Not Damaged(6)

I want to live. I don’t want to be this damaged little girl.

Her heart thumped inside her chest, begging to get out.

Hope sprung inside her. Could she possibly come away from her past and delve into something magnetic and amazing.

“Sometimes in life you’ve got to learn to trust your instincts. What do you want, Jesse? Tell me what you want.”

She stared past his shoulder. I want to be me. I want to be happy with the past forgotten.

Her physiatrist told her the only problem she faced was her family. Her family remembered the pain of the past just like Jake. Even though he’d been helping her to achieve some kind of pleasure, she knew he held himself away from her. Everyone was afraid of bringing her past up or saying something that made her remember.

“I want to move on, and I want to feel,” she said, meaning every single word.

“Then we’ll move on, baby. Tomorrow is Saturday. Do you work tomorrow?”

She nodded. “I finish at two. It’s a half day.”

“I’ll pick you up at two. We’re going to spend some time together to get to know each other.”





Chapter Two





After Ryan drove her home, he’d gone back to the club to keep an eye on business. Three in the morning he went home for some rest. If he’d taken the coffee she'd offered him, he knew he wouldn’t be able to walk away. Jesse called to him in ways he thought were long dead.

He’d never been married before but he’d taken plenty of subs in his time. None of the women ever made him feel like Jesse. What was he thinking? Jesse wasn’t like any of the women he’d been with. Her past threatened to control her future at every turn. Talking with Jake showed him the kind of trouble he’d face when he finally met her family.#p#分页标题#e#

While Jesse tried to move past her pain, her family was more interested in reminding her at every turn.

He threw his keys onto the kitchen counter, and turned the light on. Opening the fridge, he grabbed a beer before going through to his shower. He always liked to end a Friday night on a beer. Turning the shower on, he stripped out of his suit and took several minutes to look over his body in the mirror. At forty he took his health serious. Checking his flesh for any unexplained blemish or mysterious lumps, he found nothing. His arms, back and chest were covered in ink.

Growing up he’d been addicted to the feel of the needle against his skin. Up one of his arms was a black tribal tattoo, while down the other showed a rounded snake that went up to his neck. No one saw his ink while he wore his suits. He had an eagle across his back, and on his chest several different designs, some black some colorful.

He took a quick wash and once he finished, wrapped a towel around his waist. Ryan grabbed his beer from the sink where he left it, taking a couple of swigs from the bottle. Heading to his bedroom, he closed the blinds and settled down on the bed. Ryan turned on the television, seeing some porno flick on the channel. Rolling his eyes at the triple penetration, he started looking through the channels.

Porn no longer pushed any of his buttons. Every time he watched a little scene here or there, he couldn’t help but imagine a guy behind the camera telling them to go faster, slow down or pull out and suck.

Once he started thinking about that, he lost interest. Sex wasn’t about going through the motions.

Fuck, I’m getting old.

Running a hand down his face, he finished his beer and turned off the television. He needed sleep if he was to get to Jesse in time for their first date. They were not going to do anything other than go to the cinema. Grabbing his phone from the side drawer, he clicked on the internet and did a quick search.

None of the movies gained his interest. With no movie to watch he settled on taking her for a picnic. He set his alarm for seven. Ryan knew a woman down at the local deli who made hampers providing she had a few hours to get it ready. After he put his order in he could go back to sleep and pick it up at one then head over to Jesse’s place of work. The more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea.

Sleep evaded him. Growling in frustration, he stared down at the problem. His cock laid rock hard against his stomach. Thoughts of Jesse made him instantly erect.

Gripping his shaft, he closed his eyes thinking about the blonde beauty who’d invaded his life. There was no way a woman he’d known less than twelve hours should have this effect on him.

He fisted the length, feeling the heavy throb of his arousal intensify.

Thinking about Jesse, he imagined what she would look like naked. Her tits would be firm and heavy in his palms. He would put money on her having large round, red nipples that would fill his mouth to perfection.