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Unbreakable

Novel By: IceBreaker
Erotica



(FINISHED)Summer Waters is afraid to be with her brother’s womanizing best friend because her brother is very protective, but she will come to find that they are too attracted to one another to stay away. View table of contents...


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Submitted:May 11, 2014    Reads: 1,414    Comments: 18    Likes: 16   


Author's Note: Oh my god, this chapter was so fucking impossible to write for various reasons. Hey guys! Thanks for being patient with me. Stuff was supposed to happen in this chapter but I decided to push it back to another moment. But I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. Let me know.

Chapter 8:All I need

My dad left without me having the chance to say goodbye to him. That was the shortest visit he's ever made but it was obvious why he left. He was caught by Chris. And Chris was mad at me, so he's gone.

My dad has been doing that since I was about six or seven years old.

I can't even recall how it started, all I remember is that he use to take joy in mom dressing me in little sundresses and skirts, and he'd have me sit in his lap so he could feel up and down my legs. But he's never touched me in any of my private parts.

At the back of my head, even as a little girl, I knew that what he was doing was wrong. I knew because whenever mom or Liam was ever around, he wouldn't touch me like that, wouldn't even have me sit on his lap. He acted normal.

But the more and more I grew up, the more I started to realize why I never told on him or stopped him. I believe it was because I was afraid that if I stopped him, or said a word to anyone, he'd stop loving me like he stopped loving Liam.

And with mom being a drunk and druggie for ninety percent of the time, I couldn't have neither of my parents not caring like Chris's parents.

Chris's family is so rich because both his mother and his father are very successful.

His father Christopher Sr. owns three billion dollar corporations while his mother is a lawyer.

So although Chris has all this money, he's missing the one important thing from his parents.

Love.

I couldn't imagine having that kind of life, to have so much money but being so damn lonely at the same time.

I guess Chris was right. I wasn't the only person with the fucked up family. I don't know who had a more messed up life, me or him.

I wanted the day to go on as normal, but I couldn't understand this deep feel of guilt in the pit of my stomach. Chris knows. And now Liam probably knows.

This was never supposed to get out.

I walked out of my room after sitting there for maybe two hours and walked downstairs.

The entire house was silent.

And I was a little thankful for it.

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Liam's POV

I watched a couple dozen girls all over Chris in the corner of the club and of course he was flirting back. That's what he does. No doubt he was going to try to take at least five of those girls home with him as usual.

Too bad I couldn't. Unless the girls wouldn't mind my place being my mother's house and me fucking them in the guest room. Nah, I was cool, besides, I was thinking about Imogene for the tenth time today and that girl always puts the unfaithful thoughts out of my head. She just has a way of chasing them away and making her the center of attention.

I look over to Chris. I still can't believe he fucked her. I should hate him right now. The one thing me and him don't share is our women. I was never into the women he's into. Well, their all hot and bangable but honestly, if he's in them, I don't want them.

Imogene being an exception.

Chris separate himself from the group, wearing that 'cuteboy' smirk those bitches actually fall for and he walks over to me.

He shakes his head and slides onto the stool next to me. "So fucking gullible."

I chuckle. "They always are. Which one you taking home?"

After a small moment, he looked to me. "No one."

Damn. That shocked the hell out of me. "Did I just hear you right?"

He chuckles and looks away from me.

"Christopher Clark is taking no one home to his bed."

"That's right. I don't want them."

"Then who do you want?" I asked.

"Someone whose not them."

"You sound in love."

Chris shakes his head. "I never liked that word."

"Well whomever she is, it's good she's making you into a faithful bastard. Is she here tonight?"

Chris shook his head. "God, I hope not."

"Why?"

"Liam, if you knew how fucked up this situation and drama with this girl was, you'd just freak the fuck out. I'm telling you."

"Couldn't be that bad."

"It's pretty fucking bad."

"Then leave her alone."

He sighs. "I can't."

"And why not?"

"Because I…that word I hate…her."

This was some shit I never though I'd hear from his mouth.

Either he was high, drunk, or both.

And what made this girl that special to have Christopher of all people feel that way about her?

"Damn, man, you do?"

He sighs deeply and buries his face in his hands. "Fuck yes, I do."

"How long have you known her because if you known her less than a damn month, you don't love her, trust me."

"I knew her my whole damn life. I'm pretty fucking sure that's how I feel. Lets not talk about this shit anymore."

"Fine." I held my hands up in surrender. "You know since I got here, not one girl came to talk to me."

Chris chuckles and takes his hands from his face. "Small town. Word got around that you vomited in a girl's mouth."

"Fuck. I forgot about that."

"I'm sure whatever girl you was sucking down didn't forget."

