Cheaters Anonymous (15 page)

“There was this girl at my meeting this week. Her name was Trish.”

I waited to see whether the name registered, but Scar didn’t even twitch.
I should just spill it out.

“She went to Hounds last weekend with her fiancé, but ended up screwing a guy with a rose tattoo.”

His eyebrows scrunched. There was no glimmer of guilt in his eyes as Scar thought through what I’d said.

“You thought it was me?” he asked.

“Yes. That was my first reaction. Then my good friend told me to get the facts.”

“You have a wise friend, then.” He smiled. “And I have a stupid brother who shouldn’t be fucking around in my club.”

“Ace?”

“No, Axel. He’s helping me out at the club.”

Scar’s oldest brother?

Scar reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. For a moment I thought he would turn on the device in my panties, and my body stiffened. He leaned his head to the side, smiling at my guilty face.

He scrolled through something on his phone and then showed me a photograph of him and his three other brothers… with their sleeves pulled up, showing off their almost identical tattoos.

I so owed Chris.

“We had this done while father’s last businesses were failing. It was a bonding thing. And roses were Mom’s favorite.”

That was the first time I’d heard Scar refer to his mother that way. He’d always called her Beth before.
Scar has really changed the past six years, hasn’t he?
I felt the pressure build behind my eyes.

“What’s the matter?” he asked.

“You and your mom... are you guys okay?”

“Yes, we finally are, Jules. It took a while for my therapist to beat the stupid out of me, but it worked.” He chuckled.

Wow!
Did Scar even realize how sexy he sounded?

“Jules, if you ever have a doubt, don’t wait a day or two to ask me. Please?”

I nodded. Why did I feel so awful inside? I should have known better than to let my imagination take me away.

“And if I ever betray you, Jules, you have my permission to chop off my dick.”

I laughed. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have doubted you.”

“Of course you should have. Given my history, I’m surprised you’re even talking to me.”

Why was he making it sound like he was a cheater, when in fact he’d never been unfaithful in his life?

“Don’t make yourself the bad guy in this, because you’re not.”

“Let’s just start this evening right, shall we?” He then leaned in and gently touched his lips to mine. It was quick and tender and so much more than I ever imagined his lips would feel like on my mouth again. I couldn’t move or speak.

“Breathe,” he whispered into my ear.

Air whizzed into my lungs. Yes, this was definitely the right way to start off the evening.

Scar guided me to the booth where my sister was already seated with Ace. I scrunched in and sat across from Ace. Scar scooted in beside me, and wrapped his arm around my waist possessively.

“So, Jules. I hear you’ve hooked my brother,” Ace smirked from the side.

“What is that supposed to mean?” I frowned.

Zoey elbowed him in the side. “Come on, Ace. Play nice.”

“I always play nice,” he said, leaning into her and kissing her with a full mouth.

Those two were like horny teenagers, completely lost in each other. Part of me was jealous. That was the kind of kiss I’d dreamed of having with Scar. This whole dating thing had me so confused. If I were to have a one-night stand, there would be no questions or hesitation. We’d both know what we wanted, and at the end of the night we’d part and never have to face the awkwardness of each other. Hoping for a silly kiss was not my style.

Ace, of course, wasn’t done with me just yet. He pulled away from Zoey, saying, “So, is my brother the rebound guy, or are you just going to screw him once and throw him to the curb?”

“Shut the fuck up, Ace,” Scar growled.

I connected my gaze with Zoey’s, and I felt the pain prickle my eyes. “You told him?”

Had my sister betrayed me? How could she have told Ace about my addiction? I thought if there was anyone in this world I could trust, it was her.

“Jules, it’s complicated. I didn’t kno...”

“Zoey, I’m your sister!”

“I think this double date is over,” Scar said stepping out of the booth and pointed to Ace. “I’ll talk to you later, fuck-face.” Ace simply stuck his middle finger out at his brother, letting a flawless grin stretch across his face.

Scar pulled on my hand, guiding me out, and I happily agreed.

“Jules, I’m sorry,” I heard Zoey say before I left, but I didn’t bother turning around.

