Read Online Nearly Broken by Devon Ashley - Free Book Online Page A

met and slamming me against the
wall, mashing his body into mine. I barely had time to gasp before
his lips shoved against mine. His kisses were hungry and rough,
almost desperate, and tasted of salt as my tears came between us.
    That annoying part of
my brain that knew it was wrong, kept screaming that I should push
away, but my lips just wouldn’t obey – they had ached for
this so much they’d never give it up now.
    Fear of falling got me
to wrap my legs around his waist, but it clearly didn’t worry
Nick any, because his hands were more interested in ripping my hair
free of its bind and roughly tangling his fingers through my roots.
    Nick . Just the
touch of his hands on my body was enough to make me moan.
    Nick . Whose
caress I’d slowly been craving more and more. Who was kind and
protective and loving. Whose arms I felt safe in, even when they were
rough. Whose kisses were sending my heart into overdrive and wetting
me down below.
    I fully gave in to the
kiss, slinking my arms around him, leaving one hand at the base of
his neck while the other explored his head. Mashing my lips against
his, I couldn’t believe how much I wanted this, how much I
wanted him. I tugged at a clump of hair, and a sexy guttural sound
rumbled from his chest. His mouth tasted of wintergreen and his
hands smelled of the fresh basil he used on the pasta special he made
all night.
    Hot and heavy and out
of breath, our kisses ended all too soon. My eyes opened, and for
once I got to look down on him, his piercing green orbs still hungry.
After a few deep breaths, he leaned his forehead into the niche
between my neck and shoulder, moaning, “God, Megan…I’ve
needed to do that for so long.” Continuing to press my body
into the wall with his weight, he sighed as I scratched his scalp
lightly with my fingernails.
    We began again with
lighter, more sumptuous kisses to the mouth and neck, both of us
releasing all that pent up sexual frustration in a series of long,
drawn out moans. But soon after, we could hear the back door open,
followed by Paul and Darla’s voices in quiet conversation.
They’d be on us any second if we didn’t break the
embrace.
    “Later,”
he whispered, kissing me one last time. I didn’t want to go,
but he slowly slid me down the wall. Feet planted firmly on the
ground, he squeezed my hand with a smile before heading back into the
diner.
    Now out of sight, I
sated the pestering urge within and pulled my sleeves down to my
wrists, then stepped into the bathroom to clean myself up.

I would have been happy
to keep the advancement of our relationship a secret, but once Tish
dropped in and made a beeline for Nick, he was quick to stand behind
me and wrap his arms securely around my waist. That brought her to an
abrupt halt, but it wasn’t anger or jealousy that resided
behind her bright blue eyes, it was more a knowing smile, more an I
told you so kind of glare, the kind that wanted to take
responsibility for two people being together, when in fact, that
person had done nothing.
    Nick and I were the
last to walk out the front door, so I locked it behind us and clipped
the key to my belt loop, pulling my shirt over it like I always did.
He took my hand as we followed our three co-workers down Main Street
and down a secondary street that would lead us to a huge field by the
middle school. We could already hear the live band and the occasional
announcement via loud speaker.
    I couldn’t help
but notice that with all the additional cars, there were a lot of
places someone could hide and I didn’t like the feeling of
uneasiness stirring inside my stomach, regardless of the warm hand
securing mine.
    I’d never been
to one of Myrtle Creek’s gatherings before, but it seemed like
a typical carnival or fair, only done on a much smaller scale. There
were homemade booths scattered around that offered all sorts of food
like corndogs, BBQ, sausages and burgers, and sickly sweets like
chocolate dipped cherries, cotton candy