Shattered Hart (7 page)

I’m afraid of how desolate he looks. 
What happened between us was
amazing
, but he
doesn’t
look
as though
he agrees.

I’m shaky from
my orgasm
,
and my heart is beating liking a drum.  Standing against the car, I stare at him in silence.  My hands itch to reach out for him, but
the look on
his face tells
me
that
he’s
hanging by a thread.

Leaning forward
,
Damien lays his forehead against mine for a moment before pulling back.
  “I’m so sorry Brooke.  That
wasn’t
right.  Christ, I almost took
you
up against the car like an animal in full view of my brother’s house.  He could have looked out at any time.
”

Shaking my head, I smack his chest with my hand
.  “
Stop that
Damien.  I was right there with
you
.  Until
you
pulled back, I would have let you take me in front of a crowd of people. 
I wanted this.  I
want
this. 
So
don’t
blame yourself.  I was doing it too.”

Pushing
away
from the car, Damien stares at me in horror.  “
Jesus
Brooke,
you
deserve
a hell
of a lot more than being fucked up against a car like an animal
. 
I
shouldn’t
have touched
you
, and I’m sorry I did.  I hope this
doesn’t
affect
our
friendship, but you need to forget tonight ever happened.  I’m going to.”

Ouch.  That
hurt
s
.  It would be impossible for me to forget what just happened, but apparently
it’s
going to be no problem for him.

Swallowing my pride
,
I nod curtly at him as I address my comments somewhere over his shoulder.
  “If that’s how you feel, than you’re right, t
his was a mistake. 
It’s
late
,
and
I’ve got to go. 
Don’t
worry, we’
ll be
fine
.  I’ll see
you
later this week. Goodnight.”

Before he can say any
more,
I get in to my car and
start the engine
.
 
Seconds
later
I’m pulling out of the driveway. 

Normally
I’m a
very
cautious driver, but I
peel
out and gun it toward the freeway.  Once I’m on the freeway, I hit the gas
harder
and floor it.  I just
don’t
care right now.  If I get a ticket, I get a ticket. 

My cell rings and I hit answer on the dash.  “Hello?”

I startle when Damien’s voice booms through the speakers.  “Goddammit Brooke.  Slow the fuck down, now!”

I give my dashboard the finger and shake my head.  “Damien, just because I peeled out of the driveway
doesn’t
mean I’m driving like Mario Andretti.  I’m
OK
, so stop worrying.  Bye.”

I end the call and push harder on the gas pedal.  Slow down? 
Fuck him.
 

The phone rings again and I answer.  “
What
?”

Damien’s voice is frantic now.  “I’m not kidding Brooke.  Slow that fucking car down. 
Do
you
need your sister to lose you to a car accident?
 
Hasn’t
she lost enough?”

Just like that the wind
is knocked
out of me
,
and
I
ease
my foot off the gas.  My brain kicks in to gear and
I realize that Damien must be nearby to know how fast I was going.  I check to my right and then in my rearview but
don’t
see him.  When I look to my left
,
I see that
he
’
s
right next to me.

“Seriously Damien,
you
don’t
have to follow me.  I’ve slowed down. 
You
can go on home now.”

I can almost hear his blood pressure soaring.  “Damn
you
Brooke. 
Don’t
be like this. 
Don’t
shut me out
sweetheart.  Please
.  I just want to make sure
you’re
okay.”

I blow out a frustrated sigh.  “I’m
fine
Damien.  I’ll drive carefully, and I’ll see
you
on Thursday.  Thanks for talking sense in to me.  I’ll talk to
you
later.”

I terminate the phone call and spend the rest of the car ride
in silence. 
Pulling in to the driveway
,
I park and then get out, shaking my head as I
watch
Damien dr
ive
off
.
 

My sister must already be in bed because the house is silent.  Making my way to my room I close the door, take off my clothes and throw myself on the bed. 

Holy hell, what was that?  I know my way around an orgasm, but that was out of this world. 
Damien made
me cum ha
rder with his fingers than I ever have
before.  What would it feel like to cum under his tongue, or with his cock buried inside of me?

If I thought I
was
hot for
him prior to
him kissing me and making me cum,
I’m eve
n more so
now.
  My body never felt
that super-charged before
, and I shiver remembering the sensation of his
powerful
fingers sliding over my clit again and again. 

