The Broken (16 page)

He rises from
the floor and kneels on the chair where her stomach lies against
the back cushion, her hands trying to hold herself up. He helps
her, bringing her arms up to rest on his shoulders, her body now
suspended in the air, her head inches from his. She keeps her face
tilted downwards, so I grab a fistful of her pretty blonde hair.
She whimpers, then groans as I tug her hair sharply, and fuck me,
it makes my dick twitch with need. I tip her head up so she’s face
to face with Jasper.

“No, Sammy. Not
with Jasper here,” she moans, totally turned on.

“You don’t want
Jasper in here, but I have to share you with Danny? You get no
foreplay, River. Punishment for you slapping me earlier.”

She groans, her
body is on fire. I can feel the heat from her pussy on my dick, and
I’m not even inside her yet. I kick her feet further apart using my
foot. Positioning my dick at her opening, I thrust forward, she
cries out in pleasure and so do I. She is so fucking tight and hot
inside her walls; her sweet, tight pussy coats my dick like a warm,
wet glove. She takes my breath away; I have to still my movements
to stop from blowing my load before I’ve started.

“Fuck,” Jasper
groans, his chest rising and falling. “She’s gorgeous.”

I pull myself
out of her slick warmth and then plunge back in.

“Oh God,
Sammy,” she moans.

“Swallow her
moans, Jasper!” I command, and he eagerly crushes his lips to hers,
his hands gripping the sides of her head. He devours her mouth as I
thrust hard inside her; punishingly penetrating her pussy with all
the aggression I feel towards her for making me love her still
after all these fucking years. My hand’s still tight in her hair,
tugging with every thrust forward, my free hand gripping her hip,
my fingers digging into her soft flesh, holding on for dear life.
The slapping sounds fill the air as I pound against her, turning me
on more with every slap that rings out in the room. She’s getting
wetter and wetter, her juices flowing all over my dick; I’m
delirious with need for her. I thrust harder and harder, in sync
with her muffled moans. I pull her head up and away from Jasper’s
mouth so it rests against my chest. I have to bend more at the
knees in this position, thrusting upwards. I lift one of her thighs
to rest over the back of the chair to give me better access and
tear at the front of her dress, yanking it down, snapping one of
the straps in the process. Her tits spill out on display; Jasper
hisses and River’s body trembles with need of release. She tries to
cover herself from Jasper’s appreciative eyes. Jasper leans
forward, gently tugging her hand away and takes one of her hard
nipples into his mouth as my hand slips around the front of her to
find her throbbing clit. I stroke her in firm, small circles as I
thrust forward, grinding my hips with precise movements to hit her
g-spot.

“Oh fuck yes,
yes…I’m coming!” she cries out. I lightly pinch her clit in my
fingers as she comes all over my dick; her walls tightening,
squeezing me while her pussy gushes her come all down my shaft,
wetting her thighs. I follow her over with a hard thrust forward,
pumping my orgasm into her needy warm heat. It feels like the room
is breathing with all of our laboured pants echoing around.

“Holy shit, her
fucking moans made me come like a high schooler,” Jasper pants,
looking down at his come-covered abs. I release her hair and slide
my dick from her throbbing core, causing her to whimper, her chest
still rising and falling as she tries to gather her senses. She
pulls her leg down from the chair and brushes down her dress. She
looks down and screeches, “Oh my God, Jasper!”

I look over her
shoulder to follow the gawks. There’s a nasty purple bite mark
above and below her nipple; teeth-marked bloody dents imprinted
into her soft supple flesh. I glare at him.

“Shit, sorry.
It was just so hot, and look at them they’re incredible. I got
carried away.” He gives a nervous shrug, and looks up to River
shyly. “Did it hurt?”

She’s still
inspecting his mark, then her head snaps up at the sound of his
tone. “No, it wasn’t your fault. Don’t feel bad.”

She rubs her
hip, lifting her dress, then she spins and glares at me, cocking
her hip out. A bruise is forming in the perfect shape of my hand
around her hip. We were a little too rough with her, and I feel a
flash of guilt. She looks panicked.

“Danny’s going
to kill me,” she stutters, her body shaking from top to toe. She
looks like someone has flipped a vibrate switch on her. Her eyes
cast over with a lost look, and she brushes past me trying to fix
her dress and bolts from the room.

“What was that,
Sammy? I never thought you’d share her.”

I never planned
to, or ever wanted to, but my anger ruled my head and I ran with
it. I feel sick and light headed.

“You okay, man?
You look grey.”

I wave a hand
at him, telling him to leave me alone without having to say the
words, and we’ve been like brothers so he knows I need some alone
time. I reach in my pocket for my phone and hit River’s name.

“Hello.”

Her timid voice
holds a hoarseness from tears

“Twink, hey
listen. I’m sorry.”

“Why, Sammy? I
guess I knew you’d changed, but I don’t think I can do things like
that. I know you, Jasper and Chelsea did that but-”

I cut her off.
“I never did that with them before, Twink. I was angry. I heard you
telling Danny you loved him, and after everything, it hurt. You’re
consuming me and I can’t seem to fight the way I feel about
you.”

“Why fight
it?”

“Because you’re
taken, River, and I have to watch him with what I want so
badly.”

I exhale,
defeated.

“I told you
there might be a way, and you didn’t give me a chance to explain.
You just got angry and tried to punish me with Chelsea slut-face
Banks.”

She sniffles
down the phone.

“Where are you?
Where’s Danny? The way you ran out saying he’s going to kill you
makes me feel like you’re worried about him finding out. That
doesn’t sound like someone who wants to leave him.”

“He had to go
pick up some things for Blaydon, and I didn’t mean it that way,
Sammy. I meant in the literal sense. He
will
kill me if he
sees these marks. How could you offer me up to Jasper like
that?”

