Scarred (3 page)

“I wanted you from the moment I saw you. Being who you are actually caused me to pause…for like a minute.”

“I don’t know what to say.” Elena ducked her head nervously then she unlocked the door and this little, fluffy dog came running up to her. Must be a puppy.

“What kind of dog is it?” It was a cute, little one.

“It’s a husky. He’s only ten weeks. Soon he’s going to be big.”

“Good. He’ll be there to protect you when I’m working.”

“Do you want to go for a walk, Bruno?” she asked the tiny hairball who wagged his tail wildly. I gave the dog a look because I understood his need. I wanted her to walk with me everywhere. She grabbed his leash and some small trash bags, then we headed out.

“So what do you do for a living?” I wanted to know everything about her without having to look at a file.

She blushed. “Nothing at the moment. I hope to get a degree in social work.”

“But you live here? Please don’t tell me you’ve got a sugar daddy paying for your expenses.” I grumbled. I’d kill a motherfucker if that were the case.

She looked at me and laughed. “God, no. I have a trust fund that was set up for me when I was little. I just got access to it two months ago when I turned eighteen.”

She was only eighteen; I’d completely forgotten how young she was. She needed someone to look after her finances. Not that it mattered after we were married, but I didn’t want to see her get taken advantage of by people. “Wow. Do you need someone to manage it for you? I know plenty of people that work for me that could keep it safe.”

“No, thank you. I have enough for a lifetime. I won’t be spending it like crazy.”

“No, but this place is expensive.”

“Yes, and paid off without a mortgage. Besides, it’s not your business.” Damn it, I pissed her off but she ticked me off to start.

“I beg to differ.”

She arched her brow at me. “Well, so do I. Just because of…” I couldn’t take her bringing it up. It wasn’t that I held it against her, but I was fucking scarred because of it. Hell, I’d been so physically and emotionally damaged that I’d never had a girlfriend.

She took off toward the door but before she could open it, I pinned her to its wood frame and kissed her. Our lips crashed hard as they met for our first kiss. It softened as she melted into my arms. Her body felt so perfect against mine, clinging so intensely I had to pull back because I couldn’t just fuck her here like this. I wanted her in my bed, in silky things willingly waiting for me.

I backed up to look at her and she was so damned perfect. I wanted to tell her that she was everything to me even if I didn’t know much more than how beautiful she was. She made my heart and head spin out of control.

Her eyes looked up into my mine with a panged expression. “I’m sorry, but I can’t,” she murmured as I removed my arms from the door.

“What do you mean?” I needed to know the truth. Was I too scary to look at? “Do the scars bother you?”

“No, they don’t. We all have scars.”

“None as prominent as mine.” She looked away with a sad air about her. She had some of her own? I didn’t see the report so it might have been in there. “Oh, no. What happened to you?”

“You don’t know?” Her brows knitted like I was supposed to know what happened to her. 

“No, I didn’t do any research on you yet.” I knew I had just slipped that I was going to run a full report on her. I already had it, but I didn’t want her to know that.

“I’m going to let that go because you’re wealthy and I’m sure that’s just protective protocol, but it’s odd that you don’t know.” She took a deep breath. “I was in the car with my father that day. I was injured and hospitalized.”

“What? It didn’t say that in the accident records at all.” I was shocked.

“Are you calling me a liar?” Oh shit. I didn’t think of it that way.

“No. It’s just…I didn’t even know he had a daughter, so how could I know that you were in the car?”

“Well, he did and I was. I’m here and my scars are as brutal as yours. So if you were looking for a flawless beauty, you’ve come knocking on the wrong door,” she said defensively.

“To me you’re flawless. I haven’t found one thing I’d want to change—scars or not.” I bent down and kissed her again. I wanted her to know I meant what I said. Instead of pulling back, I pressed deeper into her fusing our chests together. I was about to lift her into my arms and carry her to the nearest soft surface when I felt something wet on my leg and knew it was too low to be the pre-come I felt leaking onto my boxers. I pulled away from her to look at the piss-head who had just soaked my pants.

Elena covered her mouth with her hand in shock, then gasped, “Oh, my god, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine,” I grumbled, involuntarily snarling at the dog.

