Page 10 of Born to Scar

“You like the way my pussy pulses, coming on your cock?”

“Yes,” he hisses, pumping until his thrusts become erratic and his breathing heavier.

“Are you about to come, pretty boy?” I ask, grinding on him.

“Fuck, yeah. Please, I need to.”

“You can come.”

His groan fills the air around us. He stills me, pumping upward into me until he reaches his release.

“You’re so, so polite,” I coo. I put my thumb and forefinger