"Chrissy." Said a girl with a high sing songy voice.

Chris sighed and rolled his eyes.

I turned to see the group of girls eyeing him like candy.

"Jesus, fuck, do they give me a goddamn break?" He asks.

"Let them know you got a girl."

"I don't even know if I have one. She just pissed me off earlier."

"What happened?"

"Nothing. I don't wanna talk about it anymore." He said waving me off.

I chuckled. "Then stop bringing the shit up."

"Fine."

Three women walked up to Chris and I already knew where this was going.

"Chrissy, I called you." Said a short red head girl.

Chris sighed and gave me a look that said, get me the fuck out of here, before he faked a smile and turned to the women.

I shook my head.

"Whose your friend? Maybe the five of us can leave here together." Said a girl with black hair.

I chuckled.

Chris smiled. "I'm taken, ladies, but if you want to take my best friend home with his mother and his sister, be my guest."

The girls grimaced at me and walked away.

I glared at Chris and slapped the back of his head.

He chuckled and looked to me. "What? Where else were you going to take them?"

I sighed. "I'm about to go try to repair that shit," I got off my stool. "You're a dick."

He nods. "And now you know."

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Summer's POV

Tara came over noticing my bad mood and took me out. She wanted to bring me to some club name Starz. I heard of the place but I didn't know what to expect. I just wanted to get really drunk and sleep the night away.

It was my dad, and then it was Chris. Both of them were getting to my head and fucking me up.

The limo pulled up in front of the club. I could hear the music from outside.

Tara looked to me. "Please smile." She said.

I just stared at her.

My driver opened the door and Tara grabbed my hand and brought me out.

I had to pull my dress back down.

My dress was dark brown and short. Honestly if either Chris or Liam saw me, they'd go crazy.

Then my lacy over-the-knee stockings and bronze stripper heels didn't help the cause.

I didn't care though. I just wanted the rest of the night to be a blur.

Tara pulled me in the building and we walked through the hallway to get to the see-through elevator.

Me, her, and two other people piled in and it took us down.

One of the guys were eyeing my outfit and gave me a grin.

I looked away and to Tara who rolled her eyes.

The elevator took us to the actual underground club. Damn was it nice.

The doors opened and we had to cross some kind of runway type thing to get to where everyone was dancing.

The 'runway' had water on both sides. Normally it'd scare the shit out of me. I didn't care tonight.

I walked across the runaway, Tara right behind me, and stepped down. The place was beautiful and in the ceiling was all black with tiny glittery diamonds in the sky. Stars.

Immediately, I went to the bar. I just wanted to forget the day and that's what I intend to do.

After two drinks, I just started dancing, running my fingers through my hair and doing whatever the hell I felt like.

Guys started dancing on me and at the moment I didn't care. I felt like I was a complete shell. This wasn't the real me. It couldn't have been. The real me wouldn't do this or go that far.

I think at some point, I hear Tara calling my name but I ignore her and just go crazy.

If I could find the guts to tell her, maybe she'd understand why I wanted to just lose control.

I use to think that I was a strong girl. I'm not.

If I was, I wouldn't be acting like this right now. I wouldn't have pushed Chris away. And I would have told Liam and my mom about my dad molesting me.

"Hey,"

A tall guy with big eyes smiled at me.

"Hi." I said still dancing with other guys all over me.

"You're hot."

"Yeah, thanks." I said dryly.

I turned away from him and just went about my business, letting a guy with brunette hair feel all over me.

But when I turned, I wished I hadn't because I met eyes with Chris. How in the fuck did he find me in this crowd and what is he even doing here?

He glared at me. He was pissed the fuck off.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the crowd. I tried to pull away but damn was he strong.

He stepped onto the runway and forced me to follow him.

We stepped onto the elevators and he released my arm and glared at me. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"I can't have fun? I'm single now, aren't I?"

"Stop it." He slammed his hand against the '1' and the doors closed.

I stood in the corner, angry at him for taking me away. Tara was still down there probably thinking I got kidnapped. Basically that's what's happening.

"Why are you even here?" I asked.

He turned to meet my eyes. "I came here to get my mind of off my stupid fucking girlfriend but she happens to be in the same fucking club I am, dancing with a fucking group of guys."

"And I'm sure you weren't dancing with a group of girls?"

"No. I wasn't."

The doors opened and he grabbed my arm once again.

He pulls me out with him and starts walking towards the doors.

"Liar." I muttered.

He stopped walking and glared at me. "Let me tell you what I did. After I left, I wanted to go back in but I knew you'd just push me away again, so I sat on the fucking stairs and waited for your dad to leave because I wasn't about to leave you alone with him.

