7. Scar
CHAPTER 7
SCAR
If I hadn’t promised Ruby we’d go to the party with her, we would never have made it out of the house. The way that dress hugged her curves made it very hard to let her be around all those men I didn’t know.
But I know Ruby would never have let me talk my way out of going. So now that we are back in my truck heading home, I can breathe a sigh of relief even if the thought of having her at home alone is making my cock more painful. It feels like it’s gonna bust out of my pants.
Reaching out, I take her hand. When she smiles dreamily at me with her enormous and captivating amber eyes, funny things happen to my heart.
“Did you have a good time tonight?” I ask.
“Yeah, it was great to see Mary, and the food was yummy. Ruby is super sweet. I really like her.”
“It’s hard not to,” I say with a smile.
Even when she gets her harebrained ideas similar to the mountain man calendar and is always trying to set us up, it’s hard to be mad at her.
Evelyn looks out the window, and I wish I could do more than hold her hand while I’m driving. I’m addicted to touching her, and every touch has me more and more turned on, but I can’t tell if she feels the same way or not.
We get home and into the warm cabin, and suddenly, the last thing I want is for her to go to her room for the night. After hanging up our jackets, she turns to face me, and I think she’s about to say good night. Instead, she appears about to speak and then hesitates.
That’s when I notice her nipples are hard through her dress, and there is pink on her cheeks. I thought it was from the cold, but now I wonder if it’s because she’s as turned on as I am.
Deciding to take a chance and go for it, I say, "You know, it's pretty chilly tonight. Maybe you should stay in my room with me since I have a fireplace in there."
I feel my heart pounding in my chest, and I swear I hear it echo through the cabin. With trembling hands, I reach out and take her face in my palms, cupping her cheeks gently. My thumbs brush against her rosy cheeks, and I feel her shiver beneath my touch. Leaning in close, so close that our breath mingles between us, I press my lips to her soft ones.
As her lips part, she allows me to deepen the kiss. My feeling of relief is instant and washes over me. She's responding to me, reacting to the connection we share. Her hand slides up my arm, gripping my biceps as if the kiss is throwing her as off kilter as it is me.
Pulling back from the kiss ever so slightly, my gaze meets hers. There's vulnerability in her eyes that I've never seen before, a need that echoes my own. I tighten my grip on her face, fingers gently digging into the skin beneath her cheeks, and trace her jawline ever so tenderly.
"I want you," I whisper, feeling the intensity of the moment between us. "I want you more than anything."
Evelyn swallows hard, her eyes flicking down to my lips before meeting mine once again. "I want you too," she admits, her voice barely a whisper. “But…”
“But what?” I ask. She wants me. Nothing else matters to me right now.
“It’s nothing.” She shakes her head.
“No, something is bothering you. Please tell me,” I say gently.
“I have a few extra pounds and…”
I don’t let her finish that sentence before I kiss her again, and this time, it's deeper and more passionate. She responds with equal intensity, her hands now gripping the back of my shirt as she pulls me closer.
“I love every curve, every part of you, and shame on any guy who made you feel like this.” The restraint I’ve been using all night finally breaks. Gripping her delectable ass, I pull her against me so she can feel how hard I am. When she gasps, I quickly slide my tongue into her mouth. Tasting her, claiming her. I’m never letting her go.
Her hands move from my shirt to my belt, her fingers trembling slightly as she undoes the buckle. Hoisting her up, she wraps her legs around my waist, and lets out the softest giggle.
Then I carry her to my bedroom, well, our bedroom if I have my way. With my heart pounding, I lay her down on the bed and memorize every detail of this moment. The first time she is in my bed and our first time together. We both have to know that this is a pivotal moment in our lives. For me, there’s no going back.
I undress her slowly, my fingers trailing down her body, exploring every inch of her skin. The anticipation is killing me, but I also want to savor every second of this.
Her dress slides down her deliciously curvy body, revealing a gorgeous black lace bra and matching panties. I almost tremble as I see them for the first time - they are just as beautiful as she is. I lean down and press a soft kiss to the smooth skin of her stomach, trailing my way up to her neck.
She moans softly, arching her back as I continue my exploration of her body. My hands trace light patterns on her skin, making her shiver beneath my touch.
I can't take it anymore. I need to be inside of her. I need to feel her skin against mine, the sound of her moans in my ear. But her needs come first always. As I glide kisses across her stomach, I slide her panties down as I go. I toss them on the floor, out of my way.
Pausing for a moment, my eyes lock on the most intimate part of her, the most beautiful sight I've ever seen. I thank the universe for bringing her into my life. Gently, I kiss along her inner thighs, savoring every inch of her skin before I get my first taste of her.
"Evelyn," I whisper, my voice hoarse with desire and love.
She tries to pull away from me, but I wrap my arms around her thighs and hold her in place. How can I be addicted to her? In an instant?
“Scar, you don't have too…” she mumbles.
"You know I won't ever say no to this, right? You taste so good, and seeing your reaction while I touch you is the biggest turn on."
She blushes, and I can see her shiver again.
