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  “This girl. She must really mean a lot to you for you to go through all this trouble.”

  “You have no idea.”

  And he didn't.

  Chapter 57

  Scotty

  The two finals weeks went by like a whirlwind. I didn't see Nick that much during those two weeks, aside from seeing him at work, because I didn't have his classes that week, and he had a proctor come in to administer his exams. Finally, on the 20th, I had my last paper to hand in, and I was able to take a breather. Those two weeks were tough, between working my job and drafting ever more demanding projects there and trying to get every last bit of studying, researching and writing in, so I had to admit that it was quite a relief to get it all behind me.

  It was also a relief that Shane was summarily fired. Nick made sure of it, although he didn't tell the partners exactly why. No questions were asked, though. They pretty much just fired Shane because Nick wanted them to. Nick was that powerful in the firm.

  Finally, my head was able to think of something other than designs and researching. So, when I got to work that day, I made sure that Nick knew that it was time for me to let loose a little bit.

  “Well, Scotty, I'm glad that you let me know that you're free. Actually, though, I was wondering if you don't mind waiting for us to be alone until Christmas Eve. I'd love to have you over at my loft and we can make things special.”

  “Sure,” I said. Actually, that was ok, because Jack was chomping at the bit to go out that weekend, so I didn't mind that I wouldn't be seeing Nick until Christmas Eve.

  So, Jack and I went out drinking that weekend, and, on Christmas Eve, Nick came to pick me up to take me to his loft.

  “Now that you're my girl, I really don't want cold, impersonal limo rides to my place,” he explained as he opened the passenger door of his Jag. “And I have a surprise for you.”

  I got into the warm leather seat, and Nick immediately put his hand in my hair and kissed me passionately. “God, I've missed you. I mean, we've seen each other at work, but I've been dying to get you alone. Just you and me.”

  I felt butterflies when he said that. About a million butterflies. I looked at my hands, and saw how much they were shaking. Yet, at the same time, I felt calm. Serene. Like I was right where I was supposed to be. It was right with Nick. I could just feel it.

  I hadn't had the money to really buy Nick much for Christmas, so I actually knitted something for him in my spare time. It was a scarf and hat, and I was able to get it done the previous Sunday, as I didn't see Nick and my finals and everything was over by then. I hoped that he understood that this gift was meaningful.

  When I got to the loft, I smelled something cooking. Nick's loft was decorated beautifully, with an enormous Christmas tree that was in the corner of the room, and the tree had about a million lights and ornaments. I looked out the window, and snow had just begun to fall. There was soft Christmas music on in the background.

  “And what is your surprise?” I asked.

  “Uh, actually, the surprise is that I made dinner tonight. Probably for the first time in my life.”

  I looked at him, and then felt like I was going to burst out laughing. He looked so sweet, and so much like a little boy who was dying to please me. I felt like his making dinner was a big deal, because he obviously felt like it was.

  “That's very sweet,” I said. “What did you make?”

  “Veal Osso Bucco,” he said. “You don't understand, Scotty. I don't do this for anyone. Not ever. I've actually been practicing my cooking skills the past week or so. I burned quite a few things along the way. I even had to call Ryan several times to get pointers, because that guy is a mean cook, let me tell you.”

  That was when I knew how much I meant to him, and his cooking for me touched me like nothing else possibly could. So, I went up to him, and wrapped my arms around him. “Thank you, Nick. That's probably the nicest thing that anybody has ever done for me.”

  Then we kissed, lightly, gently. He wrapped his strong arms around me, then started gently stroking my hair as our kiss became ever more passionate and urgent. I could immediately feel his hardness again as he leaned into me.

  “Uh, let's quit for now,” he said. “Or we might not make it past dinner, and I've worked too hard on this meal to pass it up.”

  “I agree,” I said. “I can't wait to taste it!”

  Nick got out a bottle of wine and poured me a glass and also one for himself. He brought out the salad, which was a simple Caesar salad, and proudly announced that he made the dressing himself. “Egg yolk, olive oil, anchovies, Parmesan cheese and garlic,” he said. “And a little lemon and Worcestershire.”

