Beyond Repair (Broken Girl Book 1) (7 page)

I watch, transfixed, as he wraps his hand around the hard length of his cock and begins to stroke it.
Oh sweet mother of God
. There is nothing, not one single thing, sexier than watching a man working himself whilst he all but drools over you. He stills after a few more strokes and takes my hand, leading me to the small lounge area of the room. He removes my panties,
with his fucking teeth may I add
, and then pushes me to sit on the edge of the coffee table, spreading my legs wide before kissing me hard on the mouth. I respond straight away, massaging my tongue against his as the deep, carnal need burns between us. An eruption of carnal lust burns through my veins, sending waves of pleasure-seeking passion straight to my pussy. The need for release consumes me, but Jake pulls away, dropping his glorious naked self on the sofa opposite me.
What the holy fuck is he doing?
I groan in frustration and attempt to close my legs, but he stops me.

"No baby, I want to see all of you," he purrs. "Touch yourself for me."

I offer him a seductive grin, suddenly very happy to be left to my own devices. Getting myself off is a skill I perfected long, long ago. I fucking own self-made orgasms. Own. Them. I trail my fingers slowly from my neck and down my collarbone.

"Like this, baby?"

His hand fists his cock again, gripping it hard as he nods slowly in reply. I move my hand again, brushing my knuckles over my pebbled nipples, forcing my legs even wider.

"Lower," he growls.

I lick my lips as I notice the small drops of pre cum beginning to drip from him. God, that's hot. When my fingers reach their final destination, I let out a quiet moan as I rub my index finger over the small ball of nerves at my core. I make circles around it, my pussy practically dripping with arousal. This is going to be quick, real fucking quick.

"That's it baby, cum for me. Make yourself cum hard whilst watching me jerk my cock."

At his filthy words, I slip two fingers inside, a hearty moan of pleasure escaping me when I hit that oh… oh… oh... spot.

"I need you," I cry, as I continue to fuck myself into a frenzy with my fingers, desperate for relief. The stress of coming home, of seeing people I long to forget doesn’t exist here. It’s dissolve under the weight of my lust and hunger. I move my fingers faster, harder, desperate to dispel it completely. Chasing the peace I know comes from that perfect fifteen seconds of orgasm bliss.

"Show me how much you need my dick baby, and then you can have it."

I press my thumb against my clit at his words, the pressure causing my orgasm to rip right through my senses.

Jake doesn't give me time to come down from my high, he's on me like a flash, pulling me up from the table and slamming my back against the wall. His hands lift my ass cheeks, and I wrap my shaky legs around him. He wastes no time in thrusting himself inside me, his hands moving to pin my own above my head.

"You feel fucking perfect," he groans.

My reply is a moan, all coherent thoughts lost to the feeling of him filling me, owning my body, and fucking me into oblivion.

I need this
.

Is that? No... It can't be. I pull my truck over to the curb and jump out to get a better look. It is! I flick my glance to the digital clock on my dashboard through the window. 02:38am. Jesus Christ, Lydia. What the hell is she doing here at this time? My body begs me to get back in the truck and head home to bed, but my head is telling me to stay. I watch as she staggers along the street, her heeled shoes hanging loosely from the fingers of one hand, a bottle of vodka in the other. My eyes drift over her, my dick reacting to the sight of her hot little body wrapped tightly in a dark dress. She might be crazy, but she's still extremely attractive. Her clumsy feet trip over something, and she giggles loudly as she lands on the ground. She holds the bottle up high.

"It's safe!" She shouts to the empty street.

Crap. She's bombed. Should I call Kate? No. Why should she have to get up in the middle of the night to drag her friend home again? Besides, we're still not exactly friends right now. Saying that, Lydia and me aren't two peas in a happy little pod either. Against my better judgement, I walk over. It's not like I can leave her like that, anything could happen to her, and then I'd never get my cousin to forgive me. She glances up as I approach, a wide smile spreading across her face. She really does have the most amazing smile, white and flawless, even when she’s trashed. Her eyes are slightly dimmed in her a drunken haze, but the unnatural shade of blue is still managing to shine through. They almost glow in the dark. Lydia has intoxicating eyes, so round and bright. I've gotten a little lost in them more times than I’m willing to admit. I take note of the purple hair she's sporting now, falling in waves around her.

"Callum Reeves," she breathes, which would be sexy if she didn't follow it up with a hiccup.

"Hey, Little Bit," I raise my eyebrow. "Doing okay?"

She snorts a laugh.

"Oh yeah, I'm awesome," Another hiccup. "Are you here to witness my graceful walk of shame? Or do ya just fancy a chat?"

She laughs, or cackles is probably more appropriate, then lies back completely.

Walk of shame
. Has she been with someone tonight? Why does that make me mad? I don't care. Or at least I shouldn't. Damn it. I look her over, lying there with a peculiar smile on her face as she stares up at the stars. If she's just been with someone, why is she walking the streets in the middle of the night? Surely she could’ve stayed over. Or maybe there's a reason she can't stay over. Still, the guy could have at least walked her drunk ass home.

"No, I was just on my way home and saw you out here. I thought I'd check and see if you need a ride?"

Her eyes widen a fraction before she erupts with laughter. Apparently I'm a comedian. Isn't that just great?

"Oh," she says, taking deep breaths. "That's a good one, Reeves."

She rolls onto her knees and attempts to stand up, "But I've really got to get going."

