Bent not Broken by Lisa de Jong Read Free Book Online Page A

bigger too, but he actually seems nervous. It’s quite cute to watch.
    “She’s only eighteen, so you better not take her to a bar. I remember when I was your age. I know where you guys hang out and what you like to do with pretty girls like mine, so you better watch it, son. If she comes home smelling like alcohol, or if her clothes are out of place, I won’t be a happy camper.”
    Just kill me now. Seriously, Dad? I half expect Ben to jet and bail on me.
    “No, sir. I won’t let her hands touch anything with alcohol.”
    “How old are you, son?” my dad asks, studying him.
    Flushing, but never breaking eye contact with my dad, Ben answers, “I’m twenty-two. I’m also in my first year at Columbia Law, Sir.”
    “Humph. A future lawyer. What kind of law are you interested in pursuing?”
    Okay, this is bordering on harassment. I need to step in before my dad scares Ben out of the house, leaving me dateless...and sex-less. You want to get to at least third base tonight with that hot stud! Slutty Cathy reminds me.
    I clear my throat, breaking my dad’s interrogation. “Hi. Sorry. I’m ready, Ben. Are you all set?”
    Ben looks at my dad, then at me, smiling. “Yep. Ready whenever you are.”
    Grinning, I give my dad a kiss and tell him not to worry about tonight. Ben helps me put on my denim jacket, but when I think he’s going to follow me to the door, he steps away from my side and walks back towards my dad. He stretches his hand for a handshake. “ Don’t worry, sir. I’ll take very good care of your daughter. Thank you for trusting me with her.”
    Wow. Hearing Ben speak to my dad like this is causing my insides to turn into mush.
    My dad smiles for the first time tonight. Shaking hands with Ben, he wishes us a good night. I’m about to open the door, when Ben stops me.
    “No, let me get the door for you. That was the deal, remember?” he says softly.
    “Oh, yes.”
    Smiling, he takes my hand, intertwining our fingers tightly together. It’s the first time we do. Holding hands is a big deal. The last time I held hands with a guy was with my ex two years ago.
    Does this mean that Ben likes me? Duh, girl. Why do you think the guy brought you cupcakes to your house? To watch you eat them? Of course he likes you. It shows he put some thought into tonight. Count your blessings and open your legs.
    Slutty Cathy always shows up at the most inopportune moments.
    I barely register leaving the house and making our way to his car. I’m now sitting on the cool leather seat and thinking about holding hands and slutty voices, when I sense Ben’s eyes on me. The way he’s staring at me…
    Suddenly the car feels hot, too hot. I watch Ben following the movement of my legs as I rub them together.
    “Screw it. I can’t wait any longer,” Ben says.
    He grabs the back of my neck forcefully as he pulls me on top of him. I knew he was strong by looking at the muscles on his body, but not like this. As I straddle him, our lips touch for the second time and it’s like the air is being sucked out of me slowly, deliciously, tenderly. His lips, soft and sweet, kiss me as if mine are made out of glass. He’s gentle at first, but when our tongues touch fire explodes inside of me, inside of him, inside of both of us.
    His kiss isn’t sweet anymore. It isn’t tender. It turns into an aggressive, rough, hungry, hard, teeth clashing, tongue against tongue kind of kiss.
    And, I love it. Oh, how I love it.
    When our lips part, we’re left panting and trying to catch our breath. As we look at each other in the little space we have allowed to come between our bodies, I notice the way our hands are tangled in each other’s hair, fisting handfuls of it, pulling our faces closer, clutching as if we are the other’s life support.
    I can’t believe it. I can’t. This just doesn’t happen in real life.
    “Fuck, Cathy…just like that you make me lose control, huh?”
    Gulping, and trying to untangle the thoughts coming from