Damaged But Not Broken (New Adult Rockers) (20 page)

He swirls another finger inside me,
and I can feel how wet I am for him. Slowly, he pushes a finger inside me
again, and this time he softly pushes in and out of me. After I’ve adjusted and
moaned with pleasure, he slides a second finger inside me, pushing more quickly
this time, as his other hand cradles my ass.

I can feel a building sensation
inside me, and I know it’s an orgasm. I haven’t had an orgasm since I was
fifteen years old. With Blake. The night of my attack.

As if reading my mind, Blake
whispers, “Relax. Let me make you feel good. You deserve this.”

He quickly unbuttons his pants, and
tugs them off before tossing them to the floor. I see his massive erection
pointing to the ceiling, and I’m more turned on than ever.

I lay my head back on the pillow
and try to follow Blake’s advice. My thighs tremble around his shoulders, but
he doesn’t stop. He looks up at me from between my legs, and our eyes lock. Not
breaking eye contact, he lowers his mouth to me and softly sucks my clit into
his mouth.

“Oh!” I cry out, writhing on the
bed.

Blake sees that I’m enjoying it,
and he sucks me further into his mouth, licking my clit and then running his
tongue around my opening. He continues to lick and suck at me, as his fingers
push inside of me, teasing and tantalizing me in the most illicit way.

“I want you to come for me,” he
husks.

 “I’ll try,” I manage in between
breaths.

He pulls his fingers out of me,
wraps his mouth around my opening and then thrusts his tongue deep inside me,
rubbing my clit with his thumb with increasing intensity.

“Argh!” I cry, arching my back
completely off the bed and grasping at the sheets. Blake doesn’t stop and his
tongue pushes in and out of me in the most intimate of ways, and I feel the
build of a powerful orgasm.

I stop thinking and let it sweep me
away, focusing only on the intense pleasure building inside me, knowing that I
have to trust Blake. My release takes complete control of me, and I’m at
Blake’s mercy as I cry out his name and moan, shaking and trembling beneath
him, my body succumbing to the overwhelming ecstasy.

The waves of pleasure come again
and again, washing away my fear and inhibitions, and making it more clear than
ever that I belong to Blake and he belongs to me. And then the tears start, and
I’m crying uncontrollably, shaking and sobbing. Before I know it, Blake’s arms
are around me, and he’s cradling me against his chest, murmuring soft and
soothing words.

“I’m so sorry,” I choke out,
knowing what men think of women who cry in bed.

“Don’t be sorry. I’m here. You’re
alright.”

He misunderstands. “I know I’m
alright,” I sob. “That’s why I’m crying. You have no idea what that was like
for me. I’ve never been able to be that way with anyone except you, when we
were kids. And it was a million times better now.”

I continue to sob, unable to
control myself. “I never thought I would experience that again. I never thought
I could trust someone to touch me in that way.”

Blake just holds me, and finally
the tears stop. “I’m sorry. I just wasn’t expecting that to be so emotional,” I
apologize again.

Blake chuckles quietly. “I’m just
glad you’re crying tears of happiness and not sadness over my skills,” he
teases.

I manage to laugh and wipe at my
face. “I guess this is pretty unsexy, huh?” I sniffle, knowing my eyes and nose
must be red and puffy.

“You’re incredibly sexy,” Blake
assures me, “But I think that’s enough for tonight.”

“No!” I protest, “I don’t want to
stop.”

Blake gives me a small smile.
“Paige, I think I’ve pushed you far enough for one night.”

“No, Blake, please,” I plead, pushing
away from his chest so I can really look at him. “It can’t end like this – with
me a tearful mess.” I pause, and lower my voice. “I
need
you,” I insist.
“I need you inside me.”

I feel foolish saying those words,
but it’s the truth.

I see Blake wrestling with his
emotions, and he almost looks as if he’s in anguish. I can tell he’s fighting
his desire for me and the need to protect me. I hope his desire wins out. It
can’t end like this tonight.

“Oh Paige,” he groans, and he pulls
me towards him, pushing me back down on the bed, kissing me eagerly.

I kiss him back just as hungrily,
feeling him harden against my thigh. I smile, reaching down between our bodies
and taking him in my hand.