Before I even know that I’m going to do it, my hands
frantically
descend to take off my panties. 
Lifting my hips from the bed I sl
ide them off.
I silently moan as I feel how soaked they a
re.
Sitting up
,
I take off my bra too, and then throw them both toward my hamper.
 

Rubbing
my breasts and pinch
ing
my nipples,
I shift restlessly
as the
sensations assail me
.  I keep seeing Damien’s face as his fingers explored me, his expression enthralled and erotic. 
I give a little gasp as I slide my hand down my belly and glide it in to my still drenched pussy.  I’m on fire tonight. 

Arching my back again, I pant and moan as I rub little figure eights over my clit.  Sliding my finger in to my dripping cleft, I wet it with my arousal and then bring it to my lips.  I love the taste of myself on my tongue, but tonight I imagine that I taste a little of Damien too.  God I wish he had sunk his cock in to me.

Breathless now I pick up the pace, sliding one finger a little in and then quickly out as my other hand works my clit in
a
quick movement
. 
Tilting my hips
,
I rub my g-spot and then pinch my clit, silently crying out Damien’s name as my body erupts in orgasm.

It’s
not enough, and I
don
’t
stop.  I writhe under my fingers in agony and ecstasy as I continue
on, bringing
myself through two
more orgasms. They barely, and I mean barely, take the edge off.  My thighs and fingers
are co
ated
with my arousal, the sheets below me are damp with it
,
and
my body
is covered
in sweat.  Even with
four
orgasms under my belt from tonight, I still want more.  I want to know the feeling of
being filled
with Damien.
No, that’s understating it.  I don’t want to know, I have to.

Flopping over on to my stomach, I run my fingers back in to my sex and start to rub again
in little circles again
. 
I gasp and pant as I fuck my fingers with abandon, screaming
his name
in to my pillow as I cum again. 

Turning over, I lie on my back
and stare at the ceiling
as I catch my breath
.  At least a small portion
of Damien
must want me too.  Now I need to figure out a way to get him to admit it.

I’m out of my fucking mind with lust for Brooke. 
She
’
s so
damn
far under my skin that
it
’
s
unbelievable.  After a lifetime of being able to keep my heart in cold storage where the fair sex
is concerned,
I
was taken
down
by Bro
oke without her even having to put in any effort
. 

It
’
s
clear what about Brooke is so different from everyone else. 
She
’s
beautiful, kind, caring, considerate, smart, funny
,
and
most of all
,
she
’
s
real.  There is no artifice in Brooke.   

What’s
not
clear is why I
can
’
t
stop wanting her. 
I’ve never spared a second thought for any girl or woman that I’ve ever met, but there is no sense in me about Brooke
. 
The pull
toward her is visceral
,
and it gets stronger every single day.

The look we exchanged at the dinn
er table tonight was scorching
.  I
do
n’
t
think there is anything I
would
n’t
do to be inside of Brooke.  Even thinking about it gets me so fucking hard I could blow without ever touching myself.
 

I’m ope
rating at a deficit tonight
,
and
I blame the look we exchanged
. 
Dammit, now I’m positive
she’
s
attract
ed to me too.  I
don’t
think that is a
good
thing
. 
It’s
going to be even
tougher
to resist her.

The movie passes in a blur
,
without me ever
absorb
ing
even
one second of it.
 
It’s
past time for me to get home and get a handle on myself.
Literally.
I need to jerk the fuck out of my cock so that I can get myself under control.

Everyone but Dante heads out in to the driveway as we all say
our
goodbyes. 
One by one everyone leaves, until only Brooke and I are left.
  We always are
,
because I like spending these few minutes alone with her
.

“So your big moving day is in two weeks.  Are you excited about moving in with your new roommates?”

Her head gives a little shake
as she worries her lip with her teeth
.  “Not really.  In fact, if I hadn’t already paid the rent for the entire semester, I’d bail.  It seemed like a good idea at the time, but now I think I jumped too soon.”

“Shit Brooke.  If it’s a question of the money, fuck it.  I’ll write you a check for whatever you paid
right now,
and that can be that.”

Jabbing me in the chest, she smiles.  “Damien you nut.  That’s not what I meant at all
, and you should know that
.  It’s not about the money, it’s about the commitment.  I committed to this when I paid for the semester, and now I have to see it through.”