Reawaken His Heart Page 2

  The tall Latino man with dark sunglasses on even though it’s night and a shaved head nods in Colt’s direction. It’s then I notice that he has a huge scar down the left side of his face and tattoos covering his neck, arms, and legs. There is a huge tattoo on the side of his neck that looks like an Aztec Calendar, and I remember seeing something similar to that on Sons of Anarchy. Yeah, they’re harmless, I’m sure. As harmless as I’m a virgin. Colt returns the large man’s nod as we keep walking toward his door.

  The little hairs on the back of my neck stand up when I hear, “Bro, holler when you’re ready, and I’ll come up and tap that ass with you.” Fear races through my chest, and with wide eyes, I look up at Colt, who’s smiling down at me when he says, “Don’t worry, baby, he’s only joking. Besides, I don’t share unless you want me to.”

  Really? I think to myself. Is he fucking serious? What would possess him to think I would ever be interested in wanting him to share me with anyone? Obviously, he’s watched way too much porn in his lifetime, because who makes jokes about that when you’ve just met someone?

  It’s then I decide that Colt isn’t for me and that I need to find an excuse to get out of here quickly. What do I do if he doesn’t want to take me home? I’m not exactly sure of the address here and walking to a corner to meet a cab isn’t the safest thing to do. My stomach starts to turn, and I’m feeling sick. What, pray tell, have I gotten myself into? Oh. I know. I was thinking with my pussy when I saw him, and clearly, the alcohol did the talking for my brain. FUCK. Now what? I’m completely screwed. I’m stuck here, over an hour away from home, in a shit part of town with a bunch of scary men who could do anything they want and get away with it. I swear I am never drinking again, and if I make it out of here alive, I’m becoming a nun, so I don’t ever get myself into this situation again. OK, that’s taking it a bit too far, but I will turn over a new leaf.

  “Colt, I’m not so sure this is a good idea anymore. Do you think we could just leave, please?”

  Colt stops walking and turns to face me. “What’s the matter, Rylee? I was just kidding. I didn’t mean anything by the comment, and Carlos was only kidding.” He pulls me into his arms and tucks my hair behind my ear. “I’ve had such a great time tonight. I don’t want it to end. Please, stay for a while before I take you home. I promise you’ll be safe.”

  Against my better judgment, I nod my head yes like the idiot I am, not realizing that I just officially signed my prison sentence without even knowing it. Blindly, I walk into what will become a relationship with Satan.

  I had no idea that Colt would become a controlling man, tracking my every move every day and taking the meaning of obsessive to the next level. All the loving, caring moments I have with him are shadowed by twice as many moments of abuse. It isn’t just physical abuse he forces on me, but mental as well.

  Growing up, I didn’t have a wonderful or close relationship with my parents. They were farmers who worked from sun up to sun down. They treated my brother and me like laborers. They didn’t provide love and nurture like most parents. My brother and I were left to fend for ourselves most of the time.

  I know this is why I am constantly looking for acceptance and love from every man I meet. Colt gave that to me on occasion, but then he’d take it back with each slap, kick, or insult. I wanted to be loved so badly that I overlooked all the horrible things he did. Because when it was good, it was great; but when it got bad, it was so much worse.

  Bailey and I rarely speak to each other anymore. We live in the same home, but every time she brings up my leaving him, I just ask her to let it go. She has an idea of what is going on and asked me to walk away so many times, but I stayed. My saving grace is that I always knew that she will be there when I need her most, and like a true best friend, she’ll help me pick up the pieces and not say another word, even though I can tell she is condemning me for staying.

  Braedyn

  Three years earlier

  CHRIST, IT’S BEEN A long day today. When I became a firefighter, one of the hardest things to get used to was the shifts. Forty-eight on and seventy-two off has started to take its toll on me. It’s not that I am complaining; hell, I love what I do, and I’ve always known that helping people was what I was meant to do, but sometimes it gets a little crazy.

  For those of you who don’t fully understand the life of a firefighter, I’m going to give you a quick lesson. My shift begins at seven in the morning on Monday and ends forty-eight hours later at seven in the morning on Wednesday, when the next shift comes in and relieves me. I get to enjoy Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday off and start again on Saturday at seven in the morning then get off on Monday, then come back again on Thursday and so forth. You get the picture now?