  I smiled and bit into the salad. “Very nice, Nick,” I said. “Probably the best Caesar salad I've had.”

  “Right,” he said. “You don't have to blow smoke up my ass. I'm already in love with you. But thanks.”

  “No, really. It's very good.” And it was. It was almost perfect.

  Then the main course, Veal Osso Bucco. This seemed to be an amazingly difficult dish for an amateur cook. It involved a lot of fresh herbs and fresh vegetables and a Dutch Oven. He served it with a side of potato gnocchi, and a broccoli casserole.

  It actually was delicious. I smiled, because I was apprehensive about Nick's ability to pull something like this off. “This is a ten,” I said, digging in. “This is really, really excellent.”

  “You're not just saying that?”

  “No. I'm being totally serious. It's really good.”

  “So, do you think I should quit my day job and open up a restaurant?” he asked with a smile.

  “Well, the architectural world would be losing a genius if you did that, so no.”

  At that, he got up out of his seat and kissed my forehead. “And now, for the dessert.”

  He brought out a crème brulee, lighting the top of it with a lighter. This, too, was delicious, and seemed to have a level of difficulty beyond that of somebody who had never before cooked.

  “This has all been amazing,” I said. “How did you learn all this?”

  “It wasn't a problem,” he said. “I just didn't let it defeat me. I never let things defeat me.”

  “That's an admirable trait,” I said.

  Then he got up again and gave me his hand. “Dance with me,” he said.

  We got up and danced slowly around the room to Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas and other songs. He sang softly in my ear, and then whispered “I'm so happy you're here. This is going to be the best Christmas ever.”

  “Oh, I agree,” I said, although it would be difficult for this Christmas with him to not be the best Christmas ever. After all, prior to this, I've had nothing. Nothing special for Christmas. No presents, except for when I lived with Mr. Lucas, and I couldn't enjoy the presents then. No special person. Nothing.

  Now, I seemed to have it all. A special guy who loved me. I couldn't ask for more.

  At some point, Nick started kissing me, slowly, while we danced. I caught my breath, wanting to savor this moment. He tasted of crème brulee, and his lips were so very gentle. He was actually a great kisser. A magnetic kisser. I felt everything in my body stand at attention – everything seemed tingly to me.

  My heart was pounding out of my chest, as I realized that, quite possibly, tonight would be the night. The night when I would make love for the very first time. Make love, not be raped. There was a world of difference to me, so I felt that I would be losing my virginity.

  I was very nervous, to put it mildly, but also very excited.

  “Scotty,” he whispered. “What are you thinking?”

  “Just that, I, uh, very much want you to make love to me tonight.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes. I've thought of little else these past few weeks. I didn't think that I'd be ready for something like that for a long time. But I realized that you would do anything for me, and that you are in my life to protect me, not to hurt me. I realized that when you s
aved me from Shane and from losing my job. So, I'm very nervous. Don't get me wrong. But I think that I'm ready.”

  Nick nodded. “This isn't very romantic, but needs to be said. I got checked out this week. I'm in the clear. But I'm sure that we still need to use condoms anyhow, because I would imagine that you, uh, are not using anything.”

  “No, I'm not,” I said. “To be honest, I never thought that I would ever have a need for that. Until recently.”

  “Ok,” he said. “We'll go slow. I don't want to hurt you.”

  At that, he went to his couch and motioned for me to join him. Once again, I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, almost, I was so nervous. I sat down next to him, and he gently put his hand in my hair and kissed me. Then he said “I'm not going to make any moves without asking first. And you need to tell me if you're feeling uncomfortable. Remember, I can be a very patient man when I want to be. So, don't feel pressured.”

  “I don't,” I said. “I feel that this is right, like I have never thought anything was right in my life.”

