Broken (26 page)

Chapter 53

Scotty

I was riding the subway home, and my feet hadn’t touched the ground since Nick and I kissed in the alleyway. I felt like I was dreaming it all. I was so afraid that somebody was going to shake me awake and tell me that, like Cinderella, I was back to my mundane life when the clock struck midnight. Just as if nothing had happened.

It was strange, so strange, how it all shook out. From Robin’s bizarre desire to make me over from head to toe, to Shane’s attempted rape, to Nick showing up to save me from Shane. I never thought that an attack could lead to such a wonderful conclusion, but that’s just what happened.

In my mind, I was thanking Shane. Without him, I doubted that I could have come to the conclusion about Nick - that he was the one that I was searching for my entire life - as quickly as I did. In Nick’s gallantry in defending me, I was able to see him more clearly than I ever had before.

After the party, I went back to Robin’s to return the shoes and jewels. She had actually left the party about an hour or so before I got to her place, and there was a note on her door telling me not to disturb her, but to leave everything out in the hallway. I hated to do that, because she lent me expensive shoes and jewels, and somebody might steal them, but I obliged her note. But, as I was walking away from her place, I heard loud banging and groaning, so I knew why she wasn’t to be disturbed. She had hooked up with somebody, but I wasn’t clear on whom, as she was shamelessly flirting with a multitude of men all night long.

I smiled to myself as I walked from her apartment to the subway station.

Then I floated, absolutely floated, to my apartment from the subway station. I was hoping that Jack was home, because I was dying, positively dying, to tell him my news about Nick. About how I was finally ready to trust Nick not to hurt me. About how Nick not only defended me against Shane, but also against Portia and her minions. About how I finally was ready to accept that Nick maybe, just maybe, might be the one.

But Jack wasn’t home. I felt sad, but I texted him to see where he was.

He texted back with a message that he had been called into work, and he would be home around 4:30 or so. I actually wanted to stay awake so that I could tell him my news the second he got in.

So, I made myself a cup of coffee and got into my jammies and tried to find something on TV to watch. I was too wired to read a book, and way too wired to study or sleep. Watching television was the only thing that I could think of doing to pass the time until Jack got home. We didn’t have the money for cable TV, of course, so it was slim pickings trying to find something, but I finally settled on a rerun of
The Andy Griffith Show.
That was the kind of light humor that I was in the mood for.

Then, around 1 AM, about an hour after I arrived home, my heart stopped. Somebody was buzzing my apartment. I took a deep breath, praying that it was Nick.

I punched the buzzer button. “Hello?”

“Hey,” Nick’s familiar baritone rang through my ears. “Can I-”

I buzzed him up immediately. He was at my apartment door about three seconds later, having flown up the four flights of stairs in record time. The second he got to my hallway, he put my face in his hands and kissed me passionately and deeply. I lost my breath momentarily, as our lips and tongues were eagerly exploring inside one another’s mouth. I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, and pulled him into my apartment.

I then pulled him onto my couch, and laid down. He gently laid on top of me, but his lips did not leave mine. He didn’t attempt to put his hands anywhere but on my shoulders or in my hair or other places such as that. Safe places. But, as he laid on top of me, I could feel his enormous manhood pressing against me.

I sighed. I was going to have to take the lead on this, I knew. Nick was trying very hard to respect my boundaries, and I loved him all the more for this.

I nervously started to unbutton his shirt. He smiled at me as I touched his rock hard chest and abdomen. I knew that he had a beautiful body, just by the way that he looked in his clothes, and now, here was proof. He was chiseled like a Greek statue, yet not overly buff and brawny. He had the slender, lean and muscular physique of a runner or a swimmer, but he was strong and solid. I could hear him breathing heavily and I could feel his heart pounding. I touched his arm, and he was shaking.

Then he put his hand on my cheek again, and kissed me some more. I started to unbuckle his belt and his pants, and I groaned as I felt his manhood through his boxer briefs. Just as I had suspected, he was enormous and rock hard.

