Broken Free (The Broken Series) (11 page)

Chapter Fifteen

Seth watched Sarah while Dara’s pussy ass boyfriend sat too close to her and flirted. Sarah kept giving Seth worried glances. He’d meant to wink at her, convey she was okay, that he wasn’t upset with her. But then she’d laugh. Blush. Smile. It was all slowly undoing Seth in ways he didn’t really understand.

He waited like a loaded gun for that fucker to cross the line
, hoping and praying he would. One touch. That was the deal he’d made with himself. One touch and that was his ugly lispy ass. Seth sat like a predator on the hunt, watching his kill come closer and closer. Even his dog seemed to sense the rage in Seth, sitting next to the couch, ears perked and alert. Seth knew if he hit the dude, the dog would join in on the fun.   

Dara rattled on and on about bullshit and Seth wasn’t happy with her. He’d sensed it not long after she showed up with this dude
, the emo looking James Dean was merely a tool of trouble. Seth took another gulp of wine, his eyes straying from that bastard to Sarah. She was breath taking at five months pregnant. They hadn’t had sex since that first time here. Hadn’t even kissed. He’d been trying to play cool for Dara’s sake and here she returns the favor with this sack of shit clearly meant to force Seth’s hand.  

“Sarah, why don’t you go get us some drinks
, sweetie?” Dara said.

Sarah obliged
all nods and smiles like a fucking servant that only wanted to do enough to earn a smile of acceptance. It made Seth sick when he saw the desperate need to be loved in Sarah. To do whatever it took. And he was especially sick of watching Dara play it up.

When Sarah was out of ear shot, Seth stood.

“Where are you going, daddy?”

He looked down at her.
“To help the slave girl. Your highness.”

Dara’s face flashed with guilt then something else. Seth didn’t wait to figure it out as he sought out Sarah. He found her in the kitchen and went to her. “I need to talk to you.”

She jerked to him with two glasses in her hand, green eyes wide and beautiful. And innocent. Innocent in ways that a child might be. She didn’t know about the sick human condition. All she knew was she was free and wanted to make a good start in her new life. Make friends for the first time. “They can get their own fucking drinks,” he said, “you’re not their slave.”

She set the glasses down, appearing scolded.
The urge to kiss her was overwhelming. He took her hand and led her through the living room, past a gawking Dara, and into her room. He shut and locked the door then turned to her.

Whatever lecture he planned to give her
about being beautiful and too good for them was lost at seeing the scared look on her face. Images of that dude out there whispering near her ear, came, provoking a surge of insane jealousy. He walked toward her and she walked backward until she hit the far wall.

Seth stopped just before her. He was a head taller than her, and he suddenly felt a strange hunger
to devour her, all of her being, mark it with his lips, his fingers, his body.

He lowered his face to hers, watching her reaction to him. Scared and yet…
something else. Waiting. What was she waiting for? What did she want? He paused with his mouth just next to hers, and her lips parted. Small moans accompanied her rapid breaths.

“Do you like him?” He
fucking had to know.

She shook her head rapidly.

He reached up and stroked his finger along her strong jaw line. Then glided it over her neck, stopping at her fluttering pulse. “You’re scared?”

She nodded rapidly.

He pulled up. “Why are you scared of me?” His voice rasped with pain. His worst nightmare. Her being afraid of him.

Tears filled her eyes and speared Seth’s heart. “Scared…that you will never kiss me again.”

Hunger slammed Seth and he grabbed her face, kissing with that ferocious hunger inside him, gasping and groaning at finally tasting her again, feeling her. Scared he would never kiss her. Fuck yes. Yes.

He trailed his fingers along her body, caressing the baby growing in her belly before reaching under her dress and finding the entrance to her panties. She clung to his neck, kissing and crying at the same time.

When he gently slid his finger inside her wet silk, her crying turned to shocked pleasure, her whimpers to moans. Yes. That was so much better.

“Seth,” she whispered.

He suddenly needed to taste her in the worst way. He stroked her full lips beneath the silky hair. She was wet. “Do you want this?”

“Yes, yes. I need you.”