  Nick took a deep breath. Then he started kissing me again and gently put his hand on my stomach. “Is it ok if I touch your breasts?” he asked. He had before, the first time that we made out, but apparently he had to make sure that I was still ok with it. I nodded my head, and he gently lifted up my top and unhooked my bra. He slowly ran his hand over my breasts, and then unbuttoned his own shirt. I gulped, and put my hands on his magnificent torso. He was so smooth and so toned and taut, like he spent his lifetime running and lifting weights. Sheer perfection.

  We ran our hands over each other's chest areas for awhile. My hands were wandering around his firm pecs and onto his even firmer back. I ran my hands over his muscular arms, and kissed his neck. He was doing the same – running his hands over my back, waist and breasts, and then he gently ran his hand through my hair, and, every so once in awhile, he would rub my cheek with the back of his hand while looking into my eyes.

  After a little while, I decided to get friskier with him. I unbuttoned my pants and slipped them down. Then I grabbed ahold of his belt and unbuckled it, before unzipping his pants and taking them off of him. I laid down on the couch, and Nick's hands ran from my calves to my thighs. Then he started to gently massage my legs, and whispered “I'd like to explore your thighs with my tongue.”

  I nodded my head, as he firmly and gently ran his tongue on my inner thigh. I could feel his lips sucking on my skin just a little, and he bit me tenderly as well. His hands were working on the outside of my legs, while he licked and sucked the inside of my thighs. I put my legs around his neck, and then I could feel his mouth making its way further up.

  “Sweety,” he said. “Please let me know if anything I'm doing is making you uncomfortable. I'd like to take your panties off now and explore, if you let me.”

  By then, I would have let him do anything at all. I was so engrossed with how I was feeling about him kissing and licking my thighs, and the way that his commanding hands were caressing my legs, that he could do anything to me. I was feeling things that I had never felt before. There were tingles and electricity that was flowing through my body. I started to moan, as Nick removed my panties.

  Then his tongue was on my clitoris, and it was probably the most amazing sensation that I had ever felt in my entire life. He took his time, as his tongue was slowly circling my clitoris, then he started to lick and suck inside of me. My breathing started coming harder and harder, and I could feel my legs start to shake. Nick was still gently, yet firmly, concentrating on allowing his tongue to explore my clitoris and vagina, and then his hands gently lifted up my butt off of the couch, and he gently put his fingers inside my rear. He pressed down, and then put one of his fingers on his other hand inside of my vagina.

  I felt the energy that I felt before, but stronger this time, build from my vagina area and spread throughout my body. I felt like my entire body was tingling with pleasure, and I started moaning and breathing heavier and heavier. I briefly felt like I would lose consciousness, because I was so completely engrossed and feeling a sense of extreme joy. Also, my breathing was so heavy, I was almost hyperventilating.

  Then, my heart really started to race as Nick gently whispered in my ear “are you ready for me, Scotty? Please tell me if you aren't. We can stop.”

  “No, Nick,” I said. “I want you to make love to me.”

  I heard him sigh heavily, and then he unwrapped a condom and slipped it on. And then I could feel his enormous manhood at my opening. I let out my breath so that I could relax, but, it was painful at first. Very painful. I was completely wet, though, so the pain lasted only briefly. As he slowly and gently slipped his penis in and out, he started kissing me passionately, and I had an even more powerful orgasm than the last one. This orgasm lasted for what seemed like forever, but was probably only a few minutes, but this feeling was still unlike any other I had felt before. Nick's hands were on my breasts and moved to my waist and then he was running his hands through my hair.

  Nick took his time. He was slow and patient and very tender. He rhythmically moved inside of me, but never really picked up speed. He said to me in a low voice “are you ok? Are you feeling comfortable? Please tell me if I'm hurting you.”

  I just shook my head. It was amazing to me that I was so relaxed and felt so free. I never thought that I could let a man make love to me, after all that I had been through, but I trusted Nick so implicitly that I let myself go. “No, you aren't hurting me. That feels incredible,” I said as he slipped in and out of me in a slow but rhythmic manner. “Please, please keep going.”

