Perfectly Broken [COMPLETE]

(4) Venturing Out

[For Mature Audiences]

Feeling a scowl tug at my lips, I watched as Alec overlapped with laughter in my bedroom.

"I can't believe you took a picture of her step-brother!" he chuckled, leaning his back against my closet for support. I grabbed a pillow and threw it at his head, taking him by surprise when he fell to the floor and glowered at me while I played innocent. "Oh, you're going to get it, missy!"

He grabbed the pillow at his feet, standing up with his chest puffed out and I tried to contain my laughter with little success, grabbing another pillow. Hitting one another, we giggled like kids. I stepped on my bed, trying to get some leverage since he was, of course, taller and stronger than me, hitting me on the shoulder when I slam dunked his face with my pillow. When I almost knocked him over, he caught his balance, glaring at me before jumping on my bed to tackle me to the mattress, his body falling on top of mine in the impact.

Calming our racing hearts and chortling, we acknowledged that our bodies were pressed together, his arms barricading me on both sides. His warm breath hit my lips, sending a shudder down my body, our lips only inches apart, our eyes gazing into one another. I wanted him to kiss me so badly, needing him to mold to me, to complete me.

He smirked seductively. "Well, aren't you going to kiss me?" he asked, tugging on a strand of my hair. I felt my heart leap then crumble when he chuckled, confirming that it was a joke. My stomach clenched at the pain of his humor and when I didn't respond, he shrugged and pushed himself off of me. Why did love have to feel so good but hurt so much at the same time?

Frozen in place, all I could think about was why he was so ignorant about my feelings for him. He could tell when every other girl liked him but when it came to us—to me—he was blind. I turned my head, watching him stretch before picking up his book bag which made me sit up, panicking.

"Where are you going?" I asked. Unintentionally, I bit my bottom lip, giving him a puppy dog look. I didn't know I was doing it until he smiled, running his hands down my hair to cover my cheeks, and rubbing his nose against mine playfully.

It was the puppy dog face, of course, he was going to give me the puppy dog nose thinking I needed cheering up.

He stepped back, stuffing a hand in his pocket. "Brooke's parents invited me to dinner." He clutched the strap of the bag while I wrapped my arms around my legs.

"Oh." I hid my disappointment with a smile—like always. "Well, have fun, and don't do anything I would do."

He smiled beautifully, pushing back his long dark locks of hair. "Then they won't like me for being bad." I flinched unnoticeably at the reminder of my angelic personality.

"L-O-L."

Walking out of my room with a wink, I fell back exhaustingly with a sigh, snatching my phone off the nightstand. I could really use a session after that. He always left me flustered. Thoughts of his devious smile haunting my dreams, his manly musk filling my room, his rough touch imprinted on my skin. He'd never know the spell he had on me could sink so deep, moistening my core with only the thought of his skin on mine.

Unlocking my phone, the wallpaper of me and Alec sticking our tongues out at the camera during a P!nk concert on my birthday, making it worse. Scrolling through my contacts, I found Ryan's name with the nickname Nightmare while Alec's was Dream. I sighed in defeat.

Taking Mr. Mason's advice, I grasped the resolve to find a cure by myself, refusing to call Ryan, but that was when Alec was occupying my room. With him gone, could I still make it? Could I deal with the lustful thoughts that aroused my body every chance it could? I shook my head, knowing damn well I was a shameful, addicted, love-sick slut after a relationship committed man. And I couldn't call Ryan for a fix!

Ryan calling me by my name during our intimate moment last time was a reality check that we were getting too caught up with each other. He was beginning to see and feel me as I was and not as Chelsea which was as bad as it could get. We'd need a break sooner or later. It might as well be sooner. To get our minds back on track, back on the purpose we had entered in, and not on each other.

My phone soon vibrated, temptation calling me, and after telling myself I wouldn't find my cure in him this week, I ignored Ryan. I've never ignored him before and I really didn't know how he'd react. I was a tiny bit fearful, deciding to put it on silent, sitting up in bed.

"Uhhh! I want Alec!" I growled into a pillow. Once I find out Brooke is cheating on him, I'll have him all to myself.

However, what if Brooke wasn't cheating on him? What if she was in fact solely committed to Alec? Then I'd never have the chance to be with him. But wasn't his happiness more important?

I jumped out of bed, slipping on my shoes with a sudden idea. I'd just go check up on him at Brooke's place, see if he was truly happy, and if he was, I'd give up on this wild goose chase and move on. He was my best friend, deep down I'd know the right thing to do and do it...like the good girl I was.

For some reason, that frustrated me, always being good, letting Brooke take what I had been eyeing since middle school with a swing of her hips.

