Break Me (Taken Series Book 2) (15 page)

              "I love the new look. It fits you." I whisper. I give him a small smile to help ease some of his strain.

              "Hmm. I guess I'll have to keep it then." He still doesn't smile so I decide to help him forget his pain the only way I know how. The only way that I think will help even just a little bit.

              Forrest's hands slowly glide over my back up and down while his eyes never leave mine. I grind against his length letting him know what I want and slowly the pain in his eyes turns to desire. Desire for me. I was afraid that he wouldn't want me even though he has been attentive but now I know he does. I grind against him again and a quiet moan escapes my lips before I can suppress it. His hands stop their ministrations and grab tightly to my hips. Before I can second-guess if this is really something we should be doing, I lift myself before sliding down his rigid cock.

              The memory of my time spent with Jeremy instantly vanishes from the pure pleasure Forrest gives me. We moan in unison as I slide, fully encasing his hard cock to the hilt. God how I missed this, missed him. One night was never enough. I lost him before we ever really started but not again. I will never lose him again. This right here, right now, him deep inside of me, touching me in the deepest parts of my body and soul, is home.

I don't move right away, wanting to just stay in this blissful moment in time of our coming together after being apart for far too long but my body begs me to move, to find my release and his. I stare deep into Forrest's eyes as he does mine while I slowly start to move in circles, before grinding, lifting up, and sliding torturously and slowly back down and repeating this over and over. The build is slow but not any less powerful. We moan quietly, our grips never wavering from each other and our gazes locked during the entire process. We want to see as we both come apart. Every emotion, feeling, and pleasure plays out before us. Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, our bodies crash over in a tidal wave of white-hot pleasure causing us to both cry out. Not once, even as our orgasms overtook us did we break our connection. It was perfect in every way and already, even as my body is exhausted, my pussy clenches greedily for more as I grind down again.

Forrest's light chuckle surprises me and I can't help but smile at the beautiful sound. "You gotta give me a few minutes before I can go again, baby girl." God, how I missed his voice and hearing the words 'baby girl' fall from his lips.

"Let's get you dried off and in some clean clothes." Lifting me effortlessly off him, he pulls the plug and steps out with me grabbing a soft, light blue towel from the rack and wrapping it tightly around me before grabbing one for himself.

When we step out and walk to my room across the way, I know the house is still empty besides us. Forrest closes the door behind me and locks it before leading me to the bed and having me lie down. "Fuck I missed you baby girl. You have no idea just how much. I was so fucking scared I had lost you. I just need to hold you." He pulls me close with his head in my hair while his breath skitters across my neck causing goose flesh to rise. I feel safe in his arms.

I know how he feels. After thinking for so long that he was dead, seeing him now, in the flesh I can finally let go. And so I do. Even though we are both still wet, we drop the towels to the floor and slide under my covers holding each other skin to skin, not ever waning to let go.

I cry for the loss of Damon, for the time I lost with my family and Forrest, and for everything they went through while I was captive. But most of all, I cry for Forrest because he nearly lost everything because of me. He nearly lost his life. From this day forward, I will never be that weak girl who couldn't protect herself. I need to be strong for me but mostly I need to be strong for Forrest.

"I thought you were dead. I nearly died that day when I saw you on the floor after having been shot. But you're here. You're in my arms again, alive and strong."

"Sierra, I will always come back to you. Always. Nothing can stop me. Not even death." I tremble at his words.

I don't know how long we lay there before he starts to kiss my neck. At first, they are light pecks. Slowly the pecks turn to nips while his tongue sooths quickly after. All along my neck and jaw, Forrest continues his kisses while his hands slowly explore my skin. His touch warms me causing my arousal to burn with need. I squeeze my thighs together to alleviate the ache that's started but no amount of pressure will work. I need Forrest touching me where I ache with his hands, his mouth. Fuck. I need his cock inside of me. That is the only thing that will quiet the need within me.

Sliding my hands down, I squeeze his ass and pull him close while I throw one leg around his waist. His cock rests hot and hard between us but I need more. I firmly grip him in my hand and slide my hand over the head feeling the first signs of arousal as the bead of pre-cum coats my palm. I continue to fist him tightly moving slowly up and down his cock causing his cock to jerk in my hand and his hips to rock back and forth wanting more.

Rolling me onto my back, Forrest hovers over me but my hand never wavers from its hold. With his arm beside my head keeping his weight off me, he uses the other to remove my hand from his length before replacing it with his. He rubs the head between my slick folds coating him with my arousal. Teasing me, I am about to tell him to fuck me before finally, he does. Positioning his cock at my entrance, he slams into me hard and fast and groans deeply into my ear.

We made love before but this, this is fucking at its finest. Every thrust of his hip causes me to slide further up my bed before finally he grips my hip to keep me in place. He is fighting to erase the pain as I had tried earlier.

Thrust. Grind. Thrust. Grind.

He is giving me pleasure. Pain. And a deep sense of completeness with each thrust. My orgasm explodes fast and hard not giving me the chance to warn Forrest I was going to cum. I screamed in pleasure louder than I ever thought possible as my vision spotted and my toes curl inward. It was the most exquisite feeling in the world as my pussy clenched around his pulsing hard length ripping his orgasm from him only moments later and milking every drop of his seed. His roar of pleasure bordered on pain it seems as he emptied himself deep into my womb.

