Broken (22 page)

He took my hand and led me out of the shower. Reaching into a cabinet, he pulled out a towel. He looked down at me and smiled the most breathtaking smile I’d ever seen. His eyes sparkled, and his dimple—

My God, I feel weak in the knees
.

I slowly smiled back as he let out a small laugh. He wrapped me up in the towel, and then he quickly grabbed another one and dried himself off. I looked up and down his perfect body. I knew he worked out every day, but holy hell, he was amazing.

He had a tattoo on his side of the U.S. Marine Corps symbol with Mike’s name on it. Under that was another name—Kate.

Who in the hell is Kate? And why is her name on his body?

I pulled my eyes away from her name and looked into his eyes.

He smiled and gave me a wink. “Kate’s my niece, Mike’s daughter.”

What?

I started to shake my head as tears began burning my eyes. “I didn’t…oh my God. How old is she?” My heart instantly hurt for this little girl who had lost her daddy.
I can’t even imagine.

He smiled and placed his hand on my face. “She’s five. Don’t cry, baby.”

I slowly put my hands over my mouth. “Oh, Layton.”

He shook his head as he slowly unwrapped the towel from my body. “Only happy tears and memories tonight, honey.” He stepped back and looked my body up and down.

I instantly started to blush.

“Don’t be shy about your body, Whitley. You’re breathtaking, the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” He reached down, scooped me up, and carried me into his bedroom.

Just when I didn’t think he could make the butterflies in my stomach any crazier, he did something else that made them take off into flight. He gently put me down and then crawled onto the bed.

“I’ve never in my life wanted someone as much as I want you, Whitley. I’m almost unable to breathe because I want to be inside you so badly.”

My chest started heaving up and down. “I need you, Layton,” I barely whispered.

I did need him. I needed him to make me forget every bruise caused by a man who had never truly loved me. I needed him to make me feel whole again. I needed him to make love to me. In that moment, I realized that Roger had never made love to me. He’d simply fucked me.

Layton slowly started to kiss my stomach, and as he moved his burning kisses up my body, he ran his hand up and down my leg. By the time his lips met mine, I felt like I was going to scream.

Jesus…touch me, for Christ’s sake!

“Layton, please!” I practically willed him to touch me as I pushed my hips up to him, pleading for him.

I felt him smile against my neck.

“I’ve dreamed of this, Whitley, for the last week and a half. I don’t want to rush.”

I wanted to scream. As much as I loved how slow he was going, I needed to feel him closer to me. I needed to feel him inside me.

He brushed his lips against my neck and then captured my lips again.

“I’m going to make sweet love to you now, baby.”

Oh God.
“Yes,” I whispered as I felt his hand move up my leg.

The moment he touched me, my whole body jerked.

“Oh God!”

I was so afraid I was going to come the moment he touched me. He slowly rubbed his thumb against my clit.

“Oh God, Layton.”

Right before he placed his finger inside me, he kissed me with so much passion that I started to cry. Then, he slid two more fingers in, and my hips jerked up. He moved his hand in such a way that I felt like I was floating on a cloud of pleasure.

He pulled back slightly, and against my lips, he said, “Oh, baby…you’re so wet.”

“I want you inside me, Layton,” I said as I breathed heavily.

He started moving his hand faster. I swore I could feel the build-up starting from my toes. It was moving up my body, and I grabbed his arm as I moved my hips faster.

Then, he pulled his hand away.

Wait! What is he doing? Why did he stop?

My head was spinning, and I was so confused. Then, I felt him on top of me and our eyes met.

“I want to be inside you the first time you come.”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Condom?” he asked.

“I’m on the pill, and I’ve only ever been with Roger. I was actually tested not long ago when I, um…when I found out he had been cheating. They all came back clean.”

Layton smiled as he looked at me. “I’ve always used a condom, even with Olivia.”

I just stared at him. “Always?”

He nodded and smiled.

“So, I’m kind of, like, your first?” I crinkled up my nose and let out a giggle.

“Yeah, baby, you are, and I pray to God I last at least a minute.”

I smiled and put my hands on his back. He teased me for a few minutes as I felt his dick just barely enter me before he pulled out.

“Oh God, Layton…you’re gonna kill me.”

He smiled and shook his head. “I’m so afraid I’m gonna lose it, Whit. I don’t want this feeling to stop. It feels like heaven.”

I slowly moved my fingertips up and down his back as he began to move again. He leaned down and brushed his tongue over my lips, and I let out a soft moan. I opened my mouth to him, and he slowly slipped his tongue inside. The way our tongues danced together was amazing. I pulled away and threw my head back as he pushed himself oh-so slowly inside me.

I let out a gasp, and he instantly stopped moving.

“Am I hurting you?”

“Don’t stop! Feels so good…please don’t stop.”

I moved my hands to his ass and pulled him closer to me.

Oh my Lord…he is huge.

But I didn’t really have much to compare him to since I’d only ever been with Roger.

He pushed more and let out a moan that traveled through my whole body.

“Jesus…you feel incredible,” he whispered against my ear. “Whitley…”

“Layton, it feels so good, so amazingly good.”

He moved his lips to mine and kissed me as he made such passionate love to me. I was feeling something I’d never felt before. The way he was moving in and out of me felt like pure heaven. He was so gentle, but at the same time, he gave me so much pleasure.

Then, I felt the build-up.

Oh yes! Oh dear Lord…what is happening? This has never felt so amazing. Never.

“Layton…Oh God, don’t stop! I’m…” I couldn’t even finish talking.

The orgasm swept over my body so fast and hard that all I could do was call out his name. I grabbed his ass as he started to move faster, harder.

“Yes!” I called out.

Just when I thought I was coming down from my orgasm, another one hit when he started to call out my name.

Oh God.