His cock throbbed in his jeans. “Do you
want
me?”

She nodded again, agony across her brow. “Want you. Want you to…”

He wanted to make slow love to her. With his lips and tongue. “Want me to what. Say it. I need to hear how you want me. I need to hear it in your sweet voice.” The words gushed.

“Kiss…
this.”

Oh fuck, yes. That’s what he wanted to hear.
He worked one finger between her lips and barely stroked her clit. “Kiss you here?”

“Yes, yes,” she cried. “Want you to kiss
this. Make me feel so good, feel so love.”

“Oh God,” he whispered
, dropping to his knees. He lowered her panties to her ankles and lifted one leg out of them then held her freed leg tight to the wall. How many times he’d wanted to kiss her there. It was forbidden to him to do. Others had done it to her but not him. He wasn’t allowed. He had hated that. Once they found out he liked her, they used that to hurt him. And her. Neither of them were allowed to put their mouth on each other. Everybody else did. And they had to watch. And if there was anything he’d ever wanted to do to her, it was that. Kiss her there. Tenderly. Softly. To show his love. To show his sorrow. To show his need to make it all better. Make her feel good. 

He placed soft kisses on it. “You don’t know how long I wanted to kiss you here.”

She gasped, holding his head. “Want you to,” she cried, “think of you when they…”

“Shhhhh,” he licked up her folds and she gasped. “You thought of me,” he whispered. “When they took what was mine.”

“Yes,” she moaned, thrusting her hips toward him.

He carefully worked his lips between hers and kissed tenderly, letting the surface of his tongue press
against her swollen gem. He reached up and caressed her breast and moaned when she lowered her dress to accommodate him. His fingers moved to the slow motion of his tongue, his lips nestled and pressed into her most intimate secrets. All his now. She was so silky. He opened her folds with his hand and she raked her fingers in his hair. She began to move on his mouth with those sounds, those new sounds. Desire. Real desire. He increased his efforts, wanting more of it, flicking his tongue on the tip of her clit, loving the shudder it drew from her body. Loving the way her fingers dug into his scalp matching the erotic undulation of her hips.

“Seth!”

“Mmm.” Yes. He licked with a steady intensity at hearing her beautiful release coming, sliding his finger carefully into her and moving in and out, keeping it shallow and delicate.

“Seth!”

He gave another groan on her, assaulting her gem with a relentless hunger, fingering her faster. Her every breath was a desperate moan now, getting louder and sharper until it peaked and she broke. Seth knew it was likely her first real orgasm that way. One she could enjoy fully. With no regret and shame. And Seth never loved anything so much. To feel her break right on
his
mouth that way. To have her cry out
his
name.  

  Not until she shuddered her very last did he kiss his way up her body, raising the hem of her dress as he went. When he stood before her fully, she lifted her arms and he removed the dress entirely. No bra. He lowered his head and devoured the erect pink tips, gently holding her breasts in his hands, feeling her with his tongue and lips, listening to the sweet Spanish sounds it produced. “My Sarah,” he whispered on her before putting his forehead to hers, winded. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I am yours.” The whimper accompanied her hands fighting to open his jeans. He closed his eyes at what he knew she wanted. She wanted to kiss him now. The way he’d kissed her. Seth helped her get his pants off.

“Need to kiss you,” she whispered, pushing him toward the bed.

He sat, and she knelt between his legs, taking hold of him. Seth leaned back, his hands braced on the bed as she kissed along his length, small soft kisses. The sight of her doing that burned into his mind, burned right over the nightmares of his past. She kissed the very top and her tongue slid out and licked him. “Baby,” he gasped, rolling his hips. “Suck me, suck all of me.”

She suddenly rose up and kissed him, held his face and really kissed him. “I’m going to make you feel so good.” A sexy, sweet, tenderness filled every emphatic word
before she dropped back down and devoured his entire length with a hunger that devastated him. He was soon pumping his hips, hissing and gasping as she moaned so fucking sweetly on his cock.

There were suddenly so many things he had to have. Like her
riding him.

He pulled her up with a gasp and kissed her as he laid back with her on the bed. “I want you to make love to me,” he said. “Sit on me.”