“Oh,” he chokes out when I touch
him, and I feel him harden more in my palm. He’s thick and warm, just like I
remember.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”
he asks in a rough voice.

“Yes,” I flounder, “Except, I’m not
on the pill.” I admit.

I’m such a novice and not prepared
for this at all. I’m an idiot.

“It’s okay,” he pants, and then he
gives me a sheepish look. “I’m prepared. I had hoped this might happen.” He
stops. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“No!” I gasp, glad he had hoped for
this. Otherwise, we might have to truly stop.

He hops off the bed, rifles in his
pants and pulls out a small foil. He tears it open, his eyes raw and
smoldering, and slides it down his length. I lay on my back, completely still.

“You’re sure?” he asks again.

I nod, because I’m too afraid to
speak. Honestly, I’m terrified, but I want this. I want Blake and I connected
this way again. I want to be a part of him.

Blake settles between my legs and I
feel him rub against my inner thigh. He holds himself at the shaft, and slowly
guides himself into me.

“Oh!” I moan as he first enters me.
I tense up, but quickly relax, focusing only on Blake, and remembering how we
have done this before. He ever so gently pushes into me, watching my face
carefully for my reaction. He fills me entirely and I can’t help but cry out in
pain. I’m so tight and it has been so, so long. But as I look into his eyes the
pain quickly subsides.

“Mmm, you’re so wet,” he groans,
sliding deeper inside me.

I feel myself stretching to
accommodate him, I continue to relax and enjoy the sensation and soon he’s deep
and snug inside me.

“Paige,” he groans, circling his
hips to help me accommodate him.

Once I’m over the initial fear and
shock of having someone inside me again, I slowly begin to notice the pleasure.

Blake begins to thrust in and out
of me slowly, and a small moan escapes my lips. I begin to lose myself in the
act, running my hands along Blake’s muscular shoulders and knotting my hands in
his hair.

Blake is a careful lover, obviously
aware of my hesitation, but he begins to lose control, which is incredibly
sexy. He begins to thrust harder and faster, and he wraps his arms under my
thighs and hoists them over my shoulders.

I gasp in surprise, and then gasp
again when I realize how deep he can enter me at this angle. I feel myself
getting wetter by the second as he presses against an unfamiliar spot deep
inside me.

“Oh my god,” I pant, losing my mind
at he drives into me deeper and deeper. The friction is incredible, and I can
feel another orgasm building within me. At the same moment, Blake gasps, “I
can’t last much longer.”

Before I can respond, I explode,
pulsing and bucking around Blake's cock, as my pussy clenches again and again
with wave after wave of pleasure. This time is more intense than the last, and
I’m lost in the bliss. Blake lets out a deep, guttural sound, and drives into
me hard, calling out my name before I feel him pulse and throb within me.

We collapse together in a heap,
each of us spent and clutching the other. We lay like that for a long time,
listening to the other person breathe and watching as our chests finally move
more slowly.

I feel like I’ve had an out of body
experience, and I know that Blake and I are now closer than ever. I can’t
imagine how I ever went this long without him, and I can’t even remember why I
ever pushed him away in the first place. It’s so obvious now that it should
have always been Blake and I.

Blake finally sits up, pulling me
up with him.

“I’ve been waiting a long time for
you to come back, Paige.”

I giggle and push at his chest.
“You were engaged. You weren’t waiting for me to come back.”

“I didn’t
know
that I was
waiting, but now I realize I was,” he explains. He starts to move and reach for
his clothes.

“Where are you going?” I ask.

“Back to my room,” he says,
confused. “I figure you might want some space.”

“I want you to stay,” I admit. He
drops his pants and falls back into bed.

“Of course,” he agrees, kissing my
forehead.

I reach over and flip off the
light, and we settle in against the pillows.

EIGHTEEN

Paige

Ruffled Sheets

Nine hours later, though not much
of that time was spent sleeping, I finally drag myself out of bed. Blake has
already showered and dressed in fresh clothes.

“You left!” I pout, realizing he
must have returned to his room for his outfit.

“You were out cold,” he reminds me,
“The guys gave me a bunch of shit,” he mutters.

I smile sleepily at him. It’s then
that I notice the breakfast spread on the small table.