“Do you usually grumble when you're angry?” She looked up at me with beautiful doe eyes and a kissable grin.

“I guess. I don’t evaluate my facial expressions when I’m pissed off, or rather pissed on.”

She let out a little bit of a giggle. “It’s just it’s really cute,” she sighed.

She thought I was cute; something I did was cute? Okay. I’ll take it. I felt like a king and all she said was my scowl was cute. Damn. I was so fucking hard I couldn’t even think straight. “Listen, little thing, please stop with the sweet shit.”

“Why? Because you’re Mr. Big, Hard, and Tough and no gooey nonsense for you?” she challenged, turning to finally leave the condo.

I wrapped my arms around her, pressing my cock against her ass letting her feel how hard I was. “No. Because, he’s big and hard. And you’re making it tough to walk.”

“Oopsie.” She blushed then left me standing in the doorway with a clearly visible erection. I grumbled, closed the door, adjusted my cock, and chased after her. I turned back quickly and thought I saw something out the corner of my eye, but it must have just been my imagination.

We took a very short walk for Bruno to finish taking care of his needs before heading back to my place for dinner. During that time, I learned how Dexter spent his free time; although, I could tell from just looking at him. He spent two hours a day at the gym.
Who the hell spent two hours working out? I got too bored with more than a twenty-minute jog.
Working out suited him well; I wanted to moan out loud every time his firm jaw flexed.

He made a point of holding my hand the entire time we were outside, rubbing and caressing it. He looked sternly at any guy that passed by us. It was like he was trying to tell everyone around that I belonged to him. Not that we had a relationship; we’d only officially met the other day. I may have kept a picture of him in my phone, but he didn’t need to know that. He was steamrolling me into something I wasn’t sure would work out. After all, our lives were changed by what my father did.

I started to cook a meal for us when he came up behind me wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my neck. I melted into his embrace like we’d been doing this all our lives. I never thought that the moment I met him I would lose my heart. I’d thought of him sexually for a long time now, but it was more than that. Dexter’s persona captivated me as much as his looks. Quite possibly, he had to be the most handsome man in the world.

“This feels so right, Elena. I hope you feel it too.” I heard the worry in his voice. The vulnerability was clear and needed to be addressed, so I gave him some reassurance.

I pressed back into his erection that covered the length of my ass and lower back trying not to think about what that thing could do to my little girly bits. “You know I can feel it.” I was blushing because it was the boldest thing I’d ever said to a man.

I swallowed hard when his hands gripped my waist tighter, his cock digging deeper against my skin. My head tilted back in response and gave him access to my neck which he didn’t hesitate to claim. I felt the bruising pressure of his tongue and lips marking my flesh. I knew why he was doing it too. It was just like when we were walking. He wanted everyone that saw me to know I was taken, and I so was. Everything, from the way he looks at me, says my name like an oath, his touch and kisses sent me into a spiral of mushy gushy mess. I wanted to stay like this forever, but I knew that we would never work. He had family that I was certain would hate me.

“Good. Now next time you see Michael Cole, he’ll know you belong to me because you do. Nothing is going to change that.” It sounded like a warning, but he had no idea that I wanted him so much that it didn’t matter.
Chain me to you,
I thought pleadingly. The way he made me feel was so special that I wanted to let him take my virginity tonight. I blushed again just thinking about it.

Trying to get some semblance of sanity back, I informed him, “Um…dinner’s ready.”

“I want dessert, but I’m going to wait until it’s served.” What a gentleman. I licked my lips while preparing our meals all the while thinking he was getting dessert sooner than he thought.

“Waiting only makes it better.” I turned to him after putting the meat and steamed veggies on our plates.

“Honey, anything that tastes of you will be satisfying.” He smiled at me before taking our plates to the table. I watched him walk away with his broad shoulders and tight round bottom. I never thought a man’s ass was biteable, but I felt like sinking my teeth into those juicy buns. Man, I was going to wear my lips out if I kept licking and biting them. Taking my eyes from his ass, I followed him into the other room shaking my head.

We sat down and started eating. The moment the steak hit his mouth, he moaned. I wanted to come on the spot.

“Elena, damn, you can cook,” he praised, looking at me like I was a treasure.