"Mom, I'm going out, I'll be back soon," I called out, snatching the car keys off the counter.

"Okay, sweetheart."

I jumped into my car, speeding out of the driveway and down the street. Brooke only lived ten minutes away, her house on a hill overlooking the town like they were the rulers.

Their house was lit brightly and I drove past, not wanting to be noticed. Instead, I parked two blocks away by the park and walked to their house. Sneaking down the driveway, I noticed only one car was here. Maybe the rest were in the garage.

Kneeling down behind a bush, I took a glimpse into the kitchen, my heart racing that I was really sneaking around like a burglar. Confusion washed over me when I realized no one was in the kitchen or the dining room. Tiptoeing around the house, cursing when my toe hit a disguised gnome, I followed a muffled sound coming from their guest house. Creeping closer, a tight knot raveled in my gut when I realized a grunting noise, peering into one of the windows to see Brooke and Alec making love.

My mouth dropped. Dinner my ass! This so wasn't dinner unless you count the whipped cream Alec was licking off of Brooke's breast.

"Oh, baby, you taste so good," Alec moaned in a deep voice I'd never heard before. He kissed her lips, his naked chest pressed against her as he fingered her soaking treasure box.

I knew it was stalkerish, felonious, downright revolting to watch the man you love ravish another woman but I couldn't seem to look away. He looked like a completely new man, nibbling on her ear, causing her to cry out his name. Well, the conniving smirk was the same. Before I knew it, my fingers were drifting to my own triangle of ecstasy, watching Alec bravely venture down to hers, licking his lips hungrily. And if I wasn't watching it myself, I would have never believed it.

Alec ate her like she was she was the last piece of cake after a year without sweets. Jealousy ruptured through me, wishing that were me as Brooke cried out in pure pleasure, opening her legs wider to satisfy him more. Pinching the window seal, I felt my knees turn to jelly, watching him bit her, eat her, swallow her, all while never taking his eyes off her, like a predator. Even though I felt lightheaded at the hot breath I was releasing, I basked on.

He kissed her privates, trailing kisses up her stomach to her lips then stood up, giving me a view of his manhood. I sucked in breath harshly, never knowing his pants could hide that. Now I felt like a stalker, wishing to turn away before he plowed her but my body wouldn't react. I wanted to know how good Alec really was in bed. And by the way, Brooke dug her nails into his back as he drove himself straight into her, he was amazing.

"Oh, God!" Brooke screeched, making Alec put on a devilish smirk in a victory. "Oh, baby, go deeper!"

My chest was about to explode, my fingers already moist through my jeans. And it only got worse when he said in a deep, sensual voice, "I'll go as deep as you want, baby." I knew I was in need of both a cold and hot shower when I got home.

He held onto her waist, ramming himself inside her, growing deeper, faster, and stronger with every pulsating movement. Brooke's face was priceless, biting her knuckle to keep from screaming at the top of her lungs. He continued for quite a while to the point where I had to sit down, my legs growing numb. He was really an exquisite lover.

When I looked up, Brooke's right leg was over her head, Alec getting deeper to satisfy her craving then threw her leg over his chest to hit her diagonally. He was stronger than he appeared, holding her waist, staying on his knees, thrusting her body against his manhood. She didn't even have to move. He did all the work, sweat glistening while he slammed her dripping core against him roughly. I actually felt the fear of her breaking at how brutal yet delicately he held her.

"Almost there," he grunted, flipping her on her hands and knees. He cupped her breast, kissing her shoulder while she muttered how good he felt inside her. Did I say I was jealous, wanting him to be in me like that? Not even my imagination could satisfy my lust cravings after this episode.

One hand tugged on her n****e and the other drifted below the belt to play on her playground a little bit more. He pushed himself as deep as he could in her, sitting her up to have her back on his chest, slapping her delicacy, causing her to scream in pain, and only getting rougher by the second.

Finally, with a roar and a squeal, they reached their climax and so did I, panting while I dropped to my knees bitterly. Not even Brooke is stupid enough to cheat on a man who could satisfy her needs like that. And that's when I realized, my obsession with Alec, after this little adventure, wouldn't get better, it'd get worse. I wanted him more than ever now.

Abruptly, I felt a hand slither across my face and an arm wrap around my waist. My heart was doing summersaults, the instinct to get away screamed while I struggled out of whoever's grasp.

"Calm down," a soft voice whispered in my ear. Feeling my body relax in their arms, he said, "Good girl."

I c****d my head over my shoulder to see two shining hazel eyes through curly blond strands and a diabolical smile which gave me horrified goosebumps and shivers. Brooke's step-brother surely knew how to catch someone off guard but letting them go seems like a different matter.

"Now give me a reason why I shouldn't kill you."