She hurried to comply and soon Seth was holding her waist and watching her ride him. How long he’d wanted that. Her in control. Her willingly making love to him.

“You’re so beautiful.” He slid his hands up and down her waist. “I love you.”

Sarah gasped and fell forward, kissing him, moving over him until she was crying out in his mouth.

When the fire in his groin grew unbearable, Seth threw his head back.
“God, yes,” he growled. She continued to kiss him while he came, whispering, “I love you, I love you,” right in his mouth.

Seth had never been so fulfilled by anything.

Chapter Sixteen

   Daniel signaled Seth to the kitchen at seeing him emerge from the hallway leading to Sarah’s room. Oh. Sarah right behind him. Nice. Bout damn time.

“I think Dara is up to something,” Daniel muttered to Seth when he finally got close enough.

“You
think?”
He followed Sarah with his eyes as she went to the refrigerator. “That hip hop version of Joe Jonas is about to get carved before the turkey if he makes the mistake of putting one finger on her. I’m thinking no front teeth might help that lisp of his.”

“Dude,” Daniel whispered, trying not to laugh, “Who is he anyway, where does a woman from Romania find a guy in America so quickly?”

“The internet,” he said dryly, “she’s been dating.”

“Oh shhhhhit, the internet? Are you kidding? I don’t want her bringing internet trash over here.”

“You and me both.” Seth turned and picked up a random glass of wine. “When do you think your old man is coming?”

“My old man, he’s yours too.”

Seth shook his head and popped one of Sofia’s bite sized sugar cookie balls in his mouth. “Don’t claim him.”

“Neither do I.”

At Seth’s confused look, Daniel realized his brother really had no clue how bad their dad was. That he was just like their uncle. He also realized in that second that Seth didn’t really know what Daniel had endured growing up either. He was suddenly torn between protecting his brother from more ugly truths and sharing the agony with him. But Seth looked up to Daniel, saw him as an example of normalcy. Maybe he didn’t want to ruin that. But was it right to let him think he’d been fucked to help pay for his education? That was just sick. And yet Daniel knew it helped Seth to feel important. And needed. Like it all wasn’t for nothing. Images of Seth’s sad little mouth brought tears flooding Daniel’s eyes and he turned and hugged his brother, so glad he was there.

“You okay bro?”

Daniel couldn’t let go of him. “Yeah man.” He patted his back and held his head. “I’m good now that you’re back.”

Daniel stepped away and smiled, jutting his chin at Seth. “You got that smile.”

Seth beamed and turned red. “What smile?”

“That one, man.” Daniel busted out laughing
when it grew bigger.

“Looks like yours?” Seth laughed back.

“Probably.”

A few seconds later,
Seth grew slowly serious. “You know he came to see me about a week before I got out?”

Daniel’s insides slowly tensed. “Did he.” Seth nodded
, keeping his eye on him till he felt uncomfortable. What had the bastard told him? “And?”

Seth shrugged. “It was weird.”

“I imagine.”

“I mean
, I felt nothing for him. No anger, no remorse. Just nothing. Like an empty box.” Seth met his gaze and Daniel wasn’t sure what he saw in it.

“Lucky you?” Daniel offered in answer to whatever Seth needed to hear.

“What happened with you two? I would think…” He shrugged and his mouth tightened into that crooked tough boy line. “You don’t seem…like you like him, so I was just…you know wondering.”

Daniel had the sudden feeling that maybe Seth was glad they didn’t get along. Maybe he was glad, like Daniel, to just have his brother. And
it was fine if that was all the memories they ever had. He hoped.

“Where’s Sarah?” Seth suddenly asked, peering around the living room.

“Maybe she went…” Daniel noticed Romeo was gone. Apparently Seth had noticed too and was already headed toward the far end of the living room leading to the other side of the house. Daniel made his way to Dara and Sofia in the corner to find out what was going on. Judging by the up and down exasperated Romanian, Sofia had hit a nerve.

Daniel was suddenly hit with a prison time sensation. The thought of losing his brother over some dumb bullshit propelled him toward that hallway he’d disappeared in. He went to the bathroom door and knocked then heard banging in the bedroom and flew down the hall.