Just then, he looked at me. “Scotty, I’m so in love with you. I want to make love to you like have never made love to anybody in my entire life. But I want to make sure that you’re ok with it.”

I nodded my head. I wasn’t sure if I was ok with it, to be honest, but this felt so….right. It couldn’t possibly be wrong. I took a deep breath. Because of his size, and because of the fact that I had not had sex in about 9 years, since I was fourteen, I knew that this was bound to hurt. But I wanted nothing more than to feel him inside of me right at that moment.

Before I could talk myself out of it, I had my hand on his shaft. He groaned as I gently stroked him, and then I gripped his penis and choked it more insistently. He kissed me some more, but still didn’t put his hands anywhere private. It was as if he was afraid to do so.

Then he asked, rather shyly, “do you mind if I touch your breasts?”

I nodded my head. “Yes, please do.”

At that, one of his hands gently reached underneath my pajama top and tentatively touched one of my breasts. He groaned as he gently and smoothly cupped it, and then he started to passionately kiss me again. My hand was still on his rock-hard manhood, as I was gripping it up and down. Then he started kissing my neck, and he tugged on my top. He looked at me, as if he was making sure that I wasn’t freaking out, and, seeing the look on my face, which was probably one of absolute ecstasy, he slowly lifted my pajama top off of me.

Now, both of us were topless on the couch, and I still had on my pajama bottoms. Nick still had his pants on, although his pants were unbuttoned and his underwear was pulled down, so that his enormous penis was peeking through. He rearranged himself so that he was more to my side, and he gently fondled my breasts.

“Oh, my god,” he said. “I hope I don’t offend you by saying this, but you have the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen in my life.”

I blinked rapidly. He was the only one who has ever seen them close-up unless I counted that…other man. I couldn’t think of him right now. I had to be in the moment and concentrate only on Nick, or else I would start to get fearful again and I wouldn’t be able to go through with this.

I felt myself blushing. “Thank you,” I said. I wanted to return the favor and tell him that his body was beautiful and perfect, but I didn’t really have the words.

He was shy again, although his penis was getting harder by the second. “Um, do you mind if I kiss your breasts?”

I nodded my head, and couldn’t help but smile. He was so tender, and so respectful. I never imagined that I would meet a man like him. Yet, here he was, physically perfect and so sweet…I felt, once again, like I was dreaming.

His tongue lightly and slowly circled my nipples, first on one breast and then on the other. I felt my nipples getting hard, and the sensation of his gentle strokes was stirring a powerful feeling in my nether regions. I could feel myself getting wet. My panties were actually soaking at this point.

I was breathing harder and harder, and then I felt something wonderful. It was like a build-up of energy that burst inside of me, filling me with a pleasurable sensation that I had never felt before in my life. I moaned loudly in pleasure, as Nick slowly and gently continued to tongue both of my nipples, alternating between them for what seemed like hours.

Was that an orgasm? I suddenly knew what all the fuss was about. Because that sensation was so powerful that my entire body was soon quaking with pleasure. I could feel my legs shaking beneath Nick’s weight, as the pleasurable sensation started in my nether regions, where it was, by far, the most powerful, and then the sensation made its way to my chest and throughout the rest of my body. I cradled Nick’s head in my arms, as he continued to work on slowly licking and sucking each of my nipples, his tongue making a slow circular motion around each of them.

I could still feel his hardness pressed against me, and I took a deep breath as I whispered to him “do you, uh, have protection?”

He nodded his head. “Yes, Scotty, I do.” Then he stroked my cheek and looked into my eyes. “I want to be sure that you’re ready. I don’t want to hurt you.”

I took a deep breath again. I tried not to hear Mr. Lukas’ voice in my ears, and, to my surprise, I was able to completely shut his voice out. Nick didn’t want to hurt me. Mr. Lukas didn’t care that he hurt me. Therein lay the difference between the two men.