"I can't believe how much that turns you on. Before…" she says quietly, but stops.
It’s easy to see where she is going with this. The guys before thought it was a chore. I won't have her thinking I’m doing this because I have to.
“Sweetheart, this is for my pleasure. It’s just a bonus that you get enjoyment from it, too. A very good bonus,” I say before diving back in.
Her moans become louder as I play with her clit, driving her higher and higher. I thrust two fingers into her and her core clamps around me.
If the way her pussy is fluttering around my fingers is any indication, she is close. Praying that I’m proven I'm right, I continue my exploration.
"Scar," she gasps, clutching at my hair as she tries to hold herself together. "Stop…please…"
“Let go, sweetheart, and come for me.”
As her hips begin to sway unconsciously with my movements, her hands tightly grip the sheets. Then her cries become louder, before she clamps down on my fingers and I feel the rush of her release as she cries out my name. Her body shudders in my hands, and I can't help but think that she was meant for me – and me for her.
I remove my fingers from her wet center slowly, loving the feeling of the juices coating my skin. Then I kiss her inner thighs as I look into her luminous eyes. "You are beautiful," I whisper, because I love every curve of her body, and I want her to know it.
Standing, I begin pulling off my clothes. Suddenly, they feel like they are weighing me down and I desperately want to be skin-on-skin. When I pull down my boxers, my cock springs free.
Her eyes go wide.
Before she can have any second thoughts, I climb in bed and settle between her spread thighs.
“I'll be gentle, baby,” I promise. “Are you ready?”
Once she nods, I reach into the nightstand and grab a condom. I will only wear them until we are married. It might be silly, but I made myself the promise that going bare is only something I'd share with my wife, and it would be on our wedding night. Even though I know this woman is going to be my wife, it's not a compromise I'm willing to make.
I carefully roll the condom down over my hard length because even the slightest touch is torture with how worked up I am. When I look at Evelyn, her eyes are wide with anticipation, and I know this is a moment we'll both remember forever. Reaching behind her, I remove her bra, wanting as little between us.
Feeling the warmth of her against me, I position myself at her entrance. Slowly, ever so carefully, I push inside her. She lets out a soft moan as I enter her, and her eyes flutter shut for a moment before opening again to meet mine. I've never wanted someone's eyes on me more than I want to see hers as I enter her.
"I can feel you everywhere," she says. Even though her voice is a whisper, I can hear amazement and excitement in her voice.
“Baby, I wish I could make you understand how incredible you feel to me,” I say, as I slowly keep thrusting.
Her nails dig into my back, her hips rocking with me, meeting me stroke for stroke. The feeling of her being so tight around me is so mind-blowing, but almost too much to bear. She moans softly each time I move deeper inside her, each sound fueling the fire within me.
I kiss her deeply, our breaths mingling as the intensity builds between us. Her back arches as I feel her start to flutter around me.
While I don't want this to ever end, I don't know how much longer I can hold on. I want to make sure she comes before I do.
Slipping my hand between us, I stroke her clit as she tightens around me.
She gasps as I play with her nub, her breath hitching and her eyes rolling back slightly in pleasure. Her cries grow louder, more urgent, and I can feel her muscles clenching tighter around me with each stroke.
"Don't stop," she whispers right before her entire body tenses, and she climaxes so beautifully.
Her pussy rips my cum from me and I groan, feeling the strongest orgasm of my life.
My muscles give out and I collapse on top of her. Then I roll to the side, so I don't crush her. For a minute I lie there trying to catch my breath before I get up to dispose of the condom. Grabbing a warm washcloth, I go clean her up.
She is lying in bed, looking completely sated and knowing it's from me does something funny to my heart. I gently wash her, and then put the washcloth back in the bathroom before climbing into bed with her.
As I pull the blanket over us because I don't want her to get cold, she snuggles right up to me. Despite everything that happened, I wasn't lying when I said it was going to be cold tonight. At some point, I do need to get up and get the fireplace going in my room, but there is something more important first.
“Evelyn, I want to marry you. From the moment I saw you step off that bus, I knew you were meant to be mine.”
“I want to marry you, too,” she says.
Tightening my arms around her, I pull her into me.
“A bunch of the guys from the club got engaged this year, and after we were able to secure the town, a few started talking about getting married. One thing led to another and after Atlas got frustrated not being able to remember who was married and who wasn't. Now the club is having a wedding parade the week between Christmas and New Years. We could get married then,” I tell her.
“I have no idea what that is.” She giggles.
“Basically, the girls all got together and are putting on one big wedding that lasts a full week. They are only decorating once, and each day two or three couples will get married. The brides and grooms will be spaced out, so everyone will get their moment. Finally, later that night, there will be one big reception for everyone.”
“That sounds like fun, but our contract says we have to be married before Christmas,” she says.
“Then I will make it happen,” I tell her.
“We could go to city hall and get married, then do the big ceremony for everyone that week. It sounds like so much fun and a great memory,” she says.
“Consider it done.” Now you rest here while I get the fire going.”