He threw open the door. “Oh shit,” Daniel gasped, clenching his eyes shut.

“Lock that will you bro?” Seth muttered.

“On it buddy.” Daniel locked the door and shut it with a grin. Now if that wasn’t the perfect picture of love, her straddled on his waist up against the wall. Relief flooded him as he headed back to the living room. Hmm. He needed to try that with Sofia. She’d been so very obliging in sex but it was always a struggle. A struggle to breathe of all things. Always made him feel like a monster torturing a pregnant woman, rotating her in various positions like food on a fucking grill, stabbing at her with his cruel and forever erect, cock-fork. She seemed to have a hard time with any position for long with the baby sitting on her diaphragm. But it did make for great sex jokes so they at least got laughs out of it.

Daniel re-entered the living room and froze to find his father hugging his wife.
Motherfuck, here we go.
Daniel had already promised Sofia he’d
try
to pretend things were normal. She also said she’d understand if he couldn’t pull of the charade, and that alone had given him strength and courage to try. But seeing the bastard now, he wasn’t so sure. His insides became possessed with his past, and nausea set in almost immediately. Killing him was suddenly not the issue he’d worried about. Not embarrassing himself with a psychotic breakdown was.

As he approached, Daniel stopped in mid-stride at seeing her. The urge to run, nearly overwhelmed him just as Sofia turned and hurried to his side. He gripped her tightly and stood there, fighting to be normal.

“Honey, it’s your dad and his
wife.
”

Wife? God. His muscles refused to cooperate and he remained locked to the floor and speechless at seeing the two of them together. Disgust rolled through him as his body produced intimate sexual memories, dumping a shit load of guilt and shame. He suddenly felt naked and on display for their perverted whims. What would it be this time? He never knew, he only knew he’d hate it. And like it.

“Honey, I’m here,” Sofia whispered. “You’re free.”

You’re free.

The words snapped him back to reality. His new reality, his new life, his wife, his child, his brother.
His
home.
His
day
his
family,
his
fucking everything, not theirs. Never theirs. Never again.

Daniel reached a hand out and shook his father’s hand. “Lucas.” He even managed to nod at the woman. “Deborah.”

“Well look at you handsome, you done growed up on me.”

“Yes he did!” Sofia grabbed Daniel’s face and pulled his mouth to hers and kissed him then yanked him away from the two sad excuses for humans. “Let me introduce you to the family,” Sofia said loudly, doing a good job of drowning the nightmare introduction. “Gammie, this is Daniel and Seth’s father, and his lovely wife Deborah.”

Daniel’s skin crawled and he stifled a shiver at the disgusting term for the woman and man.

Rachel looked up from the recliner at Sofia. “Why the hell did you buy me hearing aids if you’re gonna holler like that?”

“You don’t need to get up Gammie,” Sofia said.

“Nonsense, I’m tired of sitting here.” Daniel hurried to help her stand and she smiled at him. “It’s nice to finally meet the people responsible for such a fine young man as Daniel.”
Once on her feet, Rachel held a shaky hand out toward the bastard.

His father raised her hand and kissed it and Daniel bit back a smirk.

“Oh, now I see where he gets his charm.”

His father winked at her and gave a raucous laugh that only Daniel could despise. Oh wait, the look on Sofia’s face said she couldn’t appreciate it either. That made Daniel’s day. He pulled Sofia close to him, needing to feel the realness of her. She put her arm around his waist and held him tight, like she knew he were dangling from a cliff.

  “This is my friend Dara, from Romania,” Sofia sang, gesturing to her. “And her friend Jay.”

Both of them stood and said hello, then Dara began rattling. “I see where Daniel gets his good looks.” She sashayed over and presented her hand and his father played the perfect
satanic gentleman.