  I share my bunk with three other shift members of the house on my days off, so I don’t make myself too comfy when I am here. Some guys have sheets they put on and pull off at the end of their shift. Not me. What’s the point? I just roll out a sleeping bag and jump in it. Fast and easy I say. My days are pretty structured. It’s not like everyone thinks it is. We don’t just sit around and watch TV or work out. We clean the firehouse, shop for food, and we study. Yes, we have free time in the evenings when we can watch TV or work out, but my job is no different than most. There are expectations I have to fulfill daily. What most don’t understand is that there is a bond with my team not unlike those of the men in the military. We are a brotherhood, regardless of whether we work together or not. We welcome other firefighters with open arms and share in their triumphs as well as feel their sorrows. When we lose a brother, it's felt deeply, and if that brother is one that you work with, it cuts to the bone. We are family, and it doesn’t matter if my team is a mix of men or women; they are like brothers and sisters to me, which is something I truly love about being part of a group.

  I missed out on having a brother in a way. I have one who is nine years older than me, but he represents everything I’m not. My brother’s name is Gauge. I once idolized him. The day he graduated from the police academy, I was so proud of him. The day he went to prison, I wrote him out of my life.

  My parents have always supported him through all his ups and downs, but not me. I will never understand how you go from being a protector to being scum of the earth. He left the force, joined an MC, got mixed up in drugs, and went to prison. How we share the same DNA is beyond me. His story is not mine to tell, so I’ll leave it at that, but my brothers here at the station are all I know and love.

  Today was not unlike any other day at the station. A couple of calls regarding minor car accidents, but nothing serious, which is a good day for me. At midnight, we received a call that a forty-five-year-old male needed assistance. The call was very vague; the wife would only share that her husband was in pain and couldn’t get to a hospital, so she called dispatch asking for assistance. Normally, Charlie would have taken this dispatch, but he called in sick today so it was assigned to me. But after we arrived on the scene, I was so excited it was me who got this call and not Charlie. Now, I’ve got something to make me laugh for the next month. Upon arriving at the caller’s home, I immediately recognized the gentleman as our city councilman, Bob Craig. I grew up in this area and went to school with their daughter, and though Phoenix is big, there are plenty of little towns surrounding it where everyone knows everyone if you grew up in the area.

  His wife answered the door and immediately waved us in. “Mrs. Craig, we got a call that your husband was in severe pain and can’t make it to the hospital. What’s going on?”

  “Well, Braedyn, it’s embarrassing, and Bob would prefer that this stays confidential, please.”

  “Yes, ma’am, I understand, but what exactly is going on?” I asked with a very puzzled look on my face. Mrs. Craig turned very red, and her eyes looked toward the floor as she dipped her head lower.

  “Um, Braedyn, Bob thought it would be fun to role play, and well, god, I don’t even know how to say this.”

  OK, now I was extremely curious
. The situation obviously wasn’t a matter of life or death, or I wouldn’t have stood here. My partner and I were glancing back and forth at each other, wondering where this was going. It’s not often that we get called out unless there is a life or death situation going on, and this was obviously outside of that situation. “Braedyn, I don’t know how to say this, but Bob… Bob has…oh my god, I’m so embarrassed, but he has a vibrator stuck in his bum.”

  I looked at Scott, trying not to burst out laughing and questioning if I heard this correctly. Scott’s expression mirrored mine, because I could tell he was ready to burst the fuck out laughing. I gave him a look that told him, Don’t do it, fucker, don’t even think about it, but yeah, he wasn’t buying and started laughing like a motherfucker.

  “Oh my god!” Mrs. Craig whispered, looking embarrassed. “I know it must seem really funny to both of you”—she looks away briefly—”but Bob is in a lot of pain. I did what he told me to do and the batteries eventually stopped working. When I tried to remove it, well, it just slipped farther in.” She started crying right then, and I wasn’t sure if it was from embarrassment or the fact that her husband was yelling at her from the bedroom, calling her all kinds of names.

  “Agnes!” Bob yelled. “I told you not to call them, but no, you stupid bitch, you can’t even listen to me!”

