Forever We Fall: Broken #4 (The Broken Series) (9 page)

Lee

"What's going on with you, Kyle?" I called out when curiosity got the better of me. Kyle had been in a pensive mood since he came home from work. He ate dinner with us, helped me bathe Hope and put her down for the night, but the entire time he had this contemplative look about him. A million different worries and fears trickled into my brain, thumping around and driving me crazy.

Shrugging out of my clothes, I slipped an old shirt of Kyle's over my head before freeing the tangled mess that was my hair and climbing onto our bed. "Did something happen today?" I asked.

Kyle stepped out of our ensuite bathroom wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer shorts, and with a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. "When does something
not
happen, princess?" he gurgled, shooting me a huge toothpaste covered grin – a grin that didn't conceal the anxiety I could see in his eyes.

"True," I agreed as I wandered over to where he was standing. "But you've been acting weirder than usual." I wasn't going to allow him to brush me off. Something was up. "What's wrong?"

"Everything's fine," Kyle scoffed before sauntering back into the bathroom. "You're getting worked up for nothing."

I leaned against the door frame and studied him carefully. "You're lying to me," I stated in a calm tone. "Something happened today, I can feel it, so just stop trying to
protect
me and tell me the truth."

Kyle didn't look at me, he just continued to brush his teeth and stare down at the sink he was standing in front of. Spitting the toothpaste into the sink, he stuck his mouth under the faucet and gurgled some water. "You worry too much, Lee," he mumbled as he grabbed a towel and wiped his face. "So, how did it go with your mom?" Dropping the towel on the sink, he stepped around me and strolled over to his side of the bed. "You two have fun?"

"Yes, we had a nice time. Don't try and change the subject," I grumbled as I followed him and climbed into bed beside him. "I know something is up with you." Twisting my body so I could face Kyle, I fixed him with a stern stare. "Tell me, Kyle."

"Jesus Christ, baby," he hissed. "Can you just accept that nothing's wrong and maybe I'm just tired?" Shaking his head, Kyle reached over and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, drawing me to his side. "I need a quiet night, Lee." Trailing his fingers over my collarbone, he whispered, "I don't wanna talk about work or the trial or anything else. I am starving for some alone time with you. Just you. Okay?"

"Fine," I conceded, feeling oddly rejected because of his words. Curling my body into his warmth, I rested my head in the crook of his arm and sighed to myself. He was closing up and I hated it, but forcing the matter would result in an argument and we'd been doing so well lately that I was reluctant to rock the boat.

"You know, I thought you were a guy," Kyle said after an age, breaking the unnerving silence that had developed between us.

"What?" I shook my head and twisted around to face him. "What are you talking about?"

"When you first moved to the hill," he chuckled as he slipped his arm out from behind my head and rolled onto his side. Resting his cheek on my chest, he sighed contently, nuzzling me with his nose. "Cam called me to ask if she could move her friend
Lee
into the house." He smirked as his fingers wandered over my stomach, moving south, pushing up the fabric of my shirt, sliding under the lace of my panties. "Except her friend Lee had the sweetest fucking hips I'd ever seen."

His tone was gruff, his fingers teasing, as he slipped inside me, moving slowly, making my whole body tremble. "Best fucking everything," he purred. "You got me all hard the minute I laid eyes on you." His free hand travelled under my shirt to cup one of my breasts. "You have beautiful tits," he groaned. "Fucking perfect. Couldn't believe my luck when I discovered they're real."

"You could've talked to me," I whispered, my arousal stirring at the memory of our first kiss, as I rocked my hips upwards, my body trembling from his taunting onslaught. "You were so scary. I'd never seen anyone like you in my whole life and you…you just licked me."

"Can you blame me?" Kyle chuckled and it was deep husky, male sound that caused everything south of my navel to contract and tighten. "I had to have you," he stated without the slightest hint of remorse in his voice as his free hand roamed over my body.

"Well, it's a strange thing to do, Kyle," I moaned, my breathing hitching when his thumb found my clit.

"Your hips," he whispered, ignoring my words. "Goddammit, I'll never get over these sexy hips, princess."

Shaking his head, he bit down on his lip and growled as he slid his body lower until his mouth was on my stomach. He kissed my stomach tenderly as his hands found my hips.

Grabbing the edges of my panties, Kyle pulled himself to his knees and slowly drew my panties down my thighs, his eyes feasting on parts of my body that even after two years of being together made me clench my eyes shut in embarrassment.