He tried to come upstairs. I stopped him, and he left. Then I went home where there was no one there and I didn't want to be alone with my thoughts so I called Liam, and we came here. I talked to a few girls, but did I offer to fuck them? No! Wanna know why? Because I love you, you fucking idiot." He grabbed me and we continued to walk down the hall.

I couldn't say anything after those words. There was just silence.

He pulled me onto the curb and we crossed the street to where his limo was parked.

His of course was better than mine being that his parents had more money than mine.

His driver opened the door for me and Chris pushed me into the car.

I scooted over to the far right and Chris got in and the driver closed the door.

I folded my arms and looked out the window. "Where are we going?"

He didn't answer, he just pressed a button to roll up the glass to give us privacy as the driver got in and the limo started to move.

"All I was doing was dancing, Chris. I wanted to get everything off of my mind and have fun. What's wrong with that?"

"What's wrong with that is that if you saw me in a club with girls feeling on me, you'd have a fucking fit and you know it."

"I'm sorry. I wasn't fucking thinking." I ran my fingers through my hair. "I'm sorry."

"That shit hurts, Summer. Look at me."

I couldn't.

He grabbed my chin, making me look at him. "Look at me. I know I act like I don't give a fuck about anything but that shit is an act. When someone I'm in love with has a bunch of guys touching on her, what the fuck do you expect me to do?"

Tears brimmed my eyes. "I'm sorry." I whispered.

He sighed and released my chin.

He stared at me for a while and before his eyes went to the window.

The silence was deafening. And we were quiet for at least a good ten minutes.

"I love you too." I whispered.

He met my eyes.

I didn't think it was possible to fall in love that fast. But its not like I just met him. I've known the man my whole life and I needed him. He has proven to me that he was going to protect me, and be there for me. He even stood up to my dad, someone I couldn't stand up to.

I reposition myself on the seat and get on my hands and knees and crawl over to him on the seat.

He watches me, his hazel eyes still holding anger, but reason, and maybe a hint of understanding. "I love you." I whispered again.

I leaned over and kissed his lips, still on my hands and knees.

He tasted like mint and vodka.

Even with the vodka, he tasted so damn good.

He seemed to surrender to me, and gave me the lead.

He wasn't exactly moving. He was still mad and he had every right to be. I pushed him away and then dance with a bunch of guys. What boyfriend wouldn't be pissed off at his girl for that?

After a moment of being too angry to respond. He grabbed me from my hair and parted my lips with his, and his tongue glided into my mouth.

Suddenly he began taking control.

And although it was sudden, I felt my panties getting wet immediately. He has got the craziest effect on my body.

He grabs me and repositions me on his lap.

His grabbed my jaw as he licked the inside of my mouth, caressing and exploring.

There was something sexy about kissing someone you truly loved.

It just felt so good.

I grabbed his hair and moaned under my breath as his hands went down to feel on my thighs.

But his hands were aggressive, touching and slightly digging his nails in…and I liked it.

"Chris." I whispered his name against his lips and from nowhere, he had me on the floor of the limo, my back on the floor while he was over me, with my legs wrapped around his waist.

I was panting, panting from nervousness, and from the excitement lurking in my body, ready to explode. I wanted him. I wanted his body. I needed it.

I lean up and pull his blazer from his shoulders and he helps me by shrugging out of it and he throws it onto the seat next to us.

I keep my legs wrapped around him and began to untie his tie he had on. I'm not focused on anything else, just him.

I pulled the tie off and threw it down.

Chris, still looking into my eyes grabs onto my panties with two hands and rips them off of me.

The limo was dark so I could hardly see his face but his eyes and the only sound was our breathing.

Ever felt like your man was the only thing in the world that would keep you sane and safe from the world? That's how I feel right now.

I pulled him down to me by grabbing his shirt. His lips latched onto mine, teasing and licking the inside of my mouth. It made me wetter, and less afraid for the pain.

My hands slid to his neck and through his blonde hair that felt soft as it slipped between my fingers.

His breath was so warm, and every kiss felt more meaningful than before, now that I know how he feels.

My hands slid from his hair, to his face and I held his face between my hands.

Everything else was a blur.

The outside traffic, even the limo was a blur.

My breaths were heavy, and fast. I tightened my legs around his waist and parted my lips from his. He sighed. "I don't know if I should be more angry or turned on by you."

"Please don't be mad. I'm really sorry. I didn't know you felt that way." I whispered as my hands slid into his hair, grabbing the blonde tresses through my fingers.

He nods his head. "I do, and I can't prove it to you in a fucking limo, Summer. In other words, I'm going to take you to my house so I can fuck you into insanity."





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