Shattered Girl (Emmy)

Chapter 94

We spent the day cuddling together, watching movies, and taking breaks to make lunch and dinner. I switched how I was cuddling with each time I drew a new film out of the hat. It was a peaceful day, and we all enjoyed it. After dinner, we decided to take a break from the movie marathon and walk to the lake. We walked out to the dock, sitting down along the edge, feet dangling in the water, watching the sunset.

“What will happen once we fly back to the city?” I asked, “Mike and Drew only have one more week of leave left.” I reached for Mike’s hand, and he linked our fingers together, squeezing my hand.

“Well, your mom and our dad won’t be back yet, so we will have the house to ourselves. I think it would be a good idea for us to start looking for a place big enough for all of us. I know I would feel better knowing you were far away from your bitch of a mother.” Drew said. I nodded my head in agreement. I didn’t want to think about Drew and Mike being gone for six more months. So I leaned my head against Mike’s shoulder and decided I wouldn’t think about it right now.

We sat along the dock, and I was cuddled between Mike and Drew. We enjoyed the calm evening and quiet chatting until the mosquitos tried to make a meal out of us, and we all retreated to the house. Standing just inside the sliding glass door, I scratched at a mosquito bite, thinking I might want to reconsider living so close to water since the bugs seemed to like the way I tasted, when Patrick came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my neck. I groaned and relaxed into him as he continued trailing kisses down my neck. My legs almost gave out when he ran his teeth across my ear lobe and gave a very masculine chuckle before he scooped me up in his arms and tumed toward the stairs.

“Where are we going?” I giggled as Patrick nuzzled my neck. “Are we done with movie day?”

“Don’t worry, love, I have something that will be even better to watch than a movie. Patrick grinned wickedly.

“So what is it called? I asked, playing along.

called watching my dick slide into your tight hole,” Patrick murmured into my ear as he began to climb the stairs.

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sounds like an interesting show. When does it start? I teased.

“Just as soon as I get you onto your bed, Patrick promised, entering my bedroom and kicking the door closed behind him. Crossing the room, he laid me on the bed, stripping off his clothes and joining me on the bed.

“Well, someone looks like they are ready for the show, I teased, looking down at Patrick’s hard dick.

Oh love, he’s been ready to go since I wrapped my arms around you downstairs. Now, let’s get you out of these clothes because there is something 1 want to show you?”

“Show me, hmm, I wonder what there could be left to show me,”

While we were talking, Patrick had been working on getting my clothes off, and I was now completely naked, lying on the bed in front of him.

“Like what you see?” I teased, moving my legs so he could see everything.

Patrick groaned as his eyes took in my soaking pussy; reaching out, he slowly ran his finger from my entrance to my clit, causing me to whimper at the

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“I think w

nk you are just as ready as I am. Isn’t that right, love?” he growled, climbing in between my legs.

“Yes, please,” I groaned as he slid my legs over his shoulders and slammed into me. I screamed his name as my pussy stretched around his dick, and with two more thrusts, I was falling apart around him. Patrick groaned as my walls clamped around him, forcing him to pump harder into me. I could feel another orgasm beginning to build as his dick ran across my g spot.

*Please don’t stop, I’m so close,” I begged him. Patrick growled in response, moving my legs off his shoulder and spreading them wide. He continued to slam into me so fast I could feel his balls slapping against my ass. Patrick moaned, and I could feel the head of his dick bumping my cervix; we both came apart at the same time, and our voices mingled as we cried out together.

Patrick rolled off of me, careful not to accidentally hit my ribs, and gathered me in his arms, turning my face so he could kiss me gently on the hips before letting out another groan.

“Love, you him.

have no idea how much I have wanted to do this to you all day. Patrick murmured, giving my ear a final nibble before pulling me closer to

“You’re right; I did enjoy the show, I told him; resting my head on his shoulder, I ran my fingers along his side, finding a scar along one of his ribs. I

stopped and looked at him with questions running through my mind. “What happened here?” I asked him, running my finger along the scar. It was long and thin and felt too narrow to be a knife wound

“Hmm,? Oh, that? It’s just a surgery scar, nothing too exciting. He told me as he ran his fingers down my bare back.

“What kind of surgery?” I was curious now that he was sounding evasive.

“Broke a rib in a fight, it punctured a lung and poked holes in a couple of other vital organs, so they went in so I wouldn’t bleed to death. He said it so calmly like it happened daily and wasn’t a big deal. I propped myself up on my elbows and stared at him in shock.

“Do the others know?” I asked in shock.

“Of course,” Patrick snorted. Drew was the one who made me go to the hospital after the fight. Boy, my mom was mad once she knew I would be okay. Have you ever been scolded in Irish? Let me tell you, it’s not present.” Patrick shuddered as I just sat there, stunned, looking at him.

“When was this?” I looked at the sear again. It was healed, so it must have been a while

ago.

“Hmm, ten, almost eleven years ago. My dads got me into boxing when I was about five. When I turned eighteen, they introduced me to the underground fighting ring. I was doing really well until that last fight. I don’t know what my mom said to my dads, but once I was out of the hospital, they wouldn’t let me fight anymore. That’s also when I was given a company to run,”

“You’re lucky that happened before I knew you, I grumbled. “Or being told off in Irish would have been the least of your worries.”

Patrick cocked an eyebrow at me. “Oh really, what would a tiny thing like you have done to me?” He asked, his voice teasing.

“Hmm, most likely withheld sex until you promised never to do it again.” I grinned, looking at Patrick’s horrified expression.

Now, love, that would just be punishing both of us,” Patrick said, a note of teasing back in his voice.

“I would miss the great sex, yes, but I do have four other boyfriends who I’m sure would be happy to pick up the slack.” I think I might have shocked him into silence. I looked at him, waiting for a response.

He chuckled, “You know, love, I think I will be a very good boy after this,” he said, rolling toward me. I smiled, thinking he was going to kiss me, until I felt his fingers running up my sides and then digging under my arms. I shrieked as he tickled me, laughing until tears were running down my face. He stopped immediately, though, when I called for mercy and told him I was about to pee.

Propping himself on his elbows over me, he kissed me gently. “I love you,” he whispered against my lips.

“I love you too,” I said, kissing him back.