Broken & Torn (Emerald Falls #1)

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LYLA

I had a fitful sleep, tossing and turning as ideas flowed through me at an alarming rate. Colors flashed through my consciousness, textures and paint strokes assaulting my thoughts. By four in the morning, I’d jumped out of bed in a flash, haphazardly pulling all of my painting supplies out of their bin.

It’s now nine in the morning, and the sun has started peeking through the mountains, illuminating my bedroom in a soft glow. I move my hand over the canvas, paintbrush lightly touching the material in a gentle sweep. I notice my hand shaking, energy coursing through it, and I aggressively shake it out. My leg twitches, muscles jumping in time with the beat of my heart, so I shake it out as well.

A knock sounds at my bedroom door.

“Come in!”

Parker’s broad shoulders appear in the doorway as he slips inside.

“Hey, Cassie let me in before she left to meet with Dean.” He pauses, looking at the piece I’m working on. “How long have you been awake?”

A lump forms in my throat as I think how to answer. Parker has started noticing when I don’t sleep. We spend a lot of nights together now and I can tell he’s been curious, wondering what keeps me awake.

“I couldn’t sleep. I had all of these ideas bouncing around in my head that demanded my attention.” I laugh. “Artist’s brain.”

Parker chews on his lip and opens his mouth to say something, but I cut him off.

“I’m okay, I promise. Sometimes I just have to go with the flow and I’ll make sure I get some sleep later.” I lie.

Getting sleep isn’t likely. I know I’ll be unable to sleep for days.

Parker nods and steps closer, taking the paintbrush from my hand and gently placing it on the paint-stained towel with other brushes I had discarded. He grasps my hand and pulls me up to face him, gently running his fingers down my bare ribs. I’m wearing a pair of paint covered overalls with a sports bra underneath, leaving my sides exposed. My skin pebbles with goosebumps as his fingers continue their gentle trail along my body.

“I like these.” He notes as he pulls me closer, grabbing me by the straps of my overalls.

“Really?” I quirk a brow.

“Yes.” He bends down and places a kiss against my neck. “I think you look like you’re in your element, covered in paint and your hair in a messy bun. It makes me want to peel these off and have my way with you.”

My breathing hitches as it always does when he whispers dirty things in my ear, my body immediately reacting to him. My chest heaves as he continues to pepper kisses across my neck. His lips brush the spot just under my earlobe and I let out a throaty moan.

“Oh god,” I whisper as his fingers brush over the bare skin at my sides again. “Parker, I need you.”

“I know, baby,” he mumbles as he nips me.

Slowly, he straightens up, eyes filled with heat. His hands tentatively unhook each side of my overalls, torturing me with the speed of a snail, until I’m in just my panties and a sports bra.

Before I can register what’s happening, Parker grabs my waist and tosses me onto the bed. I giggle, bouncing up and down as I hit the mattress.

“Parker! I’m going to get paint on my sheets! It’s all over me.”

He gives me a seductive smile, positioning his body so he’s hovering over me, and reaches his hand out to wipe some paint off my face.

“I’ll buy you new ones.”

He grips the edge of my sports bra before pulling it over my head, leaving me bare from the waist up. His mouth immediately comes down and he sucks my nipple into his mouth, eliciting a moan from each of us. My back arches as his hands knead my breasts and my breaths become short and frantic. I can feel moisture pooling in my panties and Parker’s erection digging into my center. My hips tilt to gain more friction and Parker lets out a pained groan.

“Lyla, you keep doing that and I’m going to come in my pants like a teenager.”

I giggle and repeat the motion shamelessly.

“Fuck it,” he growls.

He leans back on his knees, ripping my panties off with impressive speed. He lifts himself off the bed and begins undressing as I squirm underneath his stare. I realize he’s going slowly on purpose, to torture me.

“Parker,” I whine. “Stop being a tease.”

His mouth grows into a mischievous smile as he continues stripping. I rub my thighs together, attempting to get any sort of friction from it, but the ache between my legs only intensifies.

Finally, he leans over me fully naked and nudges my entrance with his tip.

“God, Lyla, you’re so wet for me already.” He leans down and nips at my ear before whispering, “So fucking needy for my cock.”

I moan as he slowly pushes inside and I can feel my pussy pulsing around him already. My climax is already looming and my body begins shaking.

“Such a good girl, taking me so well.” He pulls out and plunges back in, making me cry out. “You were fucking made for me. ”

I nod in agreement as our eyes lock. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him in to meet my mouth. This kiss is slow, unhurried, and all-consuming. I feel completely connected to him and that only heightens my arousal.

Parker’s hips begin thrusting faster, his hips pounding into the backs of my legs, and my core starts to clench. I mewl as the pressure increases and I know I’m close.

“Parker, I’m going to come,” I moan in between kisses.

He lifts his head and smiles down at me, adjusting his angle and putting one of my legs over his shoulder.

“Oh my god, you’re going so deep. Parker, I’m going to—ah!”

I cry as my release barrels into me, and I feel moisture running down as I come so hard that I see stars. Parker’s pace quickens and sweat forms on his brow as his face contorts and he comes inside of me. He lets out a roar as he climaxes and slows his pace until finally collapsing to the side.

I let out a giggle as I assess his face, rolling over and wiping paint off of his beard.

“Come on, let’s go have a shower. We have paint smeared all over ourselves.”

“Good plan.” Parker jumps up, grabbing me by the waist and throwing me over his shoulder. “Round two. I’ve dreamed of fucking you in the shower.”