Broken #5 (The Broken Series - Book #5)

Broken #5 (The Broken Series - Book #5) by Claire Adams Read Free Book Online

Book: Broken #5 (The Broken Series - Book #5) by Claire Adams Read Free Book Online
Authors: Claire Adams
usual, gave me a
run for my money on the rink. As I wobbled around on skates that were a size
too big for me, she skated around like she was in a musical. I tried to chase
her down at one point, and wiped out, falling flat on my ass.
    She skated over to me, laughing.
“Oh my God, are you okay?”
    “I feel like I bruised my ass, so
I'm going to say no. It probably wouldn't be the best thing in the world for me
to injure myself here doing something I'm clearly not good at.”
    She was still laughing when she
said to me, “It would be a crime if your MMA career was destroyed because of
that time you twisted your ankle while skating.”
    I couldn't help but laugh along
with her; she was rather charming when she was cutting me down.
    “Okay, how about we go back and
get some hot chocolate?” she suggested.
    “On one condition.”
    “What's that?”
    “There better be marshmallows.”
    “Oh, I think I can arrange that.”
    She helped me up from the ice,
and I rubbed my sore ass, thinking I was probably going to have an embarrassing
bruise on it the next day. We made our way back to the house, where we took off
our skates and headed into the warmth of the house.
    We went into the kitchen, where
Natalie's mom was puttering around, arranging things to make dinner. Natalie
plugged in the kettle to boil some water for the hot chocolate. She pulled mugs
out of the cupboard and added chocolate powder. She also heated up some milk,
and added it to the mugs as well. She continued stirring, and when the kettle
popped, she added hot water, and put in marshmallows for the finishing touch.
    “There ya go. One hot chocolate to ease all your troubles.”
    I smiled. “Thank you, it looks
delicious.”
    “Marshmallows and everything.”
    “Yes, it looks great.”
    We carried the mugs upstairs to
her bedroom, and she lay down on the bed. I walked around her room and looked
at the framed pictures on her desk.
    “I wish I could have known you
then,” I said as I picked up one of the pictures.
    “Why's that?”
    “It's just weird sometimes when
you think of people and who they were before you knew them. That they had this
whole other life before you.”
    “Yeah, it's true.”
    I set my mug down and went over to
her on the bed. I leaned in, and slipped my hand around her neck, pulling her
to me as my mouth claimed hers. She tasted sweet and alluring. Her mouth was
hot to the touch, and she almost moaned at my touch. I kissed her softly at
first, and then my kisses became more fevered, as if I needed my mouth on hers.
My tongue slipped into her mouth, and I claimed it. I sucked her tongue slowly,
tasting her before she pulled away. I pulled her in again, as I was not
finished kissing her. Her tongue found mine again, and our kisses grew more
passionate. My hand found her breast and I kneaded it softly. I began
unbuttoning her blouse and I pulled it off. I stopped kissing her momentarily
to look down at her breasts; they were dying to be released from her bra.
    “You are beautiful.”
    I smiled, though all I could
think about was what she looked like naked. I unclasped her bra, and I pushed
her back until she leaned against the pillows that covered her bed. My mouth
found her nipple and I sucked, nipped and licked it. The sensation she was
getting was making her panties wet. She moaned softly as I replaced my mouth
with my fingers, and pulled on her nipple, causing a slight pain. She liked it,
and I could tell it made her horny. I continued playing with her nipples
causing her to moan as pleasure built up in her body. Her hand reached down and
massaged the front of my pants. My hard cock was pushing against my pants. I
smiled at her. “Do you want it? Do you want it in your mouth?”
    She nodded, still speechless by
the things that came out of my mouth. She undid my button and pulled the zipper
down on my pants. She brought my pants down to my knees and slid my underwear
down with them. My hard cock bounced before her now, freed from

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