Survive for Me (Broken Bounty #2)

by Ember Nicole

Turns out you can’t ever get away from him once he’s decided he cares about you,” he said and laughed. “But he means well in his own fucked up way.”

“Sometimes people get so caught up in loving the new baby that they seem to forget the mother still needs love and care too. Especially the mothers who struggled emotionally before the baby.”

Break for me. And shatter me with you.

“Don’t you dare. You break for me and me alone, baby. Don’t do it for them. Don’t give in.”

“Don’t you dare. You break for me and me alone, baby. Don’t do it for them. Don’t give in.”

Survive for me, J. Please.

Trista slipped out from under me when we got closer to a fucking pumpkin colored truck. I about threw up when she opened the back door. “The fuck is that? Where’s Seph?” “Jersey, please. Just get in. We can’t stop right now,” she begged. “Get in that Tonka toy? No, thank you. I’ll walk.” “Back to Indiana? You have nail holes in your fucking feet. Get. In. The. Truck.” “Where’s Seph, Triss?” I tried again. “Alright, old man,” the punk still under my arm said. “Sorry to be this way about it, but we’ve got to go.”

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me, J. You’re like a million years old. It makes sense that you would’ve had a life with other people before I was even born.” He chuckled. “Enjoy it while you can, baby. I heal quickly, and then I’ll make sure everyone you’ve moved into this house can hear you scream your apology.”

“Devastated people need other broken people to have a place where they don’t feel so alone in their pain,” he said. “Misery loves company, or some shit?” “Broken hearts need someone with duct tape.” “That might be the most Utah thing to have ever been Utah’d in the history of Utahs.”

“Where’d you get liquor?” I asked. “Daddy Utah.” My whole body burst into flames. “I’ll kill everyone on this property if you ever use those two words side by side again, Triss.” “That’s an absurd amount of jealousy coming from someone who won’t even come near me on his own right now.”

“But my heart beats again when you’re around, and I don’t think I hate it.” “How do you do that? Make me feel like I can’t breathe?” She asked. “Weird. When you’re here, I feel like I can breathe deeper than I have in years.”

“Someone could see this,” I insisted. “Wouldn’t bother me. Couple of them could use a good look at the way that I make you come for me,” he said. “And me alone.” “The house is right there, you lunatic. It’s like twenty feet,” I said and nodded over his head toward the door. “Oh no, baby. That’s not how this works. You’ve been begging for this for days. And it’s happening. Now.” He pushed a single finger inside me and used his other hand to grab one of my wrists. He pulled my whole body closer to him with it since I was still using my hands to cover myself. He just barely kissed me. Just enough to make me entirely prepared to beg for him to do it again. “Move your hands, Fancy Face.” He kissed his way from my jaw down my neck. “Let me see you.” I couldn’t do anything but fucking moan at his words. He stopped breathing entirely when I finally moved to lace my fingers behind his neck. “Fuck,” he breathed out. Everything happened in a blur after that. Neither of us were interested in taking our time or taking it slow. He was done using just his hands. I wanted to feel how badly he wanted me. The man who usually couldn’t be forced to move any faster because he so thoroughly enjoyed torturing me with the anticipation was nearly feral trying to move as quickly as he could. I rose up just enough for him to get his shorts out of the way. He couldn’t be bothered to even spend the extra half a second that it would’ve taken to untie the strings at my hips to remove my suit bottoms. He...

“If you’re trying to get me to be gentle with you, that’s for damn sure not the way to make it happen, baby.”

“Don’t worry. I’m not done with you,” he said and spun me away from him. “I just want to see every piece of you again.”

“Jersey,” I gasped out and locked my hands around the wrist that was up by my neck to try to hold myself up while he quickened the pace with his fingers. He groaned right in my ear. “Fucking missed the way that sounds when you say it.” He shifted the hand from my neck until that whole arm was across my breasts to hold me up when my knees buckled at the sudden orgasm that ripped through my body and my brain. “I still want to hear you scream it, cry it. Beg,” he whispered against the side of my head and slapped my clit with the hand that was still between my legs. “Son of a —!” I tried to scream at him, but he interrupted me just as quickly. “On your knees, Triss. On the chair. Now.”

“Open your eyes,” I demanded again. “When you break for me this time, Triss, it’ll be the moment that you become mine. And only mine. For the rest of my days. Let me see it happen.”

“Take it,” I growled against the side of her head while I picked up the pace on her clit. “Take everything I have, everything I am.” I could see the very moment that she realized I wasn’t talking about my dick when actual tears pooled in those black coffee eyes. “Take all of me, Triss.”