  It was time for me to put an end to her agony and set Bob straight on how to talk to your wife, so I made my way back to the bedroom, only to find Mr. Craig bent over a bench with his hands tied to its rings and his ass in all its glory there on display. About this time, Scott entered the room with a “Holy Fuck” coming out of his mouth.

  Apparently, Councilman Craig is into some really kinky shit. I made a mental note to myself that I’ve got to one-day talk to this man about it. The thought of Brooklynn tied to that same bench with my hand smacking her ass is erotic. Shit! Focus, Braedyn.

  An hour and a memory I truly want to forget for the rest of my life later, we were all headed back to the station. Scott didn’t look as happy as he was an hour ago, which I contributed to by making him handle the dirty end of the situation while I tried to calm down Mr. and Mrs. Craig. Something tells me Scott won’t forget this either, and not for the reasons you are thinking. I figured since he couldn’t keep his smartass comments to himself, he might as well be the one to retrieve said vibrator. I’m cringing all over again at that sight. Serves him right.

  “What are you smiling at, fucker?” Scott snarls at me. “It wasn’t your face up close and personal with that hairy ass, and it sure as hell wasn’t your fingers in his ass.” The whole truck erupts in laughter while a disgusted look remains on Scott's face.

  “Payback’s a bitch, brother, and don’t you forget it.” The top of my lip rises up. “Bring it on, brother, I’ll be waiting.”

  When the truck pulls back into the station, I’m the first one out and head to my bunk. I need some sleep, and I’m done for the day. I lay my head down, praying for a few hours of sleep and some peace and quiet.

  ***

  “Brooklynn, where are you, babe?” I call as I walk through the front door of our home. I’m ready for some quality time with my wife. I’ve missed her so much. I love my job; it’s all I’ve ever wanted to do, but I love my wife more and spending even one night away from her and her sweet pussy drives me crazy. Holding her in my arms at night as I sleep comforts me, and it’s something I can’t have when I’m at the station.

  “I’m in the kitchen.” I make my way to her sweet-sounding voice and find her sitting at the table, drinking coffee. She’s wearing shorts and a tank with her hair pulled up and clipped with one of those claw things.

  Her eyes look my way, and a huge smile brightens her face. I know what she’s thinking just by the way she’s looking at me. Her eyes are happy, hungry, wanting, and I am not going to disappoint her. She wants me, I can tell, which is perfect, because I sure as hell want her too. It’s been forty-eight hours of nothing but testosterone and chaos, and I’m ready for some quiet alone time with my girl.

  I reach one arm over my head and grab the back of my t-shirt, pulling it over my head as I’m making my way to her. When I get to the table, I toss my shirt on the floor, bend over, and wrap one arm under her legs and the other around her back and pull her into my arms. Her body feels wonderful against my bare skin as her arms wrap around my neck. Her lips are on mine, and I kiss her hungrily. I don’t stop kissing her until I’ve reached our bedroom and am tossing her through the air onto the bed, following right behind.

  She’s laughing as I fall beside her. “Miss me much?” I hear her say in that soft, seductive voice that makes my dick hard just hearing it.

  “You have no idea, babe, how much I’ve missed you.” I lean over and kiss her softly. “I just hate being away from that sweet little pussy of yours.” I reach down between us, sliding my hand under her shorts, and find her wet. “I see you have missed me as much as I’ve missed you.” I slide my finger between her folds and into her hot little depths and push in slowly. My lips find her mouth for a quick, tender kiss. My voice is rough when I tell her, “I want you to think about what I’m going to do to your cunt, and you’re going to love every bit of it.” I see her shiver as desire rolls through her eyes.

  “Baby, those fingers feel so nice moving deep inside me,” she says smiling back at me. “But I need all of you now, not just your fingers.” She’s riding my hand, but I’ll be damned if she’ll come from just that. That isn’t happening. When she comes, it will be on my dick.

