Page 148 of Scarred

I think back to that night, and how a million things go through your head, and suddenly the nine months of prepping yourself and feeling ready go right out the window.

“I was terrified,” I chuckle, turning out of the parking lot and heading toward my condo. “But then…”

Memories of seeing Scar for the first time surface in my mind, and it was unlike anything I’ve ever felt.

“But then I see my daughter for the first time,” I smile. “When they placed her in my arms, it was like a love I’ve never felt before. Seeing this tiny baby that I helped create…” I shake my head in wonder. “She became my whole world, just like that,” I say, snapping my finger. “Don’t get me wrong, I was still terrified…still am every single day.”

My fingers tighten slightly on the wheel as the need to protect my daughter intensifies.

“Becoming a dad has been my greatest gift, but it has also been the hardest thing I’ve ever done. All I want to do is keep her safe.”

Luna lets out a slight giggle, and my brow arches as I glance her way.

“What?”

“I’m just picturing the first time a boy picks her up for a date. That poor kid is going to be terrified.”

“There won’t be a boy because she’s not dating,” I snort. “I was a teenager once, and know how boys think. No way in hell will I let those horny guys get near her.”

“That’s your plan?” She laughs. “To keep her locked up?”

“Just until she graduates high school,” I shrug. “Then I’ll come up with a new plan because college guys are even worse,” I mutter.

“I stand corrected. It’s poor Scarlett I’m worried about now,” she shakes her head and chuckles softly. “You know, I dated in high school and turned out fine. I didn’t even lose my virginity until after graduation.”

“And we both know how that turned out,” I snort. “The idiot guy you were with couldn’t even tell a real orgasm apart from a fake one. Or worse, they didn’t care as long as they got off.”

I park in my reserved spot in the garage of my condo and turn off the engine. My eyes sweep her body that’s still wearing my jersey, and something inside me dangerously awakens as I reach over and trail my finger along her bare thigh.

“What they don’t realize is that they missed the best part,” I murmur, running my thumb under her black skirt until I reach her panties.

“And what is that?” she whispers as her breath hitches when I find the vee of her thighs. Like a good girl, she opens her legs up more for me, already damp and needy for my touch as I rub her clit through the thin lace.

“Watching you come undone,” I say quietly, moving her thong to the side and sliding a finger in. Her eyes close in pleasure, and her lips part on a sigh.

My dick hardens from the sight and presses painfully against my zipper as I add another finger and feel her walls stretch around me.

Her moan fills the silence, and I soak in every little detail I can as I watch her head arch back and expose her neck to me. The steady pulse against her skin has me leaning over and pressing my lips to it before I move to her ear.

“I’ve been fantasizing about you wearing my number while you cum all over my cock,” I breathe against her skin as I drag my fingers along her walls before plunging deep inside again. “But since I’m feeling extra cocky tonight after my win, I want more.”

Her hips begin to move against my palm as I slowly fuck her with my hand. I can tell she’s close, but I’m craving something different tonight.

Removing my hand, she whimpers from the loss of contact as her chest rises and falls against my jersey.

“Get on your knees and turn around,” I say, more roughly than I intended, as my voice grates against my throat.

Her head whips in my direction, and I point to the passenger window. “On your knees, little moon. Unless your throbbing little cunt doesn’t want to cum,” I ask, raising a brow, but knowing damn well she wants to. I didn’t miss the way her thighs pressed together when I dirty-talked. My girl definitely likes it when I make her feel naughty, and I’m more than ready to satisfy that side of her.

Getting on her knees, she faces the window, and the possessive side of me comes out to play when I see my name and number on her back.

Fuck, if that doesn’t feel like it belongs there.

Moving her hair to the side, there’s enough light in the car to get me the view I dangerously crave. Pushing her shoulders down slightly, I slide my hands up the back of her thighs and over her round ass as I lift her skirt as I go.

For once, I wish I weren’t in a Porsche, so I could have more room to explore, but this view will definitely do for now.

My finger trails down her crevice before touching the lace of her black thong. I grip the fabric with both hands, and in one swift motion, the sound of lace tearing echoes off the windows as I toss the ripped material to the side.