Page 68 of Beautifully Broken
Every Last Thorn
Chapter 1
Ava Rose
“Just when I think our dates can’t get any better, you go and top the last. You’re so thoughtful, and that lunch is one I’ll never forget.” Disbelief flows through my voice, even after having the drive home from Golden Gate Park to process it.
“You have me trying to outdo myself every time with those adorable doe eyes and dimples on full display.” Braiden’s hand laces with mine, leaning me back against the front door of my house.
“Outdoing yourself is one way to put it.” The lunch spread of my favorite childhood foods took thought and time. My mother left out no details when he secretly asked, and Braiden perfected everything, down to the Nutella and strawberry sandwiches in the shape of stars.
“It’s important to nurture our inner child. You might be twenty, but that little girl is still inside you.”
He doesn’t know those food choices happened from age nine and onward. I was adopted by the ER nurse who saved me from the traumatic hellhole of my foster home, and her billionaire hotel heir husband has been the father I always wanted.
Brushing a strand of hair behind my ear, he adds, “Little Ava Rose made you who you are today.”
I love younearly falls from my lips, and though we’ve known each other from swim for years, being in the same friend circle, we’ve only been dating for three months.
It’s too soon.
“I’m so grateful to have you in my life.” My arms lift and comfortably rest around his shoulders. Lifting onto my toes, my mouth presses to his.
“I’m grateful for you too,” he says against my lips before pulling back to look at me. “You did well with the crowd at swim this morning, but I know it was crazy.” Of course I’d go to support him. He’s got one Olympic gold to his name and is training hard for a second. “I thought the picnic date would be less stimulating for you.”
“I’ll overstimulate myself to support you any time.” And it’s true. He might be the social one, but I’ll deal with any crowd for his events.
He grins and gives me a light tap on the ass. “I should get going so you can read one of your romance books and relax.”
“Who needs a book when I’ve got my very own top-tier boyfriend?” Not wanting him to leave, my lips meet his again, and the way he kisses me back this time has flutters traveling from my stomach all the way down to my toes. Like always, the air disappears as I’m sucked into his spell.
When a sigh escapes me, he kisses down my neck, and I inhale him. A hint of chlorine forever lingers in his pores, no matter how strong his body wash is, and it’s the hint of familiarity I focus on to keep myself from spiraling. My knees go weak, melting into him as he makes his way back to my lips to take my breath away all over again. Reaching behind me, I fumble with the handle to open the front door, wanting to get us inside. Braiden picks me up, my sundress bunching higher as my legs wrap around him.
“My room,” I whisper against his lips, but he leans my back into the wall as his dick rubs the tingling spot between my legs. Moving with him, my body begs for a release I keep denying him to give me. “Braiden,” I nearly beg.
Our kiss slows before he pulls back with his green eyes staring into mine. My feet hit the ground with my sinking heart until he smirks.
“You sure?” he asks as my hands run over his shoulders, down his thick abs, and wrap around his dick with a gentle squeeze. “Fuck, Ava.” His hips flex as his head drops to look between us.
“I know what I want.” I swallow. “Let me thank you for today.”
“You said thank you.” His tone waivers, and I know what he’s getting at. Givinghimpleasure has never been the issue.
“Mmhmm.” My hands unbutton his shorts right there in the entryway, and I’m about to drop to my knees when he fists my hair with a mischievous grin. Instead, he spins me around. My heart races as a thrill pumps through myveins. Tilting my neck, he moans in appreciation for better access and places soft kisses from my ear to my shoulder.
I want this to happen so badly.
“I bet your pussy is soaked,” Braiden whispers before nipping my ear. The warmth of the sun comes through the large window as I stare out at the ocean cliff overlooking San Francisco.
“Desperate too.” And she is. I’m twenty years old and want nothing more than to get lost in the moment of our shared pleasure. Braiden brushes his fingers down my arm before his hand covers mine. He laces our fingers together, holding our hands positioned over my lower stomach as his dick presses against my back. “Touch me, Braiden.”
Letting go of his hand, I lift my dress over my head, turning around to face him. He’s seen me in countless bikinis, and we’ve gone this far before, but every time, Braiden looks at me with the same hunger. The dark gaze beginning at my eyes, then trailing down to my breasts, and the subtle lick of his lips as he pauses at my hips. His hand squeezes his dick as his eyes travel back up my body, Adam’s apple bobbing as they reconnect with mine. I never tire of his reactions to me, and I plan to take us as far as I can today after our incredible date. Picking me up, he carries me to my room, gently laying me on the bed. And like he can’t get enough, his lips find their rightful place on mine.
This feels good.
I know he can make feel good.
I love makinghimfeel good.
