The Broken by Ker Dukey Page B

affection. He didn’t show love.”
    “You were
loved, Sammy. I wish you didn’t feel hollow. I would have given
anything to fill your emptiness with love.”
    His eyes hold a
sheen. “Then why Danny? I don’t understand what happened.”
    A tear escapes
my eye. “I can’t tell you, Sammy. It’s so complicated and it’s not
just about me. I have to protect Blay.”
    His eyes
question me and I understand why. I roll him on to his back and
smash my lips to his. He doesn’t move at first, but then his hands
come up to my waist. He flips us so he’s above me, and looks into
my eyes before he slowly brings his lips back down to mine. His
tongue slips out to stroke mine; I groan and tug his hair. He
reaches for my hands and brings them above my head as he rains
kisses down my face to my neck, but he’s being too gentle and my
heart rate begins to jump for the wrong reasons. I lift my head up
and sink my teeth into his shoulder. He gasps, and looks up at
me.
    “Let me make
love to you, River.”
    His hand slowly
glides down and grasps behind my knee, lifting my leg to his waist.
He grinds gently forward, his erection pushing against my sex. His
lips trace my chin and neck, and a tear slips from my eyes.
    “I can’t do
that with you, Sammy. It’s what he does.”
    Pain and hurt
pour from his eyes, then anger takes its place. “Fine then let’s
fuck!”
    He sits up,
rips down my sweats, unbuttons his jeans and plunges straight into
me, hard. I scream out from the rough intrusion, but moan in the
next breath.
    “Yeah, you like
it hard, Twink.”
    He plunges back
and forth, sweat beading on his forehead. He flips our positions so
I’m straddling his hips.
    “Fucking ride
my hard dick, River!”
    He tears my top
away from my skin, shedding it like an animal. His fingertips find
my hard nipple; he pinches, making me scream in pleasure and pain.
I lean forward to get better friction and raise my hips over him,
fucking him with everything I have. My inner walls squeeze his
length; I rake my hands down his torso leaving my mark on him. He
upsurges, taking a nipple into his mouth, biting down and making me
come all over his shaft. He tilts me back, grabbing my ankles and
tilting me until I’m flush against the floor. He clutches my waist,
lifting and pulling me on to him over and over until he explodes
inside me, leaving us both panting. We lay there for a while, our
laboured breaths the only sound filling the air. We’re naked and
still joined together.
    “So you love
him, then?”
    His question
throws me. “Who?”
    He laughs and I
feel his cock jerk inside me. “Who? Danny, that’s who.”
    He slips from
my body, pulling his jeans back on and buttoning them up. I feel
the sorrow creep back into my veins.
    “I have only
ever loved one guy other than Blaydon, and he isn’t Danny.”
    Confusion
flashes in his beautiful eyes, and then he leans down, kisses my
forehead and leaves me alone. I notice light streaming from the
kitchen window and rush to pull myself together before Blaydon
opens the back door.
    “Hey, sis,” he
calls out.
    I smile. “Hey.
You okay?”
    He shudders and
scrubs his palms over his eyes. “I’ve run out of pills. Maria took
my stash. She was gone when I woke up.”
    My fists
clench. “How many times are you going to let her play you,
Blay?”
    He flinches
from my verbal assault. “She helps me forget.”
    “I thought
that’s what the pills were for.”
    His sad, lost
eyes plead with me to understand. “They’re for sleeping. I can’t
fucking sleep in peace without them. He haunts me in the shadows,
Riv.”
    He looks so
young and fragile, and my heart bleeds for him. I want to scream
into the night, I want to crawl inside him and pull out all the
darkness that’s taken him hostage. I know what he means about the
shadows haunting him, because he haunts me there, too.
    “Blay, come on.
I’ll lie with you.”
    I walk him to
his room and lie next to him on the bed. He’s sweating