His Fractured Girl (“HIS” #4)

Chapter 7

7

Sophie

“ D id you really think I’d give up the most beautiful girl for a fat loser, Sophie?” Maddock’s harsh voice is at my back. I don’t know why he just won’t leave me alone. Presley forgave him. And everyone hates me. All should be right in his world. But he won’t stop.

“After that lousy fuck you gave me, I’d be stupid to leave my girl. She knows how to rock my world.”

“Then why did you even do it, Maddock? If Presley is so good, why’d you even waste your time on me and risk losing her?”

I usually let him say his nasty piece and then walk away, but I still want to know the answer. I want to know why he used me if he had no intentions of breaking up with her. Because it doesn’t make sense to me. He knew he could’ve gotten caught, yet he still risked it, almost losing the girl he claims to “love” so much.

“I was drunk. She was passed out. And my cock wanted to have some fun. I knew you wanted me, so I figured I’d throw you a bone.” His eyes drop to my chest and the ick feeling crawls over my skin. I no longer want to be in this back stairwell with him. I want to be where there are teachers nearby who will hear me scream for help. “I will say, I did enjoy sucking on those fat tits.”

I take a step back from him, ready to turn and run up the stairs toward the front office. I’m done with his harassment.

“Tell you what, since I’m such a nice guy, I’d be willing to pity fuck you on the side, Sophie. If you kept your mouth shut, I’d let you ride my cock any time your pussy needed a fix.”

You’ve got to be kidding me. For the last two weeks, he’s made my life a living hell. Everyone is calling me horrible names, accusing me of taking advantage of him in his sleep, and now he thinks I want to fuck him? He must be mentally ill. Or he thinks I’m stupid. Probably both. “If you ever try to touch me again, Maddock, I’ll report you to the police. And if you truly cared about Presley, you wouldn’t be trying to cheat on her.”

I wish she’d broken up with him. She deserves so much better. But he managed to lie his way back into her arms again. And I know if I told her what he just said to me, she wouldn’t believe me. She doesn’t trust me. And I can’t say I blame her.

“Threatening me was a big mistake, loser. You’re going to regret your decision.”

The only decision I regret is giving him my virginity and hurting someone I considered a friend. I turn and rush down the stairs, feeling myself tumbling forward when I’m pushed from behind.

“Better watch your fucking step, loser.”

I scramble to my feet, struggling to get out into the hall and away from the monster. I’m going straight to the office to tell the principal about him pushing me when I refused to fuck him. But I can’t even get there. Everyone is blocking my path. Shouting in my face.

“Loser.”

“You fat whore.”

“You couldn’t get anyone to fuck you, so you waited until he was too drunk to know it was you.”

“Poor Maddock. He got used by the whale.”

“Fucking pathetic.”

“Pervert.”

I try to push past them, but they’re coming at me from every angle. Circling me like sharks.

“Sophie!” I hear another shout of my name and I scream. I can’t take it anymore. I need it to stop. “It’s okay, Soph. You’re safe. Wake up! Please.”

My eyes fly open, and I see Torrin sitting on the side of my bed. “You’re okay, Soph. They will never hurt you again.”

I take a deep breath, wiping the tears from my cheeks as I sit up in bed. I breathe in slowly, trying to calm my panicked breath as I remind myself I’m safe. It was just a dream. It wasn’t real. I’ll never have to see them again. The monsters will never get to me again.

“Are you okay?” Torre reaches out and squeezes my hands. “That one was a bad one, huh?”

It was. It’s been a while since it’s felt so real. Usually, I know I’m dreaming and can make it stop. But this time, it felt like I was right back within those walls.

“Sorry if I woke you, Torre.” I look over at the clock, seeing that it’s already seven. It’s time for me for me to get up anyway.

“You didn’t wake me. Lukas just dropped me off.”

“Lukas? I thought you hung out with Willow last night?” They were supposed to be going over to Willow’s apartment and baking cookies together. Having a girls’ night.

“Lukas and Brennon ended up showing up and totally bogarted our entire evening.” She rolls her eyes. “Lukas claimed it was payback for crashing his party.”

“So, did you and Lukas make up?”

A look crosses her face that I can’t quite decipher. Her cheeks are turning red as if she’s recalling their argument and getting fired up again.

“Yeah, we’re good. So, tell me. How did the date go?”

I guess I’m not going to get any details, but that’s okay. I’m more than happy to talk about Travis.

“I’m going out with him again tonight.” I feel the butterflies rise in my stomach. Just the thought of him shoos all the bad memories away and makes me feel calm.

