeezing hard and I push back into his firm grip. I want him. Need him.

“Forever.” I mean it. I have been and will always be his.

“Then prove it.”

Narrowing my eyes at him, I question. “How?”

“I want you and Ben. Let’s make this work, Firefly?” His tone is earnest and I grin. That’s what I wanted to ask him. For a chance, for forgiveness, and for love.

“I love you, Jayce Alexander. My life will never be complete without you. I realize there is a lot we have to figure out, but I can’t promise you anything if you walk away again. Our son needs a constant in his life.”

“Ivy, I am not my father, you have my word.”

“You promise me you won’t leave me? Or Ben?” My words cut us both, I see the pain in his eyes. We’re so fucking broken because of lies and deceit. He nods.

“I do. I long for a family, Ivy, to have you both with me forever, till I breathe my last breath.” He tugs me against him, our bodies molding together like one person, so close, I don’t know where I begin or he ends. “I’m dying to bend you over right now.” He growls. It’s a low animalistic sound.

“Well then you better do what you want, Flash. We have time before dinner.” The challenge in my stare has him smirking.

“Naughty, little Firefly. Do you need a spanking too?” I nod without hesitation.

“Bend over the bed, hold onto the sheet and do not let go.” I slip off my shoes and pad over to the large king size bed, and without removing any clothes, I obey his command. My nerves still alive from Jayce’s fingers earlier. “Spread your legs.”

I shift my feet apart. Waiting. It’s quiet for a few moments, and I tremble, the anticipation is unbearable. The heat of him warms me and I push my ass back. “Is someone aching?” Scorching breath fans on my overheated skin which has me quivering.

“Please, Flash, I need you. I always do.” His fingertips trail down my legs with slow strokes from the back of my knees up to my inner thighs and leave a trail of fire in their wake.

Suddenly his tongue licks a hot, wet path up my left inner thigh, stopping just short of my soaked panties. He repeats the action on the right, every time halting before he reaches the spot where I ache for him. The sensitive flesh that needs to be tasted, fingered, and fucked.

“I can smell that sweet honey, is it all for me, little Firefly?” The rasp in his voice has my knees trembling. His thumbs hook in the waistband of my panties and they disappear instantly.

“Jayce, fuck me now, please?” My hoarse whisper is filled with desire and he growls in response. A harsh swat has me yelping. Then a second, and third. My skin tingles where he spanked me yet it doesn’t lessen the hunger.

“As you wish darling.” With a sudden brutal thrust, he is inside me, so deep I feel him nudge my womb. “You’re never.” He slips out, slamming into me again. “Ever.” Another breath stealing drive. “Leaving me.” A third painful pleasurable thrust into me and I am flying over the edge. “Again.” My orgasm shatters through me as my walls pulse and squeeze his steel shaft. He pulls out, then ploughs deep into me, growling as his cum coats me.

Marking me. Claiming me. Owning me.

Like he did so many years ago. The pleasure that wracks my body and mind is insurmountable.

My body comes down from the high and I am too aware of my rumpled dress and wobbly knees as he slips out of me. A whimper escapes my lips, and he encircles me in his arms. “Are you okay?” I straighten and my dress falls to my thighs. Our bodies are flush and the heat from him calms me.

“I am now.” I turn in his hold and lock my hands around his neck. Our eyes meet and I find the emotion I was looking for since we laid eyes on each other this morning. The one thing that I needed to confirm that we can make it through. Love. He was my forever, and there is nothing that will change that.

With a soft kiss, he steps back, pulling out a pair of briefs from his suitcase. His body is incredible, the muscles, that tight ass, and his beautiful cock still have my body reacting in a deliciously naughty way.

“Are you enjoying the view?” I lift my gaze and find him smirking. A blush heats my cheeks at being caught ogling him.

“Yes, it’s the best fucking view I ever had.” He turns to me, gripping my hips and his lips crash down on mine hungrily. My tongue darts out and slides over his, eliciting a rumble in his throat. When I finally pull away, I can’t stop smiling. “Time for dinner?” I whisper, and he nods and goes to get dressed while I lounge on his bed.

“I told Luke.” I glance up to see the happiness on his face. Pride for his son, which fills my heart with love.

“What did he say?” I stare at him, knowing that Lucien’s opinion is important.