"Look at me," he husked as he lifted my foot and freed my panties before freeing my other leg until I was bare and exposed to him, with my shirt bunched up by my breasts. "I want you to look at me when I'm fucking you with my mouth," he told me and I had to grip the sheets to prevent myself from covering my face. "Keep your eyes here," Kyle said in a gruff tone as he trailed a finger from my stomach to my slit. "You got it?"

"Uh-huh," I breathed, tilting my hips upwards. My heart was racing so fast I was in fear of exploding before he even touched me. In the back of my mind I knew what Kyle was doing. "You sure you're okay?" I whispered. "Did someone upset you at work…" My voice broke and I cried out, bucking wildly when Kyle's lips closed over my clit, suckling me, driving me insane. I clawed at the bed sheets franticly as a haze of pleasure wafted over me, igniting my senses, the carnal instinct inside of me urging me to grind my body to his touch.

"I know I'm being weird, but it's got nothing to do with you, baby," he admitted in a hoarse tone. "I'm not good at expressing myself, but just know that
you
don't ever need to worry about where I am or who I'm with," Kyle growled as his tongue traced my wet folds with aching slowness. Releasing one of my thighs from his tight grasp, he gently slide his fingers inside me and twisted them upwards, stroking a part of me that made my back arch off the bed. "Because there is no one who has, does or will fuck me up the way you did, do and will."

Pulling back, Kyle lowered his boxers before settling between my legs, his warm, powerful body covering mine. "I won't screw this up, Lee," he whispered, as he thrust inside me. "I swear to god I won't."

"I just want to help you," I whispered, blinking back the tears that were threatening to spill from his admission. Cupping his face with my hands, I forced him to look at me. "Kyle, if you're in some sort of trouble you can tell me."

"I'm not," he croaked out as he rocked into me slowly. "I'm just stressed."

Pressing his forehead to mine, he let out a deep shuddering groan as he rolled his hips, thrusting himself deep inside me. "Sometimes it feels like you're the only thing that's right in my life," he confessed in a gruff tone as he slid his hand down my body.

Grabbing my thigh, he wrapped my leg around his waist and penetrated me even more deeply than before. "I fucking love you, Lee Bennett," he husked.

"I love you too, Kyle Carter," I whispered. Pressing my mouth to Kyle's I kissed him with everything I had, showing him with my kiss how much he meant to me.

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Kyle

He called again," I whispered into my phone as I slipped into the lounge, closing the door behind me. I'd left Lee upstairs sleeping, but I had to get out of that bed. My mind wouldn’t calm the fuck down. Cindy's visit, David's appearance and Jimmy's phone call were enough to drive me insane – enough to make me phone Derek up to rant.

"Jimmy?" I heard Derek ask on the other line and I squeezed my phone tighter.

"Yeah," I growled, sinking down on the couch. I knew full well I was going to get an earful from Derek, but I needed to talk to someone.

"I told you," Derek hissed and I had to move my phone away from my ear a little. "I fucking told you we needed to sort this out," he ranted. "Goddammit to hell."

"David showed up at my office today," I added quietly as I stroked my jaw. "Says he's taken care of Perry."

"And how do you suppose he's done that?" Derek sneered. "Did he stick him with a needle too?"

"I don’t know, Der," I muttered wearily as I swapped the phone into my other hand and sighed. "He didn’t say – only that Perry wouldn’t be bothering us again."

"And you believe that?" Derek asked, his tone incredulous. "Kyle, why would he help you? You beat him to a pulp last year."

"I don’t know, Derek," I grumbled. "I don’t fucking know about anything anymore." Leaning backwards I rested my head against the back of the couch and let out a groan. "I'm so fucking confused. I feel like…no, forget it. I'm talking shit."

"Nothing new there, dude," I heard Derek chuckle. "So, how's everything else going? How are the girls? They okay?"

"They're fine," I whispered.
It's me who's fucked…
"How's Addyson?"

"It's good, man," he said softly. "I hadn’t realized how much I'd missed my folks." Chuckling he added, "There's nothing like your mom running around and fussing to make a guy feel better, you know?"

No, I wouldn’t have a fucking clue because I didn’t have parents and the one woman who'd ever given two shits about me was avoiding me like the plague.
"Sounds good," I managed to squeeze out.