“Aww. Yay.” She claps her hands. “So, I take it the date went well since he got you to agree to a second?”

It went better than well. It was the best date of my life. Not that I have anything to compare it to, but it’s better than anything I could’ve dreamed of. Travis was sweet and fun, and such a gentleman. All throughout dinner I wanted to pinch myself and make sure it was real. It seemed too good to be true.

“It was pretty amazing, Torre. We clicked on every level. It’s so easy to talk to him, and he was such a gentleman.” And the way he made me feel… For the briefest moment, I was nervous about letting things go so far; I was worried I was setting myself up again for mass destruction. But it felt right. There were no red flags or alarm bells going off inside my head telling me I should put the brakes on. And to be honest, I wanted him to erase the memory of Maddock. I wanted Travis’s touch to make me forget.

“Oh, I love that so much. You deserve a nice guy, Soph. And Travis is such a sweetheart. So, what are you two going to do tonight?”

“We haven’t decided yet.”

Whatever we do, it doesn’t even matter. I just want to spend time with him.

The message pops up in the corner of my computer screen and the spark of giddiness floods in when I see Travis’s name.

Ms, Adams,

Please see me during office hours. We still have the matter of your extra credit assignment to discuss.

Sincerely,

TA Travis Hunt

I glance over my shoulder, but his head is locked on his screen. His hands typing away, transcribing Professor Maxwell’s lecture to post online later.

Dear Mr. Hunt,

I was under the impression that I had earned back all of the points. I thought I’d exceeded all expectations.

I’ve been rereading the text he sent me all morning, feeling the pounding in my chest every time I read over the word devoted . I chance another glance over my shoulder and see the smirk on his face. I’m eagerly waiting to see what he comes back with.

Ms. Adams,

You certainly did exceed any and all expectations, but only half of your assignment has been submitted. There’s still another part, which needs to be completed in person. If you come by during office hours, we can arrange a time tonight for completion.

Tingles run down my spine as I think about the way he touched me. It was like he knew exactly what I needed. The pressure. The pace. I’d give anything for another date… another round. But what fun would it be if I gave in so easily? Then our little game would be over.

Mr. Hunt,

Thank you for the opportunity, but my schedule is a bit booked for this evening. Could we make arrangements for another day?

I smirk as I hit send, this time refraining from looking in his direction.

Ms. Adams,

Booked? Would you mind telling me what it is that is taking priority over your grade?

Mr. Hunt,

I do not think it’s something I wish to discuss over email. I’ll be sure to come by during office hours and we can discuss the matter in person.

I look back up at the front of the room, not having a clue as to what Professor Maxwell is discussing, so I’ll be one of the many students reviewing Travis’s notes later on. When my phone buzzes with a text, I’m distracted once again.

Travis: You better not be trying to cancel on our date tonight. What don’t you want to discuss over email?

I’m biting back my grin, feeling the blush hitting my cheeks as I begin to type out my message.

Me: I didn’t want to discuss that I had plans to make out with my boyfriend tonight and am unable to complete the assignment.

As soon as I hit send, I regret calling him my boyfriend. One date doesn’t mean we’re in a committed relationship. But my worrying is all for naught as soon as I read his response.

Travis: God, I love the sound of that. Does that mean I can officially call you mine?

And I love the sound of that.

Me: I’d like to be yours.

The pitter-pattering in my chest is almost terrifying. My feelings are growing at an exponential rate, and I know I shouldn’t be diving headfirst into the deep end so quickly. But I can’t even stop myself at this point. The giddy feeling has taken over. The butterflies rioting in my stomach.

Travis: I wish I could kiss you right now.

Me too.

Me: I like your kisses.

God, I like them so much. And his fingers. His magical fingers that made me nearly pass out from the pleasure. I shift in my seat, trying to get comfortable. The panties I’m wearing need to be unglued from my skin, but I can’t exactly do that without people noticing. They may think I have an itch. But that’s not the kind of itch that needs to be scratched right now.

Travis: I can see you squirming in your seat, babe. As soon as class is over, I’ll make the ache stop.

Oh God. There’s another gush between my legs. I’m not sure I can wait until class is over. Not when he says things like that.

Me: How?

I know I’m a glutton for punishment, but I still press send.

Travis: I’m going to lick that pussy until the throbbing is gone.

I bite back my whimper, feeling the heat burning over me. If I don’t put my phone away, I’m going to come right in the middle of Professor Maxwell’s lecture.

Travis: Will you let me, Sophie? Will you let me put you up on my desk and kneel between your legs? Will you let me spread those sexy thighs wide and lick you right between your folds? Let me suck on that clit until you’re screaming my name?