  He continued to make love to me, slowly and patiently for the better part of an hour. Then I heard him groan and shake, and then he laid down on top of me. He was breathing extremely heavily, and so was I by that point. And then he kissed me tenderly and brushed a tendril of my hair to the side. He kissed my forehead. “God, you are so beautiful,” he said. “Do you know how beautiful you are?”

  I shook my head. Truth be told, I had heard that all my life by various men, but I figured that each of them wanted in my pants, so I never paid them any mind. But, somehow, Nick telling me that made me actually feel, well, beautiful. I looked at him and smiled. His eyes were so blue that I had a hard time looking at him for any period of time, and I honestly thought that I had never seen a face as handsome as his was right at that moment.

  He continued to stroke my face and kiss my cheek and forehead lightly. Then he was kissing my lips again, more insistent this time than before. His hand reached down on my breast again, and his lips were on my nipples, biting and sucking them gently yet firmly. But he sighed and moved off of me. “I want to make love to you again, but I think that you've probably had enough for the night. We have the rest of our lives to explore each other and make love to one another, so there's no need to go there again tonight.”

  He was probably right. He was huge and I hadn't had sex in so long that it did hurt, and I was sore. But, at the same time, feeling him inside me was a feeling that I never thought that I could ever have. As if somehow I was complete for the first time. I never thought that a part of me was missing, but now I realized that I did have something missing. When Nick made love to me, it felt like that part of me was melded to my soul, so that I felt perfect and whole.

  So, I casually but insistently let him know that I was ready to go again. I put my hand on his erect penis, and stroked it. Then I nervously put my lips on the head of his manhood and licked it lightly. He groaned as I continued down his shaft. I tried not to remember all the times that I was forced to do this to Mr. Lucas, and how he instructed me on how to do it right. How he made me watch porn movies with him, so that I could learn how it was done. Those thoughts briefly entered my mind, but I willed them away. This was a different thing. Nick loved me and I loved him. He was not overpowering me, or taking advantage of my smallness, youth and fear. He wasn't threatening me the way that Mr. Lucas did. Everything that Mr. Lucas was, Nick was the opposite, so
I sucked him without apprehension.

  Nick stroked the back of my neck, and then said “I want to make love to you again. Are you ok if I do that?”

  I nodded my head and said nothing. So Nick moved on top of me and entered me again. This time, there was no pain, so there was only pleasure. And I came almost immediately when he started to thrust his manhood rhythmically inside of me. He made love to me more forcefully this time, but he still had an overall level of tenderness. But there was definitely more passion the second time around, as I was less a girl who was losing her virginity and more a woman who was ready to lose herself in utter abandon.

  After we made love the second time, Nick said “will you spend the night with me in my bed?”

  “Of course,” I said, thinking that if I was going to spend the night in Nick's bed, I might never want to leave.

  That night, neither of us got much sleep. We explored each other's bodies in a very leisurely and longing fashion. When we climbed the stairs and I laid down on his glorious California king, Nick immediately started kissing me everywhere. He started with my toes and feet and worked his way up. “I want to make sure that I cover every inch of you with my tongue,” he said, and he did. I did the same to him. We made love again and again that night, and, every time was better.

  We simply could not keep each our hands off of one another that night.

  Chapter 58

  The next day was Christmas, and I nervously anticipated presenting Nick with my gifts. We had spent the previous night making love, so both of us were exhausted, but I still was also excited that I would be spending Christmas Day with him.

  Nick made French Toast and orange juice with turkey bacon. “Cooking for the second time,” he said with a smile. “If this doesn't show you how whipped I am about you, I don't know what will.”

  I smiled back and took a sip of my juice. Nick had a dreamy look on his face, his eyes half closed in a lazy grin. His hair was askew and he was dressed only in his boxer shorts. I just stared at his torso longingly. It was the first time that I was able to truly appraise him and his beautiful body, and just take him in. Every muscle in his chest and abs were defined and ripped. His arms were muscular and strong. His chest tapered into his narrow waist and well-toned legs. I studied him and my eyes made their way to his chiseled face. His full, rose-bud lips and strong jawline. His blue eyes, which were looking at me with absolute depths of love right at the moment.