“Yum,” I exclaim, crawling out of
bed. I realize I’m naked, and I search the floor for my pajamas from last
night. Blake makes no moves to look away.

“Enjoying the view?” I ask, as I
shimmy into my shorts and camisole.

“Very much so.”

I sit down and begin to dig into
the bagels and cream cheese, along with the fresh fruit.

“Mmm, I’m famished,” I exclaim.
“Aren’t you going to eat?” I ask Blake, realizing he hasn’t touched the food.

“I’ve been up for a while,” he
admits, “I already ate something. I’m sorry. I was starving, too.”

“S’okay,” I mumble, my mouth full.

I finish chewing and swallow, and
then take a big gulp of orange juice. Wow, who knew sex made you so hungry?

 I notice Blake’s pensive
expression. “Is everything okay?” I ask.

He nods, closely watching me. “I
just want to make sure that you’re okay.”

I smile at his sweetness. “I’m not
okay,” I say and I see Blake’s face fall. “I’m great. Better than great.
Amazing. This is the best I’ve ever felt.”

Blake grins his boyish grin that I
love.

He sits down next to me and digs
into a bagel. “I think I can eat again,” he says happily.

I laugh and we lose ourselves in
our happy breakfast. I happen to glance at my phone and realize we need to be down
in the lobby in a half hour.

“Crap! I need to get ready!” I bolt
up from the table and hurry to the shower. “Stay away,” I warn, knowing that
nothing good could come from Blake and I in the shower with so little time to
get ready.

I quickly wash my hair and shave.
I’m ready in record time and Blake raises his eyebrows at me, clearly
impressed.

“Are you packed, too?” I ask
incredulously.

He nods sheepishly. “It only took
me five minutes.”

I throw all my toiletries back in
their bag, and toss my clothes in one of my bags. I’m ready to go and I take
one last swig of orange juice.

“Ready?” Blake asks.

I nod, and he grabs my suitcases.

“No! I can do it,” I protest.

“I want to carry them,” he insists,
so I smile and let him.

It’s a nice feeling to have Blake
want to take care of me. We walk out in the hallway and see Ben waiting at the
elevator with his bags.

He smirks at us. “Hey
guys
.”

We ride down the elevator in
awkward silence, and I’m relieved when the doors slide open. Clearly, Blake’s
band mates are well aware of what happened last night. Or at least they assume
what has happened. I’m sure Blake didn’t share any details.

We walk out of the lobby and see
our van pulled up alongside the curb. Elvis and Jack are filling the back with
our stuff, and Ryan comes hurrying up from another side of the hotel.

“I checked all around and can’t
find him,” he says, dusting off his pants.

“Who? Liam?” I ask.

“No, your dad.”

“Huh?” That’s not like my dad.
“I’ll call him,” I say, pulling out my cell phone. “I’m sure he lost track of
time.”

I dial the number but it goes
directly to voicemail. “That’s strange. It went right to voicemail.”

“Phone could be dead,” Blake
suggests.

I nod and try once more, but it
goes right to voicemail again.

Liam comes hurrying up. “I knocked
on his room door, but he didn’t answer. The front desk said he checked out
already.”

“Well, he has to be around
somewhere,” I say, exasperated. I hurry into the hotel lobby with Blake on my
heels.

“I’m sure he’s around,” Blake says.

“I’m sure he is, too. I just feel
bad that everyone is looking for him.” We quickly spin through the small hotel
lobby twice, and check the tiny restaurant within the hotel.

“Maybe he went somewhere?” I ask,
unsure of where my father could have been. He could have easily walked to one
of the nearby shops or restaurants.

“That would be my bet,” Blake says,
grabbing my hand.

We head back towards the lobby, and
there is my dad, standing by the van, looking slightly disheveled.

“Daddy! Where the heck were you?
You had everyone looking for you.”

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes, looking
down at the ground. “I went in search of a good cup of coffee.”

I notice that he’s holding a
Starbucks cup.

“But there’s coffee at the hotel,” Liam
points out.

My dad makes a face and waves his
hand.

“I needed the strong stuff. The
good stuff.”

He takes another sip of his
Starbucks and shrugs.