Broken #4 (The Broken Series - Book #4) (3 page)

“Because I didn't know if
something bad was going to happen. I have trust issues, obviously. So from now
on, don't assume that you know what I need or want. I want to make my own
choices. If you leave me alone again, I'm not going to be very happy with you.
I hope you can understand that.”

She nodded, although she still
looked a little sad. It was obvious she hadn’t expected this reaction, and
maybe even thought I was being unreasonable.

“I was just trying to be a good
friend and help you along with Jet. You guys have been stuck in a perpetual
circle for months now. I just feel like you should either give it a shot or let
him go. I think you are killing yourself by ending up in his bed all the time,
and then running away from him. Don't you see that?”

“I admit that I have been a bit
of a mess lately, but do you blame me?”

She laughed.
“Of
course not.
Tom put you through the wringer. But that's why I don't want
you to focus on Tom―to worry about him or stress. He's not worth it,
Natalie. Ignore him and move on with someone else. Either Jet or someone else.”

“I'm going to be okay.”

She smiled at me kindly. “I know
Natalie. I'm sorry if I hurt you or made you feel like I left you behind. I
just knew that if I stayed at the bar you wouldn't have gone home with Jet. You
would have come home with me.”

“Why did you want me to go home
with Jet? I've already slept with him a few times and it didn't exactly go
well.”

“So are you going to continue to
torture me, or are you going to tell me what happened that night?”

I laughed. “I'm sorry; I just
needed to get all that off my chest.”

“So ... did you guys sleep
together again?”

“Yes. It was fantastic. Probably
because we stayed sober this time.”

“That's great. I knew Jet would
keep you from drinking. How did he do it?”

I blushed deeply. “He kissed me.”

Her mouth hung open before she
started laughing. “Well, I guess that would do it. Good for him, or actually,
good for you. Is he a good kisser?” she asked with a wink.

I giggled. “Julie, you have no
idea. When he kisses me, my head spins. It's intoxicating.”

“Wow, lucky girl.”

“Yes, I agree.”

“So, you guys slept together
again, so now what?”

“Well to be honest, he asked me
to be his girlfriend.”

“You're kidding me! Oh Julie, I
like him! So what was your answer?”

I smiled. “I said yes, of
course.”

“Well, hallelujah, it's about
time, girl. You truly have one of the hottest boyfriends on campus.”

“Yes, I believe you told me that
the first time I met him at the bar.”

She laughed loudly. “Yes, and you
were so mean to him that day.”

“I'm pretty sure he deserved it.”

She shrugged.
“Maybe.”

“I think everything is going to
be okay.”

She nodded. “I do too. Just give
Jet a solid chance―no bolting, and stay away from Tom. Don't even answer
his phone calls.”

“I won't. Now what about you?
Were you dating one of Jet's teammates? What happened there?”

“Oh, well, saying we were dating
is putting it well above what it is. We are talking right now, and that is all.
I like him, he's cute. But who knows?”

“Good, I'm glad. You're far
better at taking things slow than I am.”

“Maybe.
But I think you have something real with
Jet―something genuine, so in the end, that's all that matters.”

I smiled, believing Julie, and
hoping that what she said was actually true.

Chapter Four

Jet

I knocked on Natalie's door,
hardly able to wait for her to open it. Due to our schedules, we hadn't been
able to see each other for a few days, and it had almost killed me. I played it
cool with her, of course, when we talked on the phone or sent text messages to
each other, but it bothered me that I couldn't be with her, or near her. When
she finally called to ask if I could come and finish the next drawing, I
couldn't get over there fast enough.

When she swung open the door she
was wearing tight jeans that showed off her ass, and an off-the- shoulder
sweater that looked so soft I wanted to melt into it.

“You look great.”

“Oh, Jet, I just threw these
things on. But thank you.”

I walked up to her and kissed her
softly. She didn't pull away; instead, she sort of melted into the kiss, and I
felt a stir. I would have to try to control myself, at least until the drawing
was completed. My tongue slipped into her mouth, and she accepted it. That kiss
started softly, but quickly turned into a make out session right at her door.

“Hi Jet, it's nice to see you
again.” I was startled by a sound behind Natalie and we separated. Embarrassed,
I realized that Julie had been sitting at the kitchen table the whole time.
Natalie giggled as she turned around and headed to the kitchen. By the looks of
things, the two of them had been sharing a bottle of wine. Natalie took another
glass from the cupboard and poured me a glass. I headed her way, watching her
ass the entire time.

“Sorry about that, Julie. Usually
we are alone during Natalie's project.”

“Oh, rest assured, you will be.
I'm heading out. I get shy when boys start taking off their clothes.”

Natalie laughed. “Yeah, right,”
she said.

I sat down at the table and
Natalie slid a folder over in my direction.

“I forgot to show you these the
last time you were here,” she said. She sat down beside me and waited as I
opened the folder. It was filled with black and white images from the one and
only fight that she attended. They were incredible―crisp images that stopped
time. I relived the fight through those images as I went through them, one
after another.

“Wow, Natalie, these are
astounding, I've never seen my fights captured like this before. Usually some
stock photographer is there, but it's like you can see how we felt. You can
even see the stress in Coach's face. I love these. You really are talented.”

“Yup, that's my girl,” Julie said
as she got up from the table.