“I’m so sorry,
Twink. I was caught up in the anger and I wasn’t thinking. I hate
that I let him see you like that. I let him have a piece of what’s
sacred to me. I’m a fucking mess, River, but I swear to God, I
won’t let Danny hurt you. Is that it, River? Is that why you’re
with him? Are you scared of him?”

Her breathing
echoes through the line.

“It’s so
complicated. It goes back to my dad’s shit. I have to go change
before Danny sees me.”

She ends the
call. I need to give her some closure, and hope she opens up to me.
I slip the card for Derek out of my wallet and send him a text
asking if we can meet up. I leave the room to find Blaydon with
that girl who was all over Danny glued to his side.

“Yo Blay, you
got a minute?”

The chick eyes
me up and down, making me feel dirty. She literally eye fucks me so
I feel the need to shower.

“Yeah, man, of
course.”

I lead him back
to the study. “You want something, stronger?” I ask, holding a
bottle of Jack.

He grins and
holds his cup out to me and I pour him double shots worth. “So, I
know this is a sore subject but I want some information about when
your dad left.”

His face pales.
“Why?”

I swig straight
from the bottle. “I think Riv needs closure. I know this
investigator guy who can look for your dad.”

Blaydon moves
quickly, and I find myself pinned against the wall. “Get your
fucking hands off me, Blay,” I warn.

He leans in.
“The last thing she needs is you trying to find him,” he
seethes.

“See, I don’t
think so.”

He shoves
against me, dropping his hold on me. I shrug my shirt back into
place and glare at him.

“Did you ever
wonder why I got beaten, Sammy?” he asks.

I flinch, the
memories of bruises and marks that Blay always had assault my mind.
“I know he was tough on you.”

He laughs
without humour. “Tough on me? Tough on your kid is making him earn
money to buy his own shit. It’s grounding them for stupid reasons.
It’s not punching them because they were standing in front of the
TV, or kicking them to wake them up in the morning. Tough on you is
not fractured ribs, and making you blackout from the beating they
give you for trying to protect your sister.”

My body goes on
high alert. “What do you mean protect your sister?” I ask, fearing
his answer.

He looks at me
with sad eyes. “She loved you. You know, she changed so much that
night. I watched as her light dimmed, I watched as her heart
cracked.”

I step closer.
“What are you talking about?”

“I love my
sister, Sammy. I would die for her. I would kill to keep her
safe.”

I look at him
and step closer, reaching out and gripping his shoulders.
“Blay?”

He shifts his
feet. “My dad loved River in an unhealthy way.”

My world tips
on its axis, my legs give out and I crumple to the floor.

“My mom
couldn’t stand it; the way my dad looked at River. The way he would
make her sit on his lap. He would tickle her and make her squirm.
He would hold her a little too long, a little too tight, his hands
roaming in un-fatherly places. I knew and so did our mother.
Instead of protecting River, she killed herself to escape watching
it. I took beating after beating keeping him away from her
room.”

I wanted to
cry. I wanted to crawl into a ball and weep for my River.

Blay looks down
at me and shakes his head. “I would kill anyone who tried to hurt
her, Sammy.”

He walks out of
the room, leaving me completely head-fucked. Blaydon killed his
father, that’s what he was saying, and Danny must know, and that’s
why River is afraid to leave him. Tears sting my eyes.

“What are you
doing on the floor?” Jasper asks, entering the room. I shake my
head signalling I need a minute.

“Okay, well
River is back out there, just so you know.”

I stand up and
rush past him. I get to the front room, and there she is in a blue
sundress; her green eyes light up when they find me. I feel the
ache gripping at my heart. Danny walks up to her, making her jump
in surprise. He laughs and wraps his arms around her waist. Her sad
smile imprints itself on my already battered heart. “Later,” she
mouths to me and I nod.

I turn to see
Blay watching me watch her. I smile at him and he returns it,
lifting his cup to his lips and downing the contents. He grabs his
girl and whispers in Danny and River’s ears before he leaves.

A couple of
hours pass in a blur of dancing and drinking. I go to take a leak
and get shoved into the bathroom. I spin, fist raised, but see
River standing there.

“Danny’s drunk.
I just took him home. He’s sleeping it off.”

I look around.
“Shoving me in the bathroom was a bit dramatic, Twink. If you
wanted me alone, you only had to ask.”

I laugh before
the conversation with Blay comes back to me, hitting me like a
hammer. I reach forward and grasp her, pinning her to me. I squeeze
her tiny frame. I stroke down her soft velvet hair. “I love you,” I
whisper and her gasp makes me smile. She pulls back and looks at
me, tears glossing her stunning eyes.

“Come up to my
room, Twink.” She nods. “I’ll go up first, okay?”

She sniffles
and lets out a nervous giggle. “Okay.”

H
e said he loves me. Not loved,
love.
He loves
me. I felt the spark burn bright in my soul at his admission. I’d
longed to hear that from him. I open the bathroom door and make my
way up to his room. I open the door and slide in, closing and
locking it behind me. He’s lying on his bed; it’s the same from
when we were kids. I smile at the nostalgia that cloaks this room.
He pats the bed, so I walk over and sit down next to him.

“I want us to
be together, Twink. I love you.”

I lean down and
kiss his lips. He pulls me down and covers my body with his. The
way he’s looking at me sends electricity racing through my body.
I’m on fire for him. He gently plants kisses down my face and
across my neck. He gathers my dress at the hem and coaxes me to
lift slightly so he can take it from my body, leaving my breasts
bare. My cotton panties are the only thing left on me.

“You’re
stunning, River. I love you.”

He nips at my
full breasts and I whimper in his hold.

“I can’t do
soft with you,” I moan.