I lean back against the lamppost beside me, and shamelessly take in the curve of her ass as she presents it in a failed effort to upright herself. I never said I was a gentleman.

"I have to get home, you know, before I lose it and give the fuckers here something else to gossip about," she giggles again, causing herself to almost meet the floor with her face. "Oh shit."

When I can't take the show anymore I move over and take her by the hips, lifting her into a standing position. She turns and grips the arm that's still resting around her waist, her mouth opened slightly as she stares. Heat warms from where our skin is connected, our eyes locking onto each other’s.
She's crazy
, I tell myself over and over again, forcing myself to ignore the attraction. It’s hard though, really hard when I see the same heated passion looking back at me.

"You..." she drifts, her head shaking as she blink rapidly. "You touched me."

What the hell? Her grip on my arms tightens. Its then I notice how cold she is. Her smooth skin is like ice, a direct contrast to how hot I'm feeling right now.

"I helped you up, Lyds, before you hurt your damn self."

I don't know why, but I reach my arm to her face and brush back a stray strand of her bright purple hair. I force my voice to soften, "You're freezing, Little Bit. Come on, I can drive you home."

"Why do you care?"

She releases me and moves away. I reach out and take her by the arm, forcing my grip to be gentle. She freezes, visibly tensing before me. Okay, so she's not big on the touching. I let her go, and hold my hands up to show her I'm not going to do it again.

"Lyds, please let me drive you home," I keep my voice soft. "It's really late and it's not safe for you to be out here alone."

Her head shakes.

"You're wrong," she whispers. "I'm safer when I'm alone. Isn't that what he says? Leave her be, stay away from her, don't get involved."

Her head whips from side to side, "Gotta go, Reeves."

She rushes away from me, practically running down the street. Argh hell. I take off after her, catching up quickly, and stopping in front of her. She halts abruptly and stares at me again, the unshed tears making her eyes glisten. Her grip on the vodka bottle tightens, her knuckles practically white as she shivers before me. I shrug out of my jacket and drape it over her shoulders, then take her hand gently. I'm almost certain she's about to have one her little
'episodes'
which in my limited experience means she'll either freak out and start screaming, or she'll turn mute and unresponsive. I'm not exactly equipped for either.

"I'm just gonna drop you off, that's all," I say, then begin to lead her over to my truck.

She lets out a small sigh, then thankfully comes quietly, keeping her small hand in mine. I try not to think about the way it molds perfectly with my own, or the way she sits right beside me on the front bench of the truck when we climb in. I watch out the corner of my eye as she pulls my jacket tighter around herself, still clinging onto the vodka. Does she have an alcohol problem, too? I make the short drive to her apartment building and park up beside the Lex I know is hers.

"I never wanted it," she suddenly says from beside me.

I turn to face her, showing my confusion.

"The car, the money, I never wanted it," she releases a long breath. "I still don't."

"Then why buy it?" I ask, before my brain has chance to register that I'm being a nosy ass and that it is none of my business.

A humorless laugh escapes her.

"Because it's what people expect me to do," she says, a sad smile gracing her. "I don't like to disappoint."

She shrugs my jacket off of her shoulders and climbs out the truck. I follow her, wanting to make sure she gets up the stairs okay. She's not exactly strong on her feet right now. I expect her to complain about me walking up with her, but she doesn't. Instead she surprises me further by opening her apartment door wide and inviting me in. She makes coffee for us both, finally putting down the vodka, and we sit together on the couch. It's surreal, but I don't say a word.

"You wanna watch a movie?" She clicks the TV on with the remote. "Or is it past your bedtime?"

I should say no. I should just leave. I'm tired, and I should be at home in bed by now. That's what I told the guys I was doing when I left Jacks' place earlier, after spending the night playing video games. But I don't want to leave her. Despite the fact that she's crazy, I'm actually comfortable. Really comfortable. I glance over, as she sits with her eyes trained forward. She's still shivering, and her hand is tapping on her shaking knee. She looks nervous, and I wonder briefly if she's taken her medication. Would she scream at me if I asked? Probably. Maybe I can try and get her to calm down a different way.

"I don't have a bedtime, Little Bit," I say. "What about you?"

Her eyes flash wide, a reluctant smile crossing her features. She tosses the remote in my direction and stands, turning to face away from me.

"Could you unzip me?"

Oh mother of God
. I swallow hard and nod, even though she can't see me. She pulls her hair up and out of the way, revealing the long zipper running down her back. I stand to join her, her back so close it’s almost pressing against my chest. I reach for the zipper, and begin to tug it down, my eyes finding the tattoo there. The little birds I'd seen a few weeks earlier are just the beginning. With every inch lower I get, more of the artwork is revealed. The birds continue down her back, curling around a large Bonsai tree which starts at the base of her spine. Small fairies sit on branches, on birds, brightly colored and littering her skin. My eyes latch on to the words printed in bold black.
Judicare populum intelligere minora sunt
. With a mind of their own, my fingers reach out and brush along the phrase.

"Judicare populum intelligere minora sunt," Lydia sighs, with perfect execution. She turns to face me, holding her now unzipped dress over herself. "Latin."

"What does it mean?"

She smiles, and it's not her usual smirk. It's a genuine smile, almost sweet even.

"People judge what they are too small to understand," her head tilts to the side a little as regards me for a few more seconds. "Pick a movie, I'm gonna change."