The rest of the family finally showed up and Daniel was thrilled to meet Sofia’s
family that could make it. Only one of her sisters, Stacey, and her brother James. James came with a girlfriend…Amelia? Amanda? Close enough. And Stacey was alone. Single, Sofia had told him when he’d suggested they invite her. Just in the little bit of questioning he’d managed about her sister, Daniel sensed rivalry of some sort. A light tone of it played in the background of her voice whenever she spoke about Stacey. Which was hardly ever. Daniel had planned to gently pry but never seemed to get around to it. Now he definitely would at seeing how insecure Sofia was with Stacey. For Daniel, it made it all the more fun to spoil her and prove his love to her. A silly thing to enjoy, but God, did he ever.

For the rest of the day, he treated Sofia like a goddess, rubbing her feet, getting her drinks, food,
massaging her shoulders, kissing her hand, holding her in his lap, following her around like they were joined at the hip. She loved it. But not as much as he did. He could literally see the less-than girl being replaced by a glowing, beautiful, confident woman. What a priceless gift to be able to give her.

He felt kind of bad for her sister after a while. She couldn’t seem to hide her envy.
And when she cracked the comment about Sofia being flat as a board through all of puberty, Daniel cut it down with
and now she’s a goddess.

Daniel decided he’d better pull back a tad bit. Didn’t want to incite a jealous riot. He was convinced the turbulent waters under their little sibling bridge had to do with boy troubles. He’d definitely have to ask.

They finally managed to sit down to eat at around two-ish. Sofia did a superb job of playing bossy pregnant uncompromising mother-to-be, seating everybody exactly where she wanted them. Daniel at the head of the table, his father at the other with tons of shit blocking his view of him. He was suddenly overwhelmingly grateful she’d insisted on that ginormous centerpiece. It would be in the way, he’d said. He was right. And it was perfect. He might actually get to eat some of the food if he didn’t have to see his father.

Rachel was on his immediate left, then Stacey, and Sarah and Seth. Sofia was on his right with her brother James and his girlfriend…Alice? next. Then it was Dara and doofus next to Lucifer and his demoness.  

Oddly, the chatter that followed was cheerful. There was laughter. Talk of football. Talk of pregnancies.

“Wow, that’s amazing all three of you are pregnant,” Stacey said.

Mass agreement ensued as Daniel watched Sofia eat. He was forced to only watch, she’d refused to let him feed her. “I’m not a baby,” she’d whined while giving him that
don’t stop adoring me
smile. His sweet wife carrying their child…she was very much so his baby.  And oh how he loved that she craved food. She had no real idea what a huge perverted turn on it was for him. He watched her mouth, waiting for her tongue to show up for that occasional sexy sweep of her lips. He knew it was sick that he got off to her pregnancy food cravings, but there was just something extra sexy about it. Maybe he felt responsible for it. He liked that. And he was sitting there with a hard on, wanting to lick the food from her mouth while fingering her slowly.

Daniel shifted in his seat, needing more room in his pants. Sofia finally smiled and glanced his way with a knowing look. Then she started doing that tease. Like she’d done that first night at his table. Only not so obvious but enough that he knew. Slow licks across her
lips…sucking it. Leaving her tongue out and poised while she loaded her fork. Then staring at him while she chewed.

He nodded his head right, inviting her away from the table.

She narrowed her gaze like it would be rude to leave then furrowed them in compassion when he made a painful face.

He took up his glass of wine and
winked to let her know he wasn’t really going to die. Literally. Then he downed the contents.

Sofia smiled and proceeded to polish off her plate in sheer joy. They had made a deal that she could eat whatever she wanted today. And secretly, he was as excited as she was about it. His poor darling had been sneaking into the kitchen at night for naughty snacks. Daniel was planning to bust her soon. He wanted her to think she was safe. It was all part of an elaborate plan to gain footage for his surprise scrap book movie. It was hilarious that she thought he’d buy junk food for anybody besides her. Or that she thought he didn’t know it was there.

Tomorrow was the last doctor appointment before they began doing the once a week appointments. Daniel was ready to throw a part for every leg of the journey. He wanted to throw her a surprise baby shower but how would he do that with two other pregnant women in the house due damn near the same time? Then Sofia ruined it by asking him to throw Dara and Sarah a party since she had everything she needed. He had to figure out how to get around that bullshit. He’d talk to her about it tomorrow on the way to the doctor’s appointment.