Page 44 of Shattered

Palming my dick, I gave it a few hard tugs before rolling the rubber down my shaft. I couldn’t wait to take her bare, but I couldn’t think about it then, otherwise I’d blow before I got inside her.

Settling between her hips with her legs bent and out to the side, I coated myself in her wetness before sliding home in one smooth thrust.

Damn, she was tight.

She gasped at the intrusion.

“Am I hurting you?” I grunted.

“God, no. Please move.”

Pulling out to the tip, I started a slow rhythm, increasing the speed when her hips rose to meet each snap of mine. Our movements were flawless, perfectly in sync, as if our bodies had been doing this particular dance forever.

“Your pussy is squeezing me so hard. I’m not gonna last long.”

I groaned and she moaned as I tossed one of her legs over my shoulder, changing the angle and depth of my drives. My measured thrusts became more urgent, frantic, as we hurdled closer to the edge. Snaking a hand between us, I rolled her clit with my thumb. With the added stimulation, her walls rippled around me and her eyes rolled back in her head as she got lost in her orgasm.

Once, twice, I slammed into her pussy. On the third stroke, I pushed deep and roared through my release.

Jade

Loved.

I felt well and truly loved. Not because Koen spent themajority of each night inside me—which he did—but because of the way he cared for me the times in between. Since our first time, almost two weeks ago, he worshipped my body thoroughly and completely every chance he got, and I did the same to him.

We had a level of intimacy between us which went beyond sex. He’d quickly become my reason for breathing; the one person I was comfortable enough with to divulge the darker moments of my past.

Lying in the dark in bed, his front to my back, exhausted from love-making, we shared stories from our childhood. His centered around his brother and sister and the trouble they got into together, while mine focused on Jett.

He was tracing invisible circles along my rib cage, under my right breast, when I knew he’d felt it; the obvious lump his fingers were rubbing back and forth across.

“What’s this?”

“Broken rib. It never healed right.”

He stiffened at first, then my heart sank when he rolled away. The click of the lamp was the only warning I got before the room was bathed in light. His muttered “fuck” clued me in to the fact he wasn’t rejecting me, he was struggling.

Turning to my side, I watched while he sat on the side of my bed, head bent, his fingers fisted in his hair. I must have made a distressed noise because the next thing I knew, he was back at my side, leaning on his elbow, resting his head in one hand while the other stroked the apple of my cheek.

With a gentleness that didn’t match his thunderous expression, he said, “Show me, Angel.”

The external scars were minimal and faded, but he kissed every one when I told him how they’d come to be. The broken rib my mother caused when she kicked me with steel-toed boots. The jagged mark on my left hip where the flesh had been ripped apart by a rusty nail I slid across after Dad shoved me down a flight of stairs. Seven silvery scars in total; each one marking another horrific act of abuse.

“They didn’t touch Jett, not physically anyway. I made sure of it.”

“I want to kill them,” he growled.

“Stand in line.”

We’d fallen into a comfortable rhythm, the three of us, ever since Koen moved in. When more and more of his belongings showed up, I told him it was ridiculous to be paying for a place he was never in. He agreed and broke his lease two days later.

Henley and I had also grown closer; so close she was more like a sister than a friend. She shared more about her life growing up and I did the same.

We still hadn’t heard from Lanie, other than one random text message saying, “You bitches had better not forget about me.” Even with Koen’s and Keaton’s assurances that she was safe, we were worried sick about our friend.

Life was good.

Even Jett had stopped acting strangely. Whatever had been bothering him seemed to have faded into the background since his birthday. He engaged more in conversation, especially with Koen, and he was spending even more time with Nelson after school. My brother was thriving, which was all I ever wanted for him.

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