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Authors: April Angel,Milly Taiden

BOOK: A Hero Scarred

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Chapter Eight

Jessie sat on her living room sofa, staring at the latest set of documents she’d come home to. Another legal battle. This time over her father’s antique car. Her lawyer had already said it wasn’t even worth her time to worry, but he wanted to keep her abreast of what her ex-husband was up to.

“I knew it was too good to be true.” She sighed, exhausted.

Uncurling her feet from under her, she stood to go run a shower. She’d shut off most of the lights in the living room, leaving a single lamp beside the sofa lighting the space. Her mind drifted back to Matt. Scarred Matt. She wished she could have helped him see that those scars didn’t make the man, that the man he was inside mattered more.

Kayla had tried to get her to stay. Jessie felt bad, but if she stayed, she’d seek out Matt and he was too scared to see beyond his scars to open himself up. Then again, so was she.

Her doorbell rang. Hopefully it wasn’t Rissa coming to tell her how she needed to cut her shit and finish her vacation. She really could do without having the “you’re stressed out” talk. Her throat closed up when she saw him standing there.

“Matt?”

He held a bouquet of yellow roses toward her. Anxiety filled his gaze.

She took them out of his hands and studied his tense stance.

“I’m sorry,” he blurted out.

“Um, do you want to come in?” Heartbeats pounded so hard in her chest she felt lightheaded.

He strode into her apartment, filling up her living room with the scent of his fresh cologne. Her mouth watered as she took in the way his jeans fit his ass. Hot damn. The leather jacket and black T-shirt reminded her of a biker badass.

She cleared her throat, placed the flowers over the coffee table, and studied him. “What are you sorry about?”

“I was stupid.” He gulped, curling his hands into fists. “I didn’t want to see pity in your face when you saw my scars. I’ve been so self-involved in my own world of keeping others from feeling sorry for me, that I didn’t stop to think maybe you wouldn’t.”

She took a tentative step toward him. “I would never feel sorry for you. You have scars. We all have them.”

With a shaky breath, she lifted some of her tank top to reveal her side. Large scars lined the area down from her ribcage to her hip.

He frowned as he stared at the jagged lines. “What happened to you?”

“When I was a little girl, we visited some family in the country. The boys were all climbing this thick, tall, tree.” She dropped her tank back into place and took another step, until she stood before him, watching him as she spoke. “My little sister, Rissa, asked me if I could do it.”

His gorgeous eyes never wavered from her face. Interest brightened the blue depths. She snorted. “It was the big sister challenge. I got to the top without a problem.” She licked her lips, lifted a hand to his chest and placed it over his heart. “But on my way down, I slipped and landed on a broken bottle.”

His eyes went wide. “Christ!”

“It embedded into my side.” The tripping of his heart under her palm felt soothing, intoxicating. “My dad took me to the hospital and said ‘You’ll be scarred, but that scar means you dealt with something and became strong because you survived it.’’’

She watched the emotions play out in his eyes. Fear. Concern. Hope. “I don’t need to see your scars to know you’re a survivor.” She glanced at his mouth and was tempted to kiss him. “But you shouldn’t hide behind them.”

Slowly, she slid her hands down to the edge of his T-shirt and under to feel his stomach.

He cupped her face in his hands and he kissed her, a powerful, emotional kiss that crushed her insecurities and flooded her with hope. He curled his tongue around hers, driving her arousal higher. Passion burnt in her core. Her pussy slickened with need. He pulled away from her, eyes glittering with desire.

She panted breaths into her lungs, watching him remove his jacket. Oh boy. He grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and started to pull it up.

“Let me,” she said, taking hold of the material.

She drew the cotton up and over his head until he was only wearing those ass-hugging jeans she wanted to tear off.

His hands clenched at his sides. That wouldn’t do. Locking her gaze with his, she leaned into him and kissed his stomach. His abs quivered under her lips. She kissed him repeatedly, working her way up his torso. Her mind wandered below the belt and she undid his jeans as her lips reached his nipple. His hot, hard, cock sprang forth.

“Jessie…”

She glanced up into his eyes darkened with arousal. “Matt, I want you. I don’t just mean want.” She hoped her honesty would clear some of the doubt in his eyes. “My body melts to a puddle of hormones for you. Scars or not, your body turns me on. Your face is gorgeous, but the rest of you is hot enough to destroy all my brain cells. You make me feel amazing, and I want to do the same for you.”

A smile tipped up his lips. “You are.” He kissed her again, running his lips up her cheek to her ear. “You know what this means, don’t you?”

His deep voice made goose bumps spread over her skin. “Hmm?”

“I’m not going anywhere.” He stared deep into her eyes. “You are a beautiful woman inside and out, and I want to spend more time with you. I know you’ve had that awful experience with your previous marriage.”

She glanced away, but slowly turned back to him. “Our time at the island taught me something.” She swallowed at the fear trying to worm its way into her chest. “You’re not like my ex, and I need to stop thinking all men are.”

“I don’t ever want to hurt you.”

Her heart flipped. Joy seeped through her pores and settled in her chest, warming the emotions she’d frozen long ago. “I know.”

“But I don’t want to let you go.”

She smiled. Happiness burst through her fear and kicked it to the curb. “So what do you want?”

“I want us to go back to the island and finish that vacation. I want to spend more days watching the sunset together.”

“I think that’s a very good idea.”

His gaze bore into hers. “No pressure. I just want you. Time with you.”

“That’s an offer I can accept.” She smiled and stroked his cock with her hand.

“Perfect. Now let’s see about your clothes.” His flirty grin melted her heart.

“I have one request.” She leaned forward and flicked her tongue over his nipple, enjoying his sharp intake of air. “Fuck me. I really want us to do it again. A lot of times.”

In a movement so fast she didn’t get a chance to react, he picked her up in his arms and held her. She curled her arms around his neck. “Matt, I’m big, put me down.”

“Nah, you’re all sexy curves, and I love it.”

The big, handsome jerk was
gonna get a hernia. She felt him toe off his shoes and kick his jeans to the side.

“Which way to your room?” He kissed her shoulder.

She turned her head to the side to give him better access and pointed down the hall. “First door to your left.”

“I know we can make this work.” He gave
her the “I’m going to fuck you brain dead” smile. Her pussy fluttered, desperate for him to fill her.

“I think so too.” She laughed. “Now let’s go see about getting me naked
and
laid.”

The End

~ About the Author ~

Hi! I'm Milly (AKA April Angel) I love to write sexy stories. They're usually either paranormal or contemporary with a large dose of heat. My paranormal stories can be anything from wolf-shifters (my favorites) to witches, demons and anything in between.
My contemporaries are usually anything from soldiers to corporate romances.

I was born the prettiest part of the Caribbean known as the Dominican Republic. Currently, I live in New York City with my hubby, the bossy kiddo and our little dog "Needy Speedy". Don't ask.

When I'm not working some really long hours at the day job, or hanging out in the awful life-sucking invention known as Facebook, messaging my bestie in the UK or shopping with my sis Julie, then I can be found watching scary movies. Buuut when I'm not doing that, I'm usually writing because the voices won't shut up.

I am addicted to shoe shopping, chocolate (but who isn't, right?) and Dunkin' Donuts coffee.

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