“Go back inside, Pipsqueak. Daddy’s busy,” I yelled at Utah as he took one whole step out the door. He looked in our direction for just a split second before he’d raised a hand between us and his eyes. “Jesus fucking —. Seriously, man? It’s the middle of the day. In the open.” He was still mumbling all the way back through the door. “I told you someone would see,” Trista said and laughed. She sat up and took the towel off herself to grab her bikini top. She held the tiny triangles against her breasts and swept all her hair over her right shoulder to wait for me to tie the strings again. “And did you really just call yourself Daddy to Utah?” She laughed again. I grabbed her by all that hair that she’d just moved and pulled it until she was leaning back into me again. “Careful. If you think you’re going to laugh about it, I’ll make you call me that too, baby.”

“I missed you,” she whispered, like she’d been afraid to say the words out loud. I smirked and rose up to kiss the side of her head. “Easy now. It almost sounds like you like me when you say things like that.” “I think I do. Sometimes.” “Sometimes,” I repeated and laughed. “Yeah. I mean let’s not get carried away about it. I’m not going to lie and tell you that I haven’t also hated you more than once in the last twelve hours alone.” “I love you too, baby,” I said and kissed the side of her head another time. I forced myself not to laugh when she instantly sounded like she might hyperventilate. “Calm down, Triss. You can keep telling me that you hate me for as long as I’m alive and I’ll still be just as happy to hear it every time.” She sat up again so she could look back at me over her shoulder and actually see me, like she needed to make sure I wasn’t just fucking with her. I’d sit there and hold her questioning gaze until I was dead if that’s what she needed to be able to believe that I meant every word. She didn’t even move when the single tear escaped down her cheek. I shifted the rest of the way forward to wipe it from her skin with my thumb and put my arms around her again. “Doing an awful lot of that lately, Fancy Face.” “I don’t know why,” she choked out. “I don’t feel like I have any control over it anymore. I don’t know when I started being fragile.” I scoffed. “Fragile like a bomb, maybe.” “Jersey —.” She paused to look away from me, so I slipped my fingers unde...

“Having to figure this out doesn’t mean I’ll stop wanting you, Triss. I don’t want you to think that. I’m fucked up right now. I probably will be for a while. I don’t even know what happens to me from minute to minute lately, and it’s terrifying,” he said and paused. “But I still want you, if you can figure out how to survive it with me. If you can survive me.”

“Just fuck me, you egotistical shithead,” she said and dug her fingernails into my back to try to pull me back down on top of her. “Fuck yourself,” I said and smiled again. “J—.” “Go ahead. Teach me. If you’re better than I am, show me what you need, Triss.” Neither of us moved, and she ended up adorably uncomfortable with every second that passed in the silence. I leaned back down to talk right into her ear, and she tried desperately to arch her back enough to get her breasts pressed against me. “Do it your-fucking-self, Fancy Face,” I whispered. “And then you can have what you really want. Touch yourself, and then you can have me. I’m not touching your clit again until you do,” I said and raised up off of her again. “I’ll fuck your mouth,” I said and slid my fingers over her lips. “I’ll fuck your tits.” I moved that hand down between her breasts. “I’ll fuck your ass. But I’m not giving you what you want until you do it yourself first, baby.” She was every bit as fucking stubborn as I was, and finding out if my willpower was strong enough to outlast hers was my favorite game. She locked her jaw into place and her eyes narrowed when she shifted just enough to drag her hand all the way down the center of her body. I was not at all prepared for that sight alone to have me nearly coming right in my jeans before she ever touched me, or even herself. “What name should I be screaming?” She whispered. “Probably not Kyle, right?” This little fucking menace. I forced myself to chuc...

“Baby?” “Yeah?” “If you don’t fuck yourself now, I’m going to have to get mean.” “Prove it,” she whispered, like she wanted desperately to challenge me, but she was still just a little afraid of actually doing it.

“You could’ve just said Jersey, I need help,” I whispered. “We both know I could never say those words,” she breathed out and arched her back to push up into me.

“Didn’t like that my fingers do just fine on their own?” She asked and kissed the tip of my nose. “Just fine,” I repeated and laughed. I forced my hand down between our bodies to get the head of my dick inside her, and she tried to suck in all the air in the room. “Do your fingers feel anything like this?” I asked and couldn’t help the groan that came out of me when I forced my dick the rest of the way into her. Her hands had abandoned my neck and shifted down between us where she could sink her nails into my chest. “No,” she finally breathed out when I slid back out and rammed in another time. “Please.” “Please what, Triss?” I asked without even so much as hesitating in the thrusts. I almost laughed thinking about what she might say given my constant demands for her only words to be my name or please. “Fuck me, Jersey. I don’t want to feel anything else. Fuck me until there’s nothing left but you.” Son of an absolute bitch, if she hadn’t frozen me right in place again. This weird fucking reminder that I was the thing that brought her to life just as much as she did for me, even if we were weird as shit when it came to trying to talk about anything other than sex. She was right. This was what we did best. This was where we connected. What happened between us definitely wasn’t what any sane person would consider lovemaking, but I was able to fuck her into realizing she felt something for me, even if she wasn’t able to come out and call it love yet. She was able to fuck me i...