I almost needed him to stop. It was so intense.

“I can’t…Oh my God, Layton…”

My whole body was vibrating as he slowly came to a stop. It almost felt like I was still coming.

“Oh my God, I’ve never experienced anything so incredible in my entire life.”

I could hardly breathe, and the heat of his breaths on my neck was starting to drive me crazy.

Motherfucker! I want him again! What is wrong with me?

I’d just had two of the most intense orgasms of my life, and my body was being a greedy bitch!

“Whitley,” he whispered.

He started to kiss my neck and then down my chest to my stomach. He got up and went into the bathroom. I was finally starting to return to Earth when I felt a warm washcloth. He was cleaning me. I closed my eyes and relaxed with each gentle stroke.

Before I even knew what was happening, I felt his tongue on my clit, and then his fingers slipped inside me.

“Jesus, Layton! I can’t! My body can’t take it.”

Holy motherfucking shit. It feels…amazing.

“Oh…Layton…that feels…oh God…oh God, Layton…not again!”

I arched my body as he sucked on my clit, and then he hit it with his tongue at just the right pressure, throwing me over the edge, as I called out his name.

He was lying on top of me again, and this time, he was kissing my nipple. He was trying to kill me with incredible, amazing, rock-my-world sex.

“I’m going to go rinse out my mouth, baby.”

I had my eyes closed, and all I could manage was, “Mmmkay.”

He laughed, and I felt the bed move as he got up and made his way into his bathroom. My body slowly started to relax like I’d never relaxed before. I felt him crawl back onto the bed.

Then, he pulled me next to him. “Sleep, my beautiful cowgirl,” he whispered as he stroked my arm up and down.

“Layton?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I’m not dreaming, am I?” I turned toward him, and I looked up into his eyes.

He smiled that drop-my-panties smile at me. “If you’re dreaming, then I’m also dreaming, and I don’t ever want to wake up.”

“I’ve never in my life experienced such amazing orgasms. I think I might have actually felt the Earth shake.”

Layton laughed and brought me closer to him. He leaned down and kissed the back of my neck. “Neither have I, Whit. It almost felt like it was my first time. It felt so fucking good.”

I smiled and felt myself drifting off into a dream. I was pretty sure I said his name as I fell deeper into my dream.

I instantly woke up in a cold sweat. I’d been dreaming of Mike. In my dream, he’d told me how I’d finally found the love of my life and how happy he was that I wasn’t sad anymore.

I glanced down at the beautiful woman in my arms, and I smiled.

We’d only known each other for such a short amount of time, but she was my everything. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for this girl. The way she made me feel…was amazing. My heart felt like it was whole again.

I was finally looking at the other half of me. I was able to open my heart and let someone in—someone I wanted to be with more than I needed the air I breathed, someone I wanted to be with forever.

She moved, and I rolled right along with her. She lay on her side, so I pulled her in close to me. She felt so perfect in my arms. I smiled as I thought about how she had fallen apart three times for me. I had never been able to do that with Olivia. She’d just wanted to fuck and get it over with. With Whitley, we’d made love—sweet, slow love.

I had a feeling she’d never had oral sex…at least I was hoping she hadn’t. I wanted to be the first who had done that for her, not that motherfucker ex of hers.

What a stupid fucker, not to see what an amazing woman she is.

“I’ll always protect you, Whit. I’ll never let anyone ever hurt you, cowgirl.”

She let out a small moan and pushed her ass into me. I instantly felt my dick coming back up. I knew she was exhausted, but I needed her. I needed to feel the love pouring out of her and into me, and I wanted to pour my love into her.

I moved back some and rolled her over. I moved my hand up and down her side. Her body shuddered, and I smiled. I loved what my touch did to her.

I leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Whitley…baby, wake up.”

She let out another soft, small moan that traveled through my whole body.

Shit, the way she makes me feel is unreal.

She slowly opened her eyes and smiled that beautiful smile of hers.

“Layton,” she whispered, “touch me. Love me.”

I moved my hand down and slowly put two fingers inside her.

Fuck me, she’s so wet.

I started to move my fingers in and out. Reaching down, she grabbed my hand and stopped me from moving. She pushed me off of her, and the next thing I knew, she was straddling me.

“Can I be on top?” She raised her eyebrows.

I smiled, and she smiled back at me.

“Baby, that’s one thing you never have to ask.”

“Really? I want to make you come with me on top.”

Jesus. She acts like she’s never been on top before. Has she?

That fucker probably didn’t want her to have control over anything.

God, I want to kill him.

“Layton?” she said almost in a whisper.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I’ve, um…I’ve never been on top before, so I’m not sure I’ll be able to make you come.”

My heart broke in two. I sat up, grabbed her, and pulled her closer to me. I brought her lips to mine and kissed her as sweetly and softly as I could.

“Just move, Whit…you can’t do anything wrong, baby. Do what makes you feel good, and it will make me feel good also.”

She started off slowly as she moved her tongue along my bottom lip. I opened my mouth up to her, and she slipped her tongue inside. Instantly, I was lost in her kiss as I held her to me. Then, the way she was moving started feeling so damn good. I let go of her and fell back on the bed.

“Does it feel good?” she asked as she moved up and down so damn slow.

“Whit…it feels like fucking heaven. Faster, baby.”

The look in her eyes caused me to suck in a breath. Her eyes got a fire in them, and she started going faster and harder. I closed my eyes to concentrate on not coming too soon. When I opened my eyes, she had her head thrown back, and she was touching her breast.

Motherfucker…I’m gonna come soon…please, Whit…hurry.

“Whitley, baby…God, it feels so good. You look so fucking hot, touching yourself.”

Her head snapped forward, and she smiled at me. She slowly moved her other hand down and touched her clit as she continued to play with her nipple.