I quickly grab my computer and my bag and rush out the door, unable to breathe inside that room. I take in a deep breath as I head toward the restrooms. Splashing some cold water on my face might help cool the fever.

There’s suddenly a force at my back, and I gasp out a yelp as an arm wraps around my waist, stopping me in my tracks. “I’ve got you, baby. I’m gonna make it go away.” I tremble in his arms, feeling him catch my weight. “Fuck, babe.”

It’s almost too much. The craving is consuming my strength, trying to take me down. I’m suddenly lifted from the ground and being carried, but not in the direction of his office. He takes us into an empty, dark lecture hall and places me right up on one of the desks.

“Travis, what if someone comes in?”

“It’s okay, babe.” He works to push my skirt up. “This room is under construction because of a leaky ceiling. No one’s coming in here.”

His fingers pull my panties to the side, and I moan as the cool air hits my flaming skin.

“God, you’re so swollen.” His thumb rubs over my clit and my body convulses to his touch. My head falls back on my shoulders as a cry of his name comes tearing from my throat, echoing out into the empty room. “It’s okay, angel. I’m going to make it better.”

His warm lips are suddenly on me, wrapping around my clit. I cling to his head as the intense rush hits. I’ve never been so sensitive. So desperate for a release. When his tongue licks through my folds, I soak the tabletop. I hope they’ll assume the water dripping from the ceiling is what caused the mess. This is so different from my first time. The feeling is expanding, tightening in my gut, and I have no control over it. It’s rising fast, forcing me to come whether I’m ready or not. It feels too good. I don’t want it to be over yet. I want it to last for hours.

“That’s it, baby. God, you taste so good.”

Another gush and he groans in kind, driving his tongue deeper. The fact that he’s so into me is heightening the pleasure, pushing me straight into the heat at full speed. When his lips wrap back around my clit again, his fingers pumping into my body, crooking right to that magical little spot, my back bows. The orgasm tears through me. Mind numbing pleasure scorching me from every angle. Disintegrating every thought with its flames. I hang on for the ride, rolling through the pulses until they coast to a stop. My body goes limp, and I catch my breath. Letting the oxygen return to my lungs.

“Is that better, pretty girl?” His deep voice is right above me. His fingers running through my hair. Softly brushing across my cheek. My eyes flutter open and meet his eyes. The look in them has the hope expanding inside my chest. He’s looking at me like he cares.

“Much better,” I breathe. “Thank you.”

He shakes his head. “You never need to thank me, babe. Touching you is a privilege.”

He’s acting like he was the one on the receiving end, when I did nothing other than take from him. I need to rectify that before he thinks I’m a selfish lover. Because that’s twice now where I haven’t reciprocated.

“Can I return the favor?” I sit up, feeling a bit light-headed. I think all the blood is still pulsing between my legs.

“It’s not that I don’t want it, because believe me when I say I do, but this moment is about you.”

There’s no way this guy is real. He’s unlike any male I’ve ever met. Maybe that should be the red flag. The fact that he’s too nice, too considerate. He’s good-looking, an amazing lover, and sexually unselfish. I feel like I’m missing something because guys like him don’t exist.

“Is there something I should know about you? Do you have some weird fetish? Or a raging temper? Or is there something you haven’t told me yet about your family?” He told me that his parents waited until they were older to have kids and that he’s an only child, which seemed normal, given the fact that I’m from an almost identical background. But maybe he left out the fact that he can’t go to sleep at night without his baby blankets and sucks his thumb. Or he has a crazy porn addiction. There has to be something, because nobody is this perfect.

“No,” he chuckles. “I don’t have any strange secrets or weird fetishes. And I certainly am not hot tempered. Why are you asking?”

“I don’t know. You’re just too good to be true.”

He shifts between my legs, his hands coming up to grasp my chin. His touch is so gentle. Caring. So impossibly real. “I’ve been thinking the same about you, babe. I just can’t wrap my head around how incredible you are. It makes no sense to me that someone hasn’t snatched you up yet. But that makes me the lucky one, doesn’t it?”

“See.” I poke him in the chest. “That’s what I’m talking about. You say all the right things and make me feel special.” His brow creases like he doesn’t understand.

“You should feel special, babe, because you are.”

And at any moment I’m going to wake from this dream. Yet…when he leans forward, kissing me softly, sweetly, holding me like I’m fragile, it feels very real. And when he arranges to pick me up at seven for a painting date, it does feel like I’m special. He took the time to plan one of my favorite things to do. There has to be something I’m missing.