I started crossing the dance floor when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Zoey’s eyes glistened with tears. I hated when she cried. “Please, Jules. I promise I didn’t mean to tell him. I didn’t even know it was him. It’s very complicated.”

I preferred to call this double date what it was: a complete disaster. And over.

“I can’t face Ace, Zoey. You need to deal with him. He’s got a temper.”

“I know. So you forgive me?”

“Yeah, I do. We’ll chat at home.” I gave her a hug. Zoey might not have spilled my secrets to Ace on purpose, but it still hurt, and spending time with a guy who enjoyed sticking a rusted knife in my back wasn’t on the top of my list. Zoey went back to Ace (and I hoped she’d send him to the doghouse), and Scar took me into his arms.

We were standing in the middle of the dance floor. A slower song began to play. As soon as I was pressed against him, the people around us disappeared.

“What is his problem? And why would Zoey do this to me?” I whispered, leaning my head on his chest.

Scar’s hand stroked over my shoulder blades where my back was bare.

“Ace can be persuasive.”

“Asshole,” I whispered to myself.

Scar’s chest shook underneath me, bringing my attention to its taut physique underneath his shirt. I placed my hand over his pecs and looked up into his eyes.

“This is much better anyways, just you and me.” The husk in his voice sent delectable shivers down my spine.

“So, are we really going to try this dating thing?” I asked. “Because every time I think about it, I get cold feet.”

“Yeah, we are. And I know a few ways to warm those cold feet up.” He paused, regarding me. My neck was still stiff and my shoulders somewhat aching. I tried to loosen them, but found it difficult.

“Jules, have you been satisfied enough this week?”

What? Yes! And no.

The memory of the vibrator buzzing between my legs as he controlled it made me heat. Yes, that would definitely relax me. If there was anything I was willing to give up control of, it was my orgasms.

“I feel embarrassed about it.”

“Why?”

Okay, let’s give this honesty thing a try.

“Because it’s something new. I’ve never allowed anyone to control my...” I lowered my voice. “Orgasms.”

He mimicked my whisper, saying, “For a doctor, you’re quite shy talking about human needs.”

“It’s different when I’m at the hospital.”

“For what it’s worth, I’m happy to know I can satisfy you.” He lowered one of his hands and reached into his jean pockets, and that’s when I felt it. My eyes flew open as I looked up, giving away what I’d hid in my panties.

“I was hoping you’d wear it tonight,” he grinned.

Oh, this was so wrong! Yet felt so good. It was one thing coming in secret when no one was looking, but watching Scar’s face as the pulse spread between my legs was definitely new and exhilarating.

“Relax, Jules. No one can tell. Just lean against me and enjoy the ride. I want to feel your body react.”

While he kept his hand in his pocket controlling the device in my panties, Scar’s other hand supported my back. We swayed to music I could no longer hear. The air heated between us, and I found it more difficult to breathe. Scar held me close enough that as the trembles flew through me, they probably bounced off his hard chest. I inhaled his manly scent and grasped his arms for support. That was a mistake. The musky cologne he wore swirled in my lungs. I pressed my lips to his arm, clasping my fingers around the hem of his shirt. The pulses quickened and spread to deeper zones. I could feel it as if it were his fingers working me. My breaths quickened and became shallower as my heart beat echoed against him banging back into my chest. The first jitters flew through me, and I lost my balance. Scar’s strong arms supported me, making me feel like I was barefoot. I was almost there; it would only take a few seconds for me to find my release.

“Look at me,” he asked. “I want to see your eyes when you come.”

I gasped but lifted my head and connected my gaze with his. My mouth opened by a fraction, letting out subtle pants and moans, and then everything crashed. I wasn’t sure which button Scar had pressed on his device, but it was one I hadn’t felt before. It was like a bolt of lightning that had been charging up in the skies for centuries before it found its outlet. The orgasm flew through me as I gasped for more air, digging my nails into his arms, holding onto him because my rubbery legs were losing the battle with gravity.

“Oh, my God!” I leaned my forehead against him and he finally took his other hand out of his pocket lifting my chin with his finger.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever known, Jules,” he said.

