Bent, Not Broken(17)

Amy heard the front door close as David left for the day. Could she really do what she was about to do? Could he give herself to Reese? She wanted him, had for so long. He might be considered her step-brother, but she was a grown woman, knew who she loved and what she wanted, and she couldn’t let her life be dictated by her past any longer. She might not be able to give him the type of pleasure he sought, at least not at first, but she wanted to be with him, wanted to give him what he desired, and right now she’d just take baby steps.

Leaving the bathroom and standing right inside the room, she stared at Reese, who stood across the room, and looked at the hard planes of his muscular back and his biceps, at of all the ink that covered his golden flesh. His hair was messy from the night before, and she wanted to run her fingers through the shorter strands. She wanted to tug at the dark hair and tell him she wasn’t going to be afraid anymore. He was doing something on his phone, and when he set it aside and turned to face her, she took in the glorious expanse of his chest. His hard lines and planes, his rippling six-pack, that V of muscle that disappeared down his boxers… all of it was on full display and showing proudly through his ink.

For a second they just stood there while she checked him out, feeling her body grow warm and wet. She put all other thoughts aside so she could focus solely on the here and now.

“Hey, baby…” his voice cracked at the end, and she knew he could see that she was growing aroused. It was not something she tried to hide because she wanted this desperately.

“I want you, Joker.” she said his club name, knowing she needed to get used to saying it, because that’s who he was now. “I don’t know how well I will do in that department and I’m afraid, but I love you, and I want this.” She was standing up for herself, taking her life by the reigns, and saying fuck you to everything else that dragged her down.



He had no clue what the fuck was going on. Well, of course that wasn’t true, because he was currently letting Amy lead the way. She wanted this, was coming to him. However, he didn’t want to rush her.

“Baby, really, we don’t have to do this. We can wait because I have all the time in the world.”

She lowered her eyes to the bulge he knew he was sporting then slowly lifted her gaze back to his face. “I trust you.”

That was all she said, and he nodded once. “You have the power, Amy. You control me.” Joker had always been the one to take control, to dominate, and although that desire was in his blood, it was the very essence of who he was, he knew Amy didn’t need that shit. If she ever decided to submit to him, he would take care of her, treat her like his Queen, and never make her feel like she couldn’t trust him. He’d never betray her.

“I don’t know where to start, Joker.” The long T-shirt and sweat pants she wore were maybe not the most flattering apparel, but to him she looked fucking gorgeous. “But I want to see it, Joker,” she swallowed. “I want to see your… erection.”

God, the way she said that, all soft and hesitant, had his dick jerking. He started removing his underwear nice and slow because he didn’t want to frighten her. His erection sprang free, his breath hitched as her eyes widened, and he swore to fuck he could have come just from the sight of her staring at his cock. Her breathing visibly changed, her breasts rose and fell under the thin material of her T-shirt, and his cock jerked. He didn’t know how far she’d allow this to go, but she did have control over this moment, and he’d go along for the ride.

“Are you sure about this, baby?”

She licked her lips and took a few seconds to answer. “I don’t want to live in the past anymore. I want you, have never wanted anyone else, and I know you’ll never abuse my trust. I love you, Reese.”

He smiled a real and genuine smile because he loved this woman so fucking much. He swore his dick visibly pulsed with each passing second that she stared at him. Hell, he could feel cum starting to seep out the tip. The slight worry that marred her face pulled at his heart. Joker reached out and stroked her face with his thumb. “You have the control, baby. I am here for whatever you need.” He was large man in every aspect, and he could see the thoughts running through her mind. She worried about the pain, about him stretching her, and just about being with him. His Amy was scared, and he fucking hated that.

All thoughts fled him when she moved closer and wrapped her hand around his length. She started stroking him with slow strokes. “Am I doing it okay?” she asked softly.

Oh fuck, yeah she was. He nodded once, unable to speak. A harsh sound left his throat when she dragged her hand over the underside of his cock. Joker could have come right then and there, but the first time he got off with Amy would be with her under him and coming as well. It felt so damn good that he was having trouble keeping his eyes open. All he wanted to do was give himself over to her, but he wanted to prolong this moment with her. “Jesus Christ, Amy.” He groaned loudly, cursing, murmuring how good it felt, how good she made him feel. “You’re doing such a good job, baby, but we have to stop, or it’ll be over before it really begins.” He was far too sensitive and needed a breather. “Shit, baby,” he couldn’t catch his breath. “Let me make you feel good, Amy.”