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Chapter Eight

Kyle

"Well, it's happening," Kelsie mused as she strolled over to her desk with some paperwork. Taking a seat behind her desk, she dropped the file down on her desk and leaned forward, eyes locked on mine. "There's nothing we can do to stop it now," she sighed deeply and her eyes flickered briefly to Lee, who was sitting on the chair next to me with Hope on her lap, before returning to my face. "The trial is happening. You'll both need to be prepared. They're going to launch an attack on your relationship."

"Who goes first?" I asked as I diverted my gaze from the view I had of Kelsie's braless tits. Clearing my throat, I focused on my hands and asked, "Me or her?"

Hope started to cry and Lee stood up quickly. "Shh, sweetie," she cooed as she paced the office floor with our daughter in her arms and my attention was riveted on her face. Lee could never mask her feelings or emotions and right now they were playing out all over her face. Her eyes were wide and full of bewilderment and I couldn't blame her for feeling disconcerted. I was feeling unsettled myself…

"You." Kelsie rested her hand on mine, drawing my attention back to her. "And you'll be amazing," she gushed proudly. "I have every faith in you," she continued, unperturbed by my daughter's soft cries, as she stood up and walked around her desk, lowering herself into the chair Lee had vacated. "You need to be strong," she said, patting my knee in sympathy. "And if there's anything I can do for you…well, you have my number."

Lee snorted as she bobbed around with Hope in her arms.

"Rachel will crumble," Kelsie assured me as she sat back and crossed her legs. Again, I had to divert my eyes from catching an eye-full of her crotch. "All you have to do is tell the truth, Mr. Carter," Kelsie crooned. "How she blackmailed you into that arrangement…"

"Ma-ma." Hope babbled distractingly behind me. "Ma-ma-ma…"

"What about Lee?" I asked, forcing myself to stay focused. "How many times can they call her to testify?" I frowned deeply. "I don't want her up there, Kelsie."

"Hopefully just the one day," Kelsie replied as she opened her legs for a moment before crossing them once more. "And then you'll all be free to carry on with your lives."

"What about the letters?" I whispered. Something was seriously fucking bothering me about those letters and I couldn't put my finger on it. Doubt was creeping into my heart. All those letters she'd sent me, begging me to come see her, that she had something to tell me, something about a plan…I was starting to wonder if I'd made a mistake in not hearing her out. "Are they going to ask me about the letters?"

Sighing deeply, Kelsie patted my legs and smiled. "The letters are our little secret…" Her voice trailed off as she narrowed her eyes at something behind my head.

Turning in my chair, I smirked when my eyes landed on Lee, who was kneeling on the floor with her sexy, jean-covered ass sticking up in the air. "Sorry," she apologized, red-faced, as she gestured to Hope who was kicking around on a fold-up changing mat. "She's teething at the moment. Her tummy's a little upset…"

"There's a restroom just down the hall," Kelsie growled, scrunching her nose up at the smell. Jesus, I hadn't even noticed the smell until just now.
I was probably immune
. "I would prefer if my office wasn't used as a nursery," she added cattily and my hackles rose.

"Oh." Lee blushed crimson. "I'm sorry." Climbing to her feet, she hoisted Hope into her arms and rushed to the door. "Kyle, I'll wait for you outside," Lee said quietly.

"Lee, hang on, baby," I called out, but she had already slipped out the door, closing it quietly behind her.

Turning my head around, I glared at Kelsie. "What's the problem here, Kelsie?" I asked coldly. "Is it my kid? Do you have a problem with my daughter?"

Shaking my head in disgust, I jerked out of my chair and glowered down at her. "If you work for me then you work for them. It's a package deal, sweetheart, – dirty diapers included. If you have a problem with my family then you better tell me now."

"No, Mr. Carter," she whispered, eyes wide and tear-filled.
Dammit, not another crier…
"Of course I don't," she rambled on quickly. "She's a lovely little girl – as is Miss Bennett." Blushing furiously she added, "I apologize if I was abrupt. I have no experience with children or their mechanics."

"Jesus, don't start crying," I groaned, patting her on the shoulder awkwardly, feeling like a tool for making yet another woman cry. Jesus, I needed to rein it in. My head was all over the place lately. Every damn thing was getting on top of me and I needed to get a handle on my temper. "Sorry," I muttered. "I'm...uh, a little on edge lately."

"Well, I'm always here to listen if you need to talk, Mr. Carter," she replied softly as she patted my arm. "As your legal advisor and as your friend."

"Thanks," I said as enthusiastically as I could. "I'll keep that in mind."

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