I might have been melting in his arms before, but now I realized I would turn into a puddle. His smile stole my breath and I sank deeper into his body, letting the euphoria that was still running through me subside. His fingers drew up and down the hooks of my corset top, soothing my shakes.

Feeling his heartbeat underneath my cheek and the way his muscles shifted with each step as we swayed to the music took me out of the dance club right into the bedroom where I imagined us on our own.

He’d slowly unhook each clip on my back, exposing me. I’d lift his shirt and roam over his muscled abs before pressing my bare chest against his while tracing my lips over the scars covering his skin. Our bodies would rock back and forth as I took in his perfection. He’d sit me down on his bed and remove the belt from his jeans before lowering them off his hips. And Scar would not be wearing any underwear.
Yeah, that’s how I thought about him and me, except I couldn’t go any further. If I did, I was afraid he’d see right through me.

“Jules, what are you thinking?” He brought me out of my thoughts. I didn’t even realize the music had switched to a faster beat.

“I don’t think you wanna know.” I felt my cheeks heat.

“Jules, you just came in my arms. Seeing your flushed face and shoulders, I think I really want to know.” His mouth curved up to the side.

“I was thinking about us.”

“And?”

“You know… us in bed.”

His chest vibrated with a growl.

“I will take you home if you ask me to. But we’ll need to stock up on food because I’m pretty sure I won’t let you leave for days.”

Was he implying our relationship would continue for longer? And why was I so hung up on that? Why couldn’t I just take it one day at a time?

“How do we know if it’s the right time?”

“I promise you when I’m inside you, nothing else will feel more right.”

How about now?

“My track record with relationships isn’t exactly perfect. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You, hurt me?” He laughed. “Do you know how sweet you look? I keep wondering if you taste that way as well. You see, Jules, I don’t even have a relationship record. And I care too deeply for you to screw you on day one. I’d like to, because the way my dick aches when I think about your wet pussy, I’m sure nothing else can satisfy me the way you will.” The pure lust beaming from his eyes shot straight through me, down to my drenched panties. His grin stretched to its max. God, his mouth looked so sexy! How could I not imagine those lips all over my body?

“I’m not going to do anything to screw this up, Jules. You deserve much more than a quick fuck.”

Did he even realize the power behind his words? I was ready to give him anything he asked for.

“You’ve been generously giving over the past week. I can’t help but wonder whether I’m not enough for you. I mean, you have needs as well.”

He chuckled. “Are you offering me a blow job right now?”

“No! I mean, is that what you’re expecting?”

Scar brought me closer to him. There was nothing better than a man’s comforting hold, especially when he was the right man. I wasn’t sure how long it had been since I felt that. Maybe never. For the first time in days, I finally felt like I was me again, and it was all because of Scar. My nerves and anxiety eased.

“No, I’m not expecting anything. I just want you happy and not over-analyzing things.”

“Can I just kiss you then?”

Okay, that just came out of nowhere.
But it was exactly what happened when I wasn’t controlling my urges.

Scar didn’t reply. He simply cupped my face in his hands and lowered his lips to mine. And I disintegrated on contact. He was definitely my weakness and my strength. My arms flopped to the sides. His soft lips hardened as his tongue spread my lips apart. The sounds around us faded, and I lost myself to the song drumming in my chest, connecting with his heart beats that pressed against me. He tilted my head slightly to the side, his tongue meandering around mine, teasing me with enticing swirl patterns. Scar tasted like that perfect man I’d dreamt about for years. The remnants of the scotch he drank blended with the lingering rum in my mouth. I couldn’t get enough, and when he pulled away, taking my lower lip to suckle between his lips before letting it go, I couldn’t breathe.

“Jules, inhale.”

Right!

“You tasted just like I remembered. No, that’s a lie. You’re much better. Exquisite.” He closed his eyes for a moment, and I smiled.

He liked the kiss!

“Are you okay?”

Had I lost my ability to speak? What would happen if things went further than just a simple kiss? Hell, after having come in his arms, I was ready to wrap my legs around his waist and let him take me right against that back wall by the washrooms. But I knew that his kiss was more than simple. It was everything. When Scar kissed me, it felt as if he poured his entire soul into it. He gave me his body and his mind. There was no one else – only us.