Then he kissed me, slowly and deeply, and more passionately than ever before. His hands smoothly ran through my hair, and then one of his hands lightly stroked my stomach and ran the length of
my torso before settling onto my breast. He stroked my breast gently while he continued to kiss me, his tongue slowly exploring inside my mouth.

Then he stopped kissing me, but his hands were still stroking my hair. “I love you so much, Scotty. I just want to be 100% sure that you are ready for me to make love to you. There’s really no hurry. I can be a patient man when I want to be. I’ll wait for you.”

I blinked my eyes and wondered if I was giving off vibes that told him that I wasn’t quite ready for him to make love to me. And I realized that, after he said that he would wait, I really wasn’t quite ready. I felt ready. It felt right. But there still was a little bit of fear there.

It touched me, so very deeply
, that he was willing to wait for me.

I finally took a deep breath. “Thank you, Nick. I, yes, I’d like to wait. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” he said, without hesitation. Then he smiled. “But, uh, I’d like to use your bathroom if you don’t mind.”

I smiled back, knowing why Nick had to use my bathroom. “Sure. Uh, it’s right there in the hallway.”

Nick went to, uh, relieve himself, while I waited for him on the couch. I put my pajama top back on, and Nick was back within a few minutes. He sat down on the couch with me and put his shirt back on. Then he looked at me. “God, Scotty, I can hardly be around you without being turned on. There’s just something about you.”

“I feel the same way,” I said, shyly. “I mean, I’m totally turned on by you. It’s just, well, there still is a tiny bit of fear. But I will say that I trust you not to hurt me. You coming to my rescue like that – it made me see you in a different light. And when I found out how you sacrificed yourself for me in front of your partners – well, let’s just say that nobody has ever done something like that for me. Ever. You don’t know what that means to me, to have somebody stick up for me like that. Especially after Paul.”

Nick nodded his head. “Get used to my having your back. I’ll always protect you, no matter what. You never have to be afraid again.”

Those words affected me profoundly. To know that I would never be hurt again, and if somebody tried to hurt me, I could count on somebody to be there, meant more to me than anything else in the world.

“By the way,” I said, “how did you know to come outside at just the right time?”

Nick looked a little bit embarrassed. “I was watching you the whole time. When you left, I saw your expression and you didn’t look happy. So, I followed you out the door. It took me a few minutes to get outside, though, because people kept coming up and talking to me. I wish that I would have gotten out there sooner, because then you wouldn’t have been attacked like that.”

I said nothing, but just took his hand and stroked it. He put his hand in my hair, and then stopped. “Oh, god,” he said, blushing profusely. “I’m having a hard time sitting next to you. Literally.”

I looked at his trousers and saw what he meant.

“Um, looks like I’m going to, uh, have to take a cold shower. Do you mind?”

I shook my head and smiled. “Of course not. My shower isn’t the best, though. Not like yours.”

“If there’s running water, then I’m good,” he said. “I’ll be right back.”

And, sure enough, about ten minutes later, he emerged, his hair damp and his clothes back on. I caught my breath. He looked so handsome, as usual, but with his hair wet like that, and kinda in his face, he looked totally sexy, yet innocent.

How did I manage to get a guy like that to fall in love with me?
I really, really, really hoped that I wasn’t dreaming.
If I wake up and find out that the whole thing was just in my head, that would be devastating.

I stood up. “You know, I’m such a bad hostess. Can I offer you a drink of orange juice or something?”

“Sure,” he said. “Uh, Scotty, is Jack coming home tonight?”

“Yeah. He works late,” I said, getting up to pour two glasses of OJ. I handed him a glass, and he sipped it. “He’ll be home around 4ish.”

Nick took a deep breath. “I really don’t want to leave. Do you mind if I spend the night?”

“I’d love that,” I said. “Jack will have to sleep on the hide-a-bed. He owes me, anyhow, after all the times that I had to sleep on the hide-a-bed because he had a trick over.”