“He’s happy for me, advised me to decide if I we can work things out.” He turns and pulls on his black button up shirt and I watch him in the mirror.

His fingers move deftly over the buttons and I picture ripping his shirt open and slowly licking my way up his chiseled torso. He leaves me insatiable. Even when I was younger, it was a constant ache to be with him, to feel him kiss and touch me.

“And…?” His silence unnerves me. Our gazes lock in the reflection and he gives me a cheeky wink.

“And?” That mouth quirks into a grin and a small dimple appears in his cheek.

“Have you decided? You said we have to try, but we live in different cities, Jayce. One of us would have to pick up our lives. I mean,” he stalks over to me, pulling me to my feet, “you have your job, and I—”

His mouth crashes down on mine, silencing my fears, worries, and words. Big strong hands cup my face and hold me still. His tongue snakes along the seam of my lips and I grant him access. As it dances with mine, I moan into the kiss.

Just one taste, a tease, and he pulls away, leaving me breathless and reeling. “I want you. Whatever I have to do, I will do. Now let’s go see your folks.” I can’t stop the wince and the way my body tenses at the thought of seeing them.

As we step out of the room, we find Bryce and Ben on the balcony. “Mom, Uncle Bryce said that we’re going to have food, I am hungry.” I nod and Jayce’s chuckle behind me calms me somewhat. “Dad, I have to show you my cape, it’s so cool. I will be just like Batman.”

“That sounds exciting, we can fight crime together, I may have to talk your mom into letting me get one too. Come here, squirt.” Our son runs into his father’s arms and my heart soars. I feel as if life is finally falling into place. Jayce looks at Bryce. “Thank you for looking out for them.”

The men shake hands and the tension that was radiating from Jay dissipates. We head downstairs to the restaurant, its quiet with only a few tables occupied.

“Table for four?” I nod at the hostess as she leads us to a booth in the corner. Once we are seated, Jayce orders a beer, a wine for me, and Ben gets his usual orange soda. I swear the boy drinks liters of the stuff.

“Bryce, I wanted to thank you.” I frown at him.
What is he doing?
“For being there for them, when I wasn’t.” There’s a nod of understanding that passes between them as I glance back and forth between the two. I love them both in very different ways.

“I will always be there for her, she’s like my sister.”

“That’s all I needed to hear.” I roll my eyes at the caveman display of claiming ownership as if I am livestock to be bought and sold.

“You do realize I am right here.” I mumble and they both chuckle as my man leans in for a kiss.

“Gross!” We all laugh as Ben scrunches his nose at us kissing.

“Nice to see the scum still trying to take my families money.” The familiar seething voice rattles me and my body tenses painfully. We turn to find my father standing at our table with his dark eyes landing on me and Jayce, and our entwined hands. But it’s only when he takes in the little version of me and the man I love that the air around us chills and it feels as if we’re naked in the Arctic.

“Ivy Devereaux, care to explain?” He pins me with a fierce stare.

“She has nothing to explain. We were enjoying dinner, so if you don’t mind, we wouldn’t like to cause a scene.” Jayce’s tone is a cold as my father’s eyes. He holds me against him, even tighter and instinctively, I reach for Ben.

My family. My life. My heart.

“I suggest you come with me and explain what is going on here.” Anger drips from his voice and I’m about to push out of my seat when Jayce’s hand holds me back. He rises and comes face to face with Richard Devereaux. He is a formidable man, but when Jay towers over him I see my Dad shrink, and for the first time in my life I feel as if I have finally won.

“Like I said, my family and I are having dinner, so if you would be so kind as to move along. You can try to throw your weight around another time, but I am done with you and your demands. I am not the boy you tried to bully all those years ago.” The tension in the room is thick as if it’s an entity joining us for dinner. It probably has its own fucking zip code.

My body is alert and I can’t imagine what’s going through my father’s mind right now. He’s turning beet red, and I know he will explode in the worst way. His angry stare lands on me, but when he looks at Ben I swear he softens, but not for long.

“This is far from over. Scum should stay where they belong, in the filthy fucking gutters.” He murmurs under his breath and turns to walk away. A shiver of dread runs down my spine. My father is well versed in threats, but it’s when he actions them, that’s when he’s most feared.

Question is…
would he ever try to hurt me?