“Thanks. My foster parents didn’t have that much money for ordering out and stuff like that so when I was old enough, I was taught to cook.” I blushed again making my pale face almost as bright as my hair.

“I wished I’d known about you. I would have at least set you up comfortably. No matter what your father did, it wasn’t your fault.”
So he doesn’t know about the trust then. Huh?
I found all of this strange.
Who set up the fund?

“Who took care of you after your parents…died?”

“My uncle. Although, I wouldn’t call it taking care of. It was more like he took care of the family money and I was left to caregivers, doctors, and everything that came with my injuries until I took my company back when I was eighteen.”

“At eighteen? I can barely decide what to wear let alone be in charge of everything.”

“I wanted to have my father’s legacy live on. I wanted to prove that I could carry on.” Damn, the burn of my father’s disgrace felt even worse now. I was surprised that Dexter could even look at me without feeling rage.

“Thank you for not hating me.”

It was his turn to look at me like I was insane. “Hate you, woman. I could never hate you. I’m trying not to fall madly in love with you—until you’re ready for it.”

“Please. That’s bullshit.” I rolled my eyes.
Did he play that way with all the women?
With that wicked smile, I knew it would work.

“Yeah, you’re right. It’s bullshit. I fell in love with you from the first moment our hands touched. I knew you would be the one to rescue me from the pain of the past.” I gasped at his words because they were too good to be true. We don’t really have anything besides our pain in common. He came from a family that loved and tried to do right by him. My family didn’t care.

“You’re the one rescuing me.” It was true. He made me feel alive and wanted.

“I want to make love to you,” he admitted with a hungry look in his eyes.

“Right now?” I asked wide-eyed and nervously excited.

“Hell, two days ago, but after we take that fluffy troublemaker out.”

I just nodded then took a drink of my water.

Once we finished with dinner, he sent me to my bedroom to fetch some clothes and necessities because he planned to make me his in his bed. It took me a whole hour, but when I came out of the room with everything packed for Bruno and me, I saw our meal and all the dishes cleaned up.

“Wow, you cleaned up? You didn’t have to.” My place was cleaner than when I did it. I couldn’t believe how amazing he was. If he kept this up, he was in serious trouble.

“Actually, I did. I want you to leave with me right now. We can’t leave the place a mess because I don’t think I have any plans to let you go.”

“Is that so?” I didn’t believe him.
What if he saw my scars and ran?
He may have his own, but he was used to them. I was sure he’d slept with plenty of flawless women. Trying not to be jealous was impossible, but there was nothing for it; I was. I hid my fear of not being enough when he walked up to me kissing me hard. Taking my things like they weighed nothing, he tugged me out of the apartment.

My condo was lovely, but his was ten times more lavish and almost ten times larger. We walked into his place and I couldn’t believe how spectacular it was. The open floor plan worked to emphasize the beauty of all the décor. No offense to him, but this had a woman’s touch. “Did an ex decorate the place?”

“No, I hired a decorator to pimp out the place. I saw some of the décor in movies and asked the designer to make it happen.” He smiled and wrapped his arm around me while placing kisses on my neck.

“I like it,” I said honestly.

I could feel his smile on my shoulder. “Good, I’m glad, but if there’s anything you don’t like, you can change it.”

“Oh, no. This is your place. I couldn’t—especially if we broke up,” I exclaimed, tilting my head to look at him.

He gave me a peck on my lips and chuckled. “You’re cute. I keep telling you that I have no intention of letting you go, but you don’t seem to get it.”

“You haven’t seen me naked. I’m sure that you’ve had beauties in your bed. I’m not one of them,” I said throwing my cards out on the table.

“You’re not beautiful? Now, I sincerely beg to differ.” I watched as he started undoing his shirt buttons then pulled the shirt from his pants. Taking it off completely along with his undershirt, he stood there for me to see his chest. “This is me. I can’t show you the rest until I get you naked and have my dessert, but you see these scars. Do they turn you off?”

“No, not at all.” I was mesmerized actually. I wanted to lick his chest and rub it until I melted with all his sexiness.

“But you think yours would bother me. Why? I’m covered in scars.” He shrugged at me.

