Sunday Morning: A Damaged Novella by Bijou Hunter Read Free Book Online Page B

am.”
    “Because I know what life has in store for us, and
you’re too young to understand.”
    “Or you’re too set in your ways, and I’m more
willing to take a leap of faith.”
    Kirk grinned, and my fingers stroked his smiling
lips.
    “I want you to kiss me,” I said after building up
enough courage.
    “One kiss could lead to more.”
    “Fucking duh,” I said, gripping his shirt. “Ravage
me.”
    “Do you even know what you’re talking about?”
    “I know I want these hands,” I said, taking his in
mine, “on my body. I want to feel you. Most of the girls at my school have had
sex already.”
    “With stupid boys from your school.”
    “Yeah, so they got fucked badly while I was smart
enough to find a real man.”
    Kirk shakes his head. “You sound like a kid playing
dress up.”
    “You sound like a man afraid of his own shadow.”
    Sometimes, I forgot about Kirk’s temper and ego.
They rarely showed up when we were together, but I’d challenged his manhood.
Without thinking, he responded to my dare by gripping the back of my head and
planting a hot kiss on my startled lips.
    My tongue immediately slid into his mouth, wanting
a better taste before he put on the brakes.
    Kirk wrapped his strong arms around me. My body
pressed against his until our speeding hearts beat as one. I couldn’t believe
he was finally kissing me. He tasted better than anything ever. Better than
even my most fantastic fantasy.
    When his lips tried to leave mine, I groaned loudly
into his mouth and tightened my grip. Kirk didn’t dare refuse me. I was lost in
his heat, and he’d been waiting for too long to let go.
    We were right there in the moment. Tomorrow
promised nothing. A year from then, we might both be dead in the most random
ways. Nothing was set beyond our desperate bodies pressed together wanting more
than either could stand.
    Nothing beautiful lasted forever. Kirk took me by
the shoulders and held me away from him. My lips felt naked while my body ached
with his abandonment.
    Kirk’s gaze revealed he was dying inside. Despite
my hunger, I smiled at knowing he wanted me as much as I did him.
    My body ached to be filled. On a primal level, I
understood what needed to happen to be claimed. This man owned me in so many
ways, but I wasn’t his completely. Not yet, and I saw this knowledge on Kirk’s
rugged face.
    “Not tonight,” he said.
    I thought to challenge him again, but I didn’t.
Instead, I pretended to take pity on him by not pushing the subject. In
reality, I was mostly worried about myself. The violent heat behind his kiss
promised a sexual power capable of wrecking me. In fact, I sat next to him for
the rest of the night wondering if I really was too young for what I wanted.
    Despite my age, Kirk owned me in every way that
mattered.

10 - Jodi
    A fter our first kiss, Kirk stumbled over himself to
avoid me. I laughed at his awkwardness . At first anyway . Then I felt him
pulling away. Not just physically but his heart was closing off from me.
    I knew what it was like to live with someone who
cared less about you than you cared for them. I’d felt that way all my life.
Now Kirk and I were falling into the same sinkhole.
    Picking me up became a chore for Kirk. He began
showing up late. He would say nothing before dropping me off and driving away.
No more long drives or dinners together. Kirk didn’t have the balls to admit we
were over. He said it in every other way.
    My heart hurt in a way it hadn’t for a long time.
I’d never had a moment where I knew my mom didn’t really care about me. That
knowledge was always there, taunting me.
    I did remember the day I realized my dad was a
monster. I felt so fucking dirty like his evil was genetically transferred to
me. Beyond the shame of having such a violent pervert for a father, I also
realized he wasn’t capable of loving me. I had no value to him. In fact, if he
were free to raise me, I’d likely end up abused by him.
    As the product of two awful