  I pull my hand away, and she whimpers and looks at me with those wanting eyes. She’s not ready for me to stop, but this is happening at my pace, not hers. I slide my hand up her body until I find her face, cup my hand around her cheek, and bring my lips to hers, kissing her softly at first. Just little kisses to her mouth, her nose, and then her eyes. I’ve missed her, and I need to show her just how much. My lips slowly make their way back to her mouth, where I kiss her again, sucking on her bottom lip and nibbling with my teeth. My hands move to the bottom of her shirt, then I’m slowly sliding it up her body. Her arms release my neck and go above her head as I break the kiss to remove her tank. Her tits are perfectly round, and her nipples are hard and waiting for my mouth, so who am I to disappoint them? I kiss my way down her neck, to her collarbone, and down over the top of each breast. My tongue makes its way to her left nipple, and I suck it into my mouth, nibbling at her with my teeth hungrily until I feel it harden just a bit more. My hand is on her right breast, squeezing and rolling her nipple, because I don’t want it to feel left out. I need to pay equal attention to both her tits, because I can’t have one feeling I’m playing favoritism to the other. I hear her moan in my ear as I bite down a little harder, and her hand comes up, grabbing my hair and pushing my face into her breast a bit harder.

  My cock is harder than a rock now. It’s a good thing I’m wearing loose-fitting shorts. I break away from her tits and make my way down her belly. I slide her shorts and thong down her legs to expose her freshly shaven pussy already wet and shiny. Her pink lips are just waiting for me to taste them. My tongue slides between her lips, and I lick slowly, but she’s not having any of that. She pushes my face into her pussy and forces my tongue into her slit. Man, she tastes amazing. I forgot how much I missed this taste over the last forty-eight hours. I let my tongue plunge in and out of her for several minutes before I suck her clit into my mouth, causing her to scream out in pleasure.

  “Braedyn, I need your cock inside me now or I’m going to go crazy. Please, baby, give me your cock.” I reach down and remove my shorts, spread her legs a bit farther apart, and in one thrust, I’m inside her. God, that pussy feels amazing wrapped around my cock. I settle there for a few moments just enjoying how warm and satisfying it feels. I didn’t realize how much I needed this from her. I begin to move slowly at first, just enjoying each stroke inside her, while I look into her eyes and see the love she has for me shining in them. It almost brings me to my knees knowi
ng that she loves me more than life itself. I begin to move a bit faster, pushing further into her until I can feel myself bottom out in her with each measured stroke. She’s writhing beneath me now, chanting my name over and over again, and I feel her pussy tighten around me and pulse as the chanting turns into screaming. It doesn’t take me but a few more strokes until I start to convulse as I empty myself deep inside my wife, her pussy sucking every drop of semen out of my body, and I collapse.

  We lie there for a bit just holding each other, and I can honestly say after two years of marriage I don’t ever see myself getting tired of doing this every day.

  I climb out of bed and make my way to the bathroom to grab a washcloth, wet it with warm water, and make my way back to the bed to clean my girl off. Then I toss the dirty washcloth to the floor, climb back into bed, and wrap my arms around her, pulling her tight to my body and just holding her.

  “Want to share what has you so needy today?” I hear her ask.

  I reply with a simple, “Nothing. I just hate being away from you.”

  She looks at me with the cutest smile on her face and gleam in her eyes. “Then tell me about your shift. Anything exciting happen?” That brings a smile to my face, and I begin to tell her all about Scott and his wonderful experience removing a vibrator from Councilman Craig’s ass.

  “You have got to kidding me,” she says. “He had a vibrator up his ass?” She’s laughing uncontrollably now, and I can see tears forming in her eyes from laughing so hard.

  “Yep, that baby was in there good. He refused to let us take him to the ER, said he didn’t need that kind of publicity, and if we told a soul, he would ensure we lost our jobs.”

  “Really, you had to reach in his ass and pull the thing out?” she asks, and I shake my head no.

  “I made Scott do it. I figured it was the least he could do since he couldn’t stop laughing and it was pissing Mr. Craig off. And to make matters worse, when he finally got it out of Mr. Craig’s ass, he handed it to Mrs. Craig and asked her if she needed more batteries. What a fucker he is.” We laugh a few minutes more until she hops out of bed, pulls on her tank and shorts, and tells me to shower while she makes me something to eat. I’ve worked up an appetite giving my wife multiple orgasms and like the sound of food right about now.