Page 103 of Scarred

I watch her come apart for me, unable to look away. Her lips are parted, and her head is thrown back as her eyes close from the pleasure I just gave her.

The pulse in her neck throbs a steady beat, and the mark I left on her just seconds ago is forming a nice shade of red that has the possessive side of me loving every bit of it.

I was a fool to think I could ever let her walk away. Every wall I’ve ever built around my life to protect myself and my daughter is starting to crumble, and I’m helpless as I watch it fall.

Her eyes blink open as her body relaxes, releasing the last of the tremors. I watch her come back to me as her eyes begin to focus.

I swallow past all the things left unsaid. The words I’m too afraid to speak, but know they can’t be held back much longer. Her eyes show me what I can’t as I slowly slide my fingers out of her, already missing her warmth.

“I should get you back home,” I say softly, tearing my eyes away as I start the car.

“O…okay,” she stammers, fumbling with her seatbelt as I put mine on.

The air in the car feels heavy as I emerge from the parking garage and head in the direction of Crystal Isle.

The only sound is the loud roar of the engine and the occasional shaky breath coming from the passenger seat that keeps pulling my eyes toward her.

The mark on her neck is impossible to ignore beneath the glow of the dashboard lights, and knowing I put it there does something dangerous to my head.

I tighten my grip on the steering wheel and force my attention back to the road when a soft growling noise suddenly fills the silence.

Luna’s eyes widen in horror. “Oh my God,” she mutters, slapping a hand over her stomach.

The tension in the car cracks instantly as I let out a laugh before I can stop it. “When’s the last time you’ve eaten?”

“Lunch,” she admits. “Someone distracted me at Breakaway, and food was the last thing on my mind.”

My mouth twitches as I glance over at her. “You didn’t seem to mind the distraction five minutes ago.”

Her lips part, and a smile threatens to break through. “No, I very much enjoyed that distraction.”

Suddenly getting an idea, I turn on my blinker and do a U-turn at the light. “Change of plans.”

She looks up in confusion as we head away from the road leading toward her apartment.

“Where are we going?”

“To get some food. You’re not the only one who was distracted,” I smirk.

Five minutes later, I’m pulling into a burger shack with a walk-up window. Even this late at night, the place is packed as usual. It’s no secret they have the best burgers in town.

“You do eat meat, right?” I ask. “I guess I should have asked that first,” I laugh.

“Burgers are perfect,” she grins, peering through the windshield at the black and white checkered building that looks like something from a 1960’s burger joint. They even have the red stools lining the bar for those who want to stay and eat.

“Be right back, then,” I say, putting the car in park and stepping outside.

Walking to the window, a few customers do a double-take before asking for a picture. I pose for a couple and finally get my order placed, sliding back into the car a few minutes later.

“Quite the popular guy,” Luna says, noticing the glances now that are coming our way while we wait for our dinner.

“We’re in Bolts country. I can’t even take a piss without someone asking for a photo or handing me something to sign,” I chuckle. “I try to do what I can, especially if they are kids, but privacy is something I rarely see anymore.”

“The bathroom is a little extreme,” she laughs.

“You would think so,” I scoff, rolling down my window when I see our food being brought out.

“Thanks, Sarah,” I smile, taking the bag and drinks from the young girl before handing her a generous tip for bringing the food to us. “Have a great night.”