“Because you’ve been with so many women. And well…I’ve never done this before.” I let the cat out of the bag. I was shocked and nervous hoping that he would say something, but it took him a moment to gather his thoughts. So taken with his naked torso, I pressed my hand to his chest touching his scars, wanting to kiss each one of them.

“Listen to me and listen well. You think you’re the only one who’s nervous? Well, you’re wrong. I hated my scars until you told me that they didn’t bother you. No matter what anyone said, all I saw was a beast in the mirror. With your hands on them caressing me with such gentle tenderness, you make me feel like they don’t matter anymore.”

“They don’t,” I replied looking into his soul-penetrating eyes.

“I wasn’t done, my heart. I’m in the same boat as you. I’ve never done this either. No woman has ever been in my bed. Well, except you the last two days. I dreamed of you lying in bed taking me over and over again.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
Could he be saying what I thought he was?
“Are you telling me you’re a virgin?”

“Yes, I am. I was too young to date before the accident. Afterwards, I never let a woman in. I felt terrible about my wounds. Strange looks and cruel comments can destroy a young man. Now, I can’t say I didn’t have urges, I was still a growing boy, but I
handled
those needs.” He eyed my body focusing on the wet heat hidden from his view through a pair of jeans. With a raised brow he asked, “Have you ever
handled
your needs?”

“Yes,” I said nodding slightly. Ever since I saw his picture, I’d handled myself.

“Good. We can learn from each other without me wanting to bash a man’s head in, and you not comparing yourself to anyone. I’ve never wanted anyone before I met you, and I won’t ever desire anyone else. You’re my beginning, middle, and end.”

We left Bruno in the downstairs bathroom for the night with his doggy bed. Then Dexter picked up me and my bag and carried us to his bedroom.

I pressed my warm hand back to his chest, rubbing one of the most prominent scars that intrigued me. I felt him shiver; and when I looked up, his eyes were warm and smiling at me. Once we reached his room, he set me down on my feet. I barely reached his chest, but I stepped up on my tip toes and kissed the spot I had caressed. That was all he needed to take my desire serious.

~~~~~

Her body felt so perfect against mine as I carried her up the stairs. When her hand touched my chest, a thrill of excitement, hope, and love rushed through me. I couldn't get to the bedroom fast enough. Not acting like an eager pup, I maintained my composure and speed.

Setting her down on her feet, I was surprised that she kissed the scar she had her hand pressed against. I took her mouth tenderly as my heart raced. She accepted my ruined flesh. Hell, she more than accepted it, she embraced it.

I lifted the blouse she had on running my hands up her smooth sides until I reached the swell of her breasts. I felt her body shiver as my thumbs rubbed against her supple flesh hidden under a bit of material. They were large and round for her small figure and fucking tempting as hell, but I was on a mission to take off the shirt. Slipping it over her head, her breasts bounced in her lacy bra. I was salivating just staring at them. Immediately, I pressed my lips to her cleavage, kissing it softly. I wanted to worship the woman who was going to give me everything I thought I couldn’t have. I knelt before my queen and kissed my way down to her flat belly. I placed a kissed on her jean covered mound before unbuttoning her pants. She froze in place.

I looked up at her and pleaded, “Don’t. You’ve seen my scars. Let me worship you.” She relaxed just a bit, so I worked quickly to remove her pants. This was the first time I saw the scar that ran down her leg. It was jagged and red and looked like it hurt terribly. I placed gentle kisses along the broken line. She gasped but relaxed into my touch. My kisses moved down to the tops of her delicate little feet. Then my strong hands moved up her legs, gently rubbing her slenderness. I understood why she was afraid to show me her legs. The one was much thinner than the other. The muscles were weak and it was probably why she had a limp. Tomorrow I was going to look into a specialist to help her. Her appearance was perfect to me, but I knew it hurt her and that shit tore at me. When my hands reached her ass, I gripped the fuck out of her cheeks.

“Mine,” I chanted, pressing my face against her pussy. After claiming my territory, I looked up at her thinking she had no idea what I mean by mine. There wasn’t a soul in this world that could keep me from her. I’d do everything in my power to become a man worthy of her, but for now, I just needed to give praise and devotion to my savior, my reason for coming alive. I wanted to show her what she meant to me.