Broken & Torn (Emerald Falls #1)

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LYLA

T he orgasm Parker gave me while I rode his face had been explosive. I’ve never come so hard in my life and I swear I saw stars.

The fact that I’m still horny as hell, pussy pulsing, begging to be filled, is something I’ve never experienced. Usually I was lucky to get even one orgasm, never having experienced multiple. I sense that will change tonight.

Parker throws me down on the bed roughly and I let out a yelp, followed by a giggle.

“Impatient, are we?”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he chides. “I’ve been waiting to know what it would feel like to be inside of you. I’m a patient man, but I’m no saint. My patience is worn and I’m going to fill you with my cock over and over, until you’re satisfied and spent.”

My heart beats harder within my chest and I need him inside of me, now.

“Parker, I need you.”

“I know, baby. You’ll have me. But do you remember what I told you?”

I quirk a brow, not knowing what he’s referring to.

“I told you I wanted you begging me for my cock, and I never go back on my word. ”

I let out a frustrated groan as he teases my entrance with his cock, slowly moving himself through my slit. He’s coating himself in the moisture that lingers there and feeling him this close is driving me mad. I writhe beneath him, matching his movements and rubbing my pussy along his shaft.

“Please, Parker.”

He smirks. “Please, what? Use your words, Lyla.”

“Please fuck me.” Another stroke across my clit and I plead. “Please, I need to feel you.”

He gives me a wicked, victorious smile before centering himself with my entrance.

“Fuck, I don’t have a condom.”

“It’s okay, I have an IUD and I’m clean.”

“Are you sure? I’m clean too, I got checked in August and I haven’t been with anyone since.”

“Wait.” My brain fumbles. “You haven’t been with anybody since you met me?”

His gaze softens and he whispers, “No, I haven’t.”

We stare into each other’s eyes, a silent question held within mine.

He sighs. “You have flooded my thoughts ever since we met, Lyla. I didn’t want anybody else.”

A tear escapes me and he tenderly wipes it away with the pad of his thumb. This man is so enchanted by me, despite hating me at first, that he hadn’t had sex in about three months. Even when we drove each other crazy, even when we became friends and fooled ourselves into thinking this wouldn’t happen. Something about his dedication to me is causing my chest to constrict and I’ve never felt so cherished by another person.

“Please,” I whimper.

We both hold our breath and I close my eyes, bracing for him to push inside of me.

“Eyes on me, baby.”

My eyes open upon his command and he drops his forehead to mine. Inch by inch, he fills me, giving me a moment to adjust before pushing in further. I whimper as I feel him twitch inside of me and finally, with one last thrust, I feel him hit my G spot. I gasp, never having felt the sensation before and his lips capture mine as a breathy moan escapes me. He tenderly starts moving, carefully pulling out before plunging back in. He rocks above me and begins picking up the pace. I wrap my calves around the backs of his thighs and pull him closer, driving him deeper.

“Fuck.” He pulls away from my mouth. “You feel like heaven, Lyla.”

I mewl as he shoves into me, faster and harder with each thrust. The sensation is almost too much, yet not enough, and I feel myself making a mess all over his cock. He pulls out and straightens his spine before gripping my waist and flipping me onto my stomach. Then, he pulls me up so I’m on all fours.

“Grab onto the headboard and spread your legs. I want to see how wet that pretty little pussy is for me.”

I lift my butt into the air and spread my knees further apart and Parker’s hand runs itself down my spine, eliciting a shiver.

“I’m going to fuck you hard now, Lyla, and you’re going to come all over my cock.”

I push myself against his erection and he laughs.

“So impatient,” he jokingly scolds me.

“Parker, please. I need more.”

Suddenly, I feel him push in aggressively to the hilt and I cry out.

When he said he was going to fuck me hard, he was very serious. His hips pound into the backs of my thighs relentlessly, but the pain only makes my arousal grow. We’re panting, sweating, and moaning, and I can feel myself beginning to clench around him.

“Oh, god. I’m going to come,” I say breathlessly.

Parker pulls me up so my back is against his chest, driving himself deeper and I feel my pussy starting to pulse. Parker’s hands leave my waist and he reaches around to palm my breasts. I feel him tweaking my nipples and they harden under his touch. He leaves one hand continuing its assault of my rosy peak, while the other snakes its way down to my clit, slowly stroking me.

“Yes.” I moan.

God, this feels amazing.

Parker brings his lips to my ear and in an authoritative tone, he growls, “Now be a good girl and come. Make an absolute fucking mess of me.”

I cry out as my release shoots through me like a lightning strike, and my pussy clenches greedily. I hear him moan as he spills himself inside of me and I ride out the last wave of my second orgasm of the night.

Parker and I spend the entire night talking and having sex.

And it’s the best night of my entire existence.

I don’t know how, but my feelings grew the moment we began moving together, my heart recognizing him in that moment.

I have no doubt that Parker Hamilton is my soulmate. It’s an unquestionable knowledge that causes my chest to crack wide open, baring itself to him. I expect it to feel uncomfortable and foreign, but instead, it feels like I’m whole for the first time.

Loving Parker is a gift that I never want to return. Even if down the road, he decides he doesn’t want me, I wouldn’t regret loving that man. He has given me so much and I’m forever grateful that he trusts me with the vulnerable pieces of himself. We talk late into the night, with the moonlight shining through the window, painting his features in an otherworldly glow. I listen to everything he tells me about his childhood, his fears, his relationship with Annie.

I share more of my life with him, telling him more about how my friends had wounded me over and over and about my childhood, feeling unsafe and immersed within chaos at all times. He listened attentively, asking questions here and there to better understand what it was like to have that kind of upbringing.

When I first moved to Emerald Falls, I was jealous of Parker and his family. I had yearned for a family like that for so long and seeing them love each other so effortlessly caused an ache in my chest. But now, listening to him share stories made me feel happy. Once the jealousy went away, I was so happy that he had such a wonderful childhood and loving parents who absolutely adored him and Peyton. While I would never know the feeling, I’m glad that he hadn’t suffered like I had.

We’re getting dressed and packing our bags, as the snow finally stopped and we were heading back to Emerald Falls. Parker calls his dad to let him know that we had to stop overnight, and he tells us to have a slow start to the day and that he can manage the store until Cassie comes to relieve him.

Parker argues, but Dennis insists.

“Stop being stubborn and enjoy the day off with Lyla,” he had said.

We load up the truck and Parker comes around to the passenger side, helping me hop into the cab. He lingers there, an uncertain look on his face as he scratches the back of his neck.

Finally, he lets out a sigh and asks, “Will you go on a date with me?”

I look into those arctic blue eyes, so full of hope. “I would love to.”

The drive home is uneventful. The sun is shining and the skies are clear, no hint of the storm that had ripped its way through here yesterday.

When we arrive in Emerald Falls, Parker drives me to the back entrance of the store and insists on bringing my bag upstairs. As we climb the stairs, I notice that for the first time, I feel like I’m coming home. I’ve never thought of somewhere as home base before and the realization causes me to feel overwhelmed with emotion. It clogs my throat as I turn the key in the lock and open the front door. Looking around, I feel a sense of peace wash over me. The space I share with my friend is my true home.

Parker side-steps me and makes his way to my bedroom, and I follow. He places my bag on the floor before turning to face me. In a few steps, he has his lips pressed to mine and I sigh into his mouth. He pulls away reluctantly and his gaze meets mine.

“I’ll pick you up at six?”

I nod, and he gives me a shy smile before making his way out of my room and through the front door, closing it softly behind him.

I stand there for a moment in silence, allowing the emotion to flow through my system.

I’m completely in love with Parker Hamilton.