Broken kingdom

Chapter 5 Oakley

Right break, left clutch—I remind myself as I straddle the Harley and stick a helmet on my head. 

It’s been a while since I’ve ridden one, but it’s not long before it all comes back to me and I’m cruising down the highway. 

I had no intention of ever driving again, but it turns out my dad was right the other day…the buses don’t run past seven in this town. 

Given my shift ends at eight and the walk home to my new apartment is over two hours…I had to come up with a good solution that didn’t involve putting other people’s safety in jeopardy.

Just mine.

Fortunately, my dad’s favorite hobby was the answer. 

Before he married Crystal, he was a big motorcycle fanatic who used to take his Harley out every weekend.

Hell, he loved his baby so much he taught me how to drive a bike well before he taught me how to drive a car. Therefore, asking to borrow one of his Harley’s was a no brainer. 

The way I see it, if I crash into someone while I’m riding a motorcycle, the only person I’ll potentially kill is myself. 

Ergo, it’s the perfect resolution. 

Too bad I can’t seem to figure out one for how to deal with the Covingtons. 

Or how to help her. 

Jace says Bianca’s happy now…but she didn’t look very happy the other day. 

Then again, her new life is none of my business. 

Because it’s not my ring on her finger. 

It’s his. 

My chest coils as I speed down the highway, heading toward the campus. 

She might love him now…

But she loved me first. 

Even when I hated her.

Past…

Baby shower. 

Showers for babies. 

So fucking stupid. What kind of baby needs a shower when they aren’t even born yet? 

A surge of pain permeates my chest. 

A baby that isn’t mine. 

Stumbling out of my car, I feel around my pockets for my house key but come up empty. 

Fuck it. I’ll break a window and tell Mr. Covington a bird flew into it. 

How could I ever love you? You’re such a screwup. 

Crystal’s last words to me infiltrate my head. 

Fuck that whore. 

I loved her. Gave her everything I had left to give, but it wasn’t good enough. 

She used me. 

Then left me. 

Just like my mother. 

Frustrated, I pound my fist on the front door of the guesthouse, the world around me spi

Every woman I love ends up betraying me. 

And I have no one to blame but myself. 

I turn the knob, surprised when it opens. I must have forgotten to lock it when I left. 

Staggering inside my apartment, I dump the contents of my pockets onto my kitchen table. 

A lighter, my favorite orange bowl, a bag of Mary J—the only bitch I can trust—and some pills. 

Without a second thought, I pop one in my mouth and swallow. 

It’s only ecstasy so it’s not enough to fuck me up the way I need right now, but it will do. 

Anything to take the pain away. 

Anything to get me back inside my safe room. 

The place where everything is all Gucci, baby. 

The place where my demons can’t find me because I locked the door and threw away the motherfucking key.

It’s only then I notice a small figure buried underneath the covers on my bed. 

I scan my brain, wondering when I invited Morgan to come play, but I honestly can’t recall. 

Half a bottle of Jack and some E will do that to you. 

I undo my belt and step out of my jeans, fisting my dick through my boxers. 

“Hey, boo,” I greet her as I slide into my bed. 

She doesn’t respond, but it’s okay. 

I know a great way to wake her and my cock up. 

Closing my eyes, I drape my arm over her body and cup one of her tits. 

They’re firmer and bigger than I remember. Shit. 

It’s not Morgan…

It’s Hayley. 

The only girl in my life who didn’t leave me. 

Because she didn’t have the chance. I kicked her the fuck out before she could. 

But every so often—on nights where I’m really fucked-up—I rope her back in just to remind myself how my life could have turned out. 

That I could have had a sweet girl. 

That I could have been a good boy…

Just like my mom told me to be before she left me forever. 

Groaning, I roll on top of her. 

I need to get lost inside her so I can forget myself. 

Her skin is so soft and creamy. A sweet apple scent invades my nostrils as I kiss down her neck. 

She smells different—my brain registers, but I don’t care. 

With the way I’m feeling, I’m liable to fuck the seventy-year-old lady who sells me my black and milds at the gas station. 

She utters a low moan, her chest heaving as her hips buck against my cock. 

Hayley’s not usually so forward, but I’m glad she’s not scared to take what she wants. 

That makes two of us. 

I tease one of her nipples through her bra.

Arching her back, she digs her nails into the back of my scalp. 

Christ. That’s what I’m talking about. 

I trail my tongue along her cleavage. “You’re giving me that ass tonight.” I bite the top of her tit. “You hear me?” 

She freezes and the disappointment in my chest feels like a brick. 

There’s no doubt in my mind it’s Hayley now. 

My i

It took me almost six months of dating her exclusively before she gave it up…but I liked the chase. 

However, things turned stale between us shortly after I took her virginity, and it became apparent we were on completely different playing fields. 

She wanted it sweet and gentle while I…

Wanted to fuck.

Show her my scars. 

But Hayley wasn’t interested in seeing them. 

No one is. 

Everyone in my life just wants the fu

And I do it without protest…because I don’t want the people I give a shit about to abandon me. 

Giving Hayley what she wants, I squeeze her tits gently even though I really want to flip her over, grab her hair, and feed her ass my dick from behind.

Make her bleed for me. 

Burn her from the inside out so I leave my mark. 

Ensure she’ll never forget me. 

“More,” she rasps, her voice huskier and needier than I’ve ever heard it before. 

I work my way up her body and crash my mouth against hers as she wraps those long legs around me. 

Only they don’t seem quite as long as I remember. 

The thought alone should be enough to stop me, but the way she’s kissing me…

Jesus fucking Christ. 

This girl can’t get enough. It’s like she’s sucking my damn soul into her body. 

The moment she nibbles my lower lip, whatever thread I was hanging on to snaps. 

Our kiss turns messy and I shove my tongue inside her mouth, devouring her. 

My hand goes to her throat, threatening to squeeze. “Turn around and spread that pussy so I can eat you.” 

She opens her mouth, but I shove my tongue inside again, giving myself one more taste.

Her greedy tongue meets mine thrust for thrust, fighting for control. 

She’s so different tonight—wicked, even, but I fucking love it.