Broken (#1) Read Online Free Book by A.E. Murphy

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, College, Dark, Drama, New Adult, Romance, Young Adult Tags Authors: Series: Broken Series by A.E. Murphy
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Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 135652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
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“I’m aware of your opinion of my mum. If your two days of moaning and bitching after she left were anything to go by, I’d say you hate her.”

“Hate is a strong emotion your mother isn’t worthy of,” he responds smugly and feels his now completed tie with one hand. “Thank you.”

“Just making myself useful,” I go back to the bed and lower myself onto it. “I look like I’m carrying twins.”

“You look like you’re glowing. Stop moaning about your appearance.”

Resting back on my elbows I watch him pull his jacket on and smooth down the lapels with his hands, “Stay inside. No wandering around in this weather. I’ll be back by dark.”

“Can’t I come?” I pout, tilting my head back to plead with him, eye to eye.

“No.”

“Why?”

He smiles wickedly, “It’s a surprise.”

“I hate surprises,” I grumble, swinging my legs side to side.

Nathan drops to his knees in front of me, pushing my legs out of the way so the top of his thigh connects with the side of my left hip. “You love surprises, you just hate waiting for them.” His finger flicks at my lower lip. “And stop pouting.”

“No.” I pout even more, it soon turns to a squeal when he lunges forward and I feel his teeth latch onto my lower lip. He releases me after a few torturous seconds and kisses my forehead. “You just bit my lip.”

“Don’t pout.” I want to pout for not being allowed to pout. Instead I flop back onto the bed, cringing as the baby swims around in my stomach. Nathan lifts my shirt and watches with his head slightly tilted. “He’s running out of room.”

“Yep,” I close my eyes and remain relaxed when Nathan prods at the flailing limbs poking under the surface of my skin. He chuckles to himself, his fingers grabbing at feet and knees. “You’re making him do it more.”

“Your belly feels really tight,” he remarks, I hum in response. It does, he’s right and I have no clue why it’s doing that. I’ll ask the good old doctor on Wednesday. Nathan goes back to playing limb grab with the baby. My eyes close, I’ll just keep them closed for a moment. Only a moment.

My entire body tenses when I feel his soft, stubble free lips along the lower curve of my stomach. He doesn’t stop there, he kisses further up sending tingles along my spine and continues going up. His kisses linger, each one a gentle caress. Leather clad fingers trail up my bare side, his thumb skims over the swell of my breast. A shudder racks through me along with a light moan.

My skin heats, my stomach tingles and I gasp when I feel the bed dip. His hand cups my chin, pulling it to the side. With my eyes closed I try to pretend this isn’t happening, I try to pretend that after over two months of no contact from Nathan, he isn’t doing this now. I can’t push him away, I want to but my body is on fire. I’m surprised I’m not trembling with need.

I feel the bed dip as he climbs up beside me.

A loud gasp rushes from my throat as he kisses the side of my neck. His tongue comes out to taste my skin as his hand holds my chin, stopping me from turning towards him and making the skin less tight and sensitive where he’s kissing.

How can he want to do this with me? My body is hideous right now.

“Nathan,” I manage to say through my panting. Am I telling him to stop? I don’t know.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” He whispers in my ear and bites down on the lobe. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever felt the need to touch, the need to taste.” His tongue flicks at my neck, the spot below my ear that makes me purr.

“Stop,” I say, my mind a war of emotions. “You… we… stop…”

Why’s he shaking me? Why’s my brain so foggy? I blink open my eyes, noticing the heavy feel of sleep pressing against my lids. “Huh?”

Nathan looks down at me, his lips twitching with a knowing smirk, “I lost you for a moment there.” We weren’t kissing? “Sounded like a fun dream.”

“What?”

“Are you okay?” He’s used to me falling asleep at random moments, but this is strange. It didn’t feel like a dream. “You look a little disoriented.”

“I… we…” I rub my eyes with the heels of my palms and slowly sit up. “When did I fall asleep?”

He shrugs, “I was trying to grab his feet. Two seconds later you were gone.”

“Oh,” so he didn’t kiss me then. My guilt dissipates to a low murmur in my chest and mind. It lingers because I just had a dream about another man, but it’s dull because I can’t help who or what I dream about. Especially right now. The past month or so has been hell. I’ve never been so horny and I can’t reach down there to deal with it myself.


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