I continued flipping through the
images until I came to the last one. I stared at it in awe; it was my spinning
back fist that had won me that fight. She had stopped the action at just the
right time, when my fist had made contact with my opponent’s face. It was one
of those legendary photos that you usually only see with celebrities.

“Oh my God, this is an amazing
photo. There are just no words for it. What a night that was, and you captured
my win perfectly. How did you catch it at just the right moment?”

She laughed. “Well, you have to
be ready for anything. When you're watching a live event, you never know what's
going to happen, and really, anything can happen. So you can't be too relaxed
when taking pictures. You have to be at the ready, and you have to be fast, so
that when that moment happens you don't hesitate, not even for a second, and that's
how you capture moments like that. Luck really has a lot to do with it.”

“I don't know if luck has much to
do with it, Natalie. I mean yeah, it could be a lucky shot, but how many of
your classmates got the same shot, or even close?”

She smiled as she looked at me.
“None.”

I chuckled. “Well, there you
go,
it’s not luck; you have a gift.”

She leaned into me for a kiss,
and I tasted her sweet lips again. Everything about her was soft and smooth,
and I wanted to touch her all over again.

“Okay, well that's my cue to
leave.” Julie laughed as she grabbed her purse off the counter and headed out
the door. “You two love birds make sure you get some work done tonight.”
Natalie laughed and I waved Julie off.

“So, beautiful, dare I ask what
the drawing is going to be this time?”

“Just you and your boxer briefs,
I'm afraid. Everything else goes.”

The way she was looking at me got
me excited, and I knew she was going to get a little more than she bargained
for when I took off my pants.

“You can have these photos, by
the way. I have copies in my portfolio, but you should have some as well.”

“Really?
Thanks, that's great. Coach is going to love them.”

“Good, I'm glad. Now get your but
over there and let’s do this.”

I laughed as I grabbed my wine
and headed into the other room. She already had her easel set up and was ready
for the drawing. I pulled off my shirt and unbuttoned my jeans. I slid them
down and removed my socks as well. Her eyes went right to my cock, which was
pushing tight against my shorts. The moment was too erotic for me; I couldn’t
help being rock hard. All I wanted at that moment was to be inside Natalie, and
I was being forced to undress in front of her. I had the urge to bend her over
the easel and release the tension that was building inside my body.

She
blushed
a deep red, and tried to meet my gaze. I noticed she had a hard time doing it.
I thought it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. She tried to focus on
placing her paper where it needed to go, and getting her pencils ready.

She began the drawing, and I
watched her as she focused on the task before her. Her eyes fell on my cock far
more often than I believed was necessary in order to complete the drawing. It
was interesting to watch her zone completely out as she turned lines into the
human form. We took a break once she had the initial outline done, and I went
to have a look. She was sitting down at the easel and I looked over her
shoulder.

“Are you going to draw me hard?”

She gasped as I said it, and she
whispered, “I'm going to draw what I see, Jet.”

I started kissing the back of her
neck and she moaned as my hands found their way to her breasts and I squeezed
them. Her nipples were hard and I squeezed them between my fingers. She groaned
and it made my cock push harder against my shorts. She got up from the easel
and turned to me. We embraced immediately, and my mouth was on hers instantly.
We kissed passionately as my fingers fumbled with her jeans. I needed her now,
not later, and I was going to have her. She didn't try to stop me when I pulled
her jeans down, allowing her to step out of them. I touched her pussy through
her panties and won another moan. She was wet right through her panties, and it
just about drove me nuts. I pulled her shirt over her head and took off her
bra. My mouth found her nipple and I sucked on it hard. Her head went back, and
I knew that if I didn't have her now I would lose my mind. I slid down my
boxers and turned her around bending her right over the easel. He bum was high
in the air, and that image was burned into my head forever from that moment on.

“Oh, Jet,” she moaned.

I plunged inside her as she cried
out. I pumped her pussy, loving how moist and hot she was. She continued to cry
out in pleasure and I closed my eyes every time my cock slid deep into her. Oh
yes, this was good.
Probably my favorite time ever.
This girl was just making every one of my fantasies come true. I continued
pumping inside her faster until I could feel her squeezing me from inside. I
knew she was about to orgasm.

“Are you going to cum, baby?”

She couldn't even respond. The
pleasure just burst through her body as she cried out, her body shuddering
beneath me. I filled her up with me right after, and almost collapsed on top of
her from my own orgasm. God, she felt incredible.

I bent over her still inside and
I kissed her back over, and over again. “I needed that, sweetheart. I missed
you.”

“I missed you, too, Jet.”

I pulled out from her and we both
went to the bathroom to clean up before we resumed the project. My cock was
still tight within my boxers and I felt I could go round two if we didn't have
the drawing to finish.

Her face was flushed as she
resumed her drawing, but there was a smile there that I doubted she could wipe
off even if she wanted to. She was so sexy it almost killed me to stay in place
while she finished.

I wondered what she thought of
when she drew, because it was quite obvious that when she began to draw she was
no longer in the room with me. Her eyes sort of glazed over and she drifted off
into another world. Did she think of me when she was drawing? Especially since
I was her subject of choice that particular day, or did she think of someone
else entirely? Did her ex ever pop in her mind as she drew lines that resembled
the male form?

I would like to think that one
day I could wipe his image from her mind completely, so that she would never
have a need to think of him again. That was my hope, because considering what
little I knew about him, I would never want her to miss a guy like that, but
instead be with someone that made her grateful that she was no longer with him.