I have never thought I would have this again. This pure heaven with him in my arms. I want him to wash away every touch, every word, and every moment that happened while I was in Jeremy's clutches. I thought that if I ever got out alive, I wouldn't be able to stand the touch of a man, but with Forrest, I feel safe. Knowing he is the one touching me, holding me, and loving me makes me feel almost whole.

In time, I know I will never forget, but I will eventually move on and Forrest is the reason for that. He will help me through it one day at a time. But first, I have to tell him everything.

Every scar and the meaning for it.

Every painful memory that will eventually be just that. A memory.

And the pregnancy. Both of them. He needs to know.

Chapter 11

Jeremy

"Fuck." My frustration and anger are at an all time high. Never have I been this fucking pissed. Not even when that little fucking asshole took Sierra from me the first time had I ever felt the fury rippling through my body and pouring off me in waves.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. God dammit. Fuck." The man who helped me escape is the one and only, Omar.

When I was making my escape I didn't think I would get far seeing as the only way out was the front gate and I couldn't go far when I was bleeding out and without a car.

Omar had decided to collect early, that dumb fuck. I guess waiting until the next morning was just too long of a wait for him. After seeing the commotion at the front gates he drove around and saw me attempting to run from the spot those little shits got in from. Calling me over since I hadn't seen him right away, I hurried into his car, and we drove off. The one man who I actually disliked because of his disposition was the one man who helped me when I needed it. I plan to make him a part of my business when this is all said and done.

"Well, well, well. For once you are in a very precarious position." Or maybe I'll just shoot the annoying fucker. The smile gracing his lips is really starting fucking pissing me off more if that were even possible.

"Fuck off Omar."

"Now is that any way to talk to the man that helped you escape from being caught and arrested? You could be in a jail cell becoming someone's bitch right about now. You're pretty enough for it. Or that boy could have killed you. Instead, you are safe in my house and yet you talk to me with disrespect. Why, I have a mind to call the police and let them know exactly where you are at this moment." Glaring at him, he laughs.

"Then again, maybe not. I do like you very much. You have the best of presents to give and merchandise to sell. I couldn't let that go to waste. But don't think I won't kill you if you overstep your bounds. As of right now you need me, Jeremy."

"What do you want?" I sigh and plop down onto the sofa chair sitting in the middle of the foyer of Omar's home.

"I just want the girl you promised me."

"So simple a request, but I don't have her." I should have killed her when I had the chance. Instead, I let my feelings get in the way and cloud my judgment. I kept her for too long. Even if I hadn't killed her, I should have gotten rid of her. Then I wouldn't be in this predicament.

"Yes. I know. I saw her leave in the ambulance. But I want her back."

"Yeah, well first I need to kill that fucker before you can have the stupid bitch. I need to make a plan. I am going to torture that little prick until he begs me to kill him. But I want her to watch."

"Oh I love torture games. Why don't I torture her in front of him? I love to play and this will be most enjoyable for me, too." I lean my head back and smile thinking how that would be the greatest torture for him. He has defied even death to get her back. Watching Omar do unimaginable things to her in front of him, making her scream in agony would be worse torture for him then what I would do.

"Yes. That sounds perfect. Let's make a plan." Omar smiles but it's not the kind of smile that brings joy, it's a smile that promises sinister things to come. Oh, how I can't wait to exact my revenge.

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Forrest

I haven't left Sierra's side the entire week. I needed her close. Her smell, her touch, and her general comfort were like a drug to me that I couldn't quit. I know I should probably have stayed away because I hadn't been able to keep her safe the last two times but instead I am here, holding her close as we mourn Damon.

I had only meant to wash Sierra and I of the blood that stuck to our skin and clothes but somehow she made me forget about what the right thing to do was. Instead, we made passionate love before I fucked all my frustrations out like a fucking beast then fucked several more times before finally falling into a satisfying slumber. I couldn't get enough of her. I needed her like I needed air. I'm a selfish bastard. I'm no good for her but after just one taste of her I know I will never be able to let her go.

Seeing all the scars and a few faded bruises marring her body, it took all my will power not to run out of there and scour the fucking city for that piece of shit. I didn't want to scare her so I reined it in as best as I could. It wasn't the time for her to calm my fury. She needed me to be strong and comfort her while we both mourned the death of my best friend, her brother.

I haven't pushed her for answers and I hadn't offered an apology of my own. She doesn't want to hear it, and I honestly don't think I am ever going to be ready to hear her story.

It's a warm day. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and the sky is blue. Inside though, I feel as if the rain should be pouring down in buckets around us. Damon's funeral is beautiful and tragic. His death was unexpected even knowing it was a possibility. You don't think you will actually lose someone you care for but it happened. My best friend's lifeless body lays in a black ornate coffin ready to be lowered six feet into the ground. A flag rests atop it with a bouquet of white roses.

It's hard to wrap my head around the turn in events. I don't want to believe it to be true but it is. Every single person here weeps openly for the loss of a dear friend and brother. He had many friends, colleagues, and family that came to pay their respects to this amazing person.

He was not just my best friend, but also my brother. There are only a few who I love and respect and now I lost him. Lois, Sierra and her parents are the only others who I love and respect and I will do everything in my power to protect them. Even if it means my imminent death. I will find that fucking bastard and kill him. I already made myself a promise the moment I lost Damon. There will be no more hesitation. As much as I would like to torture the bastard, I want him dead even more. I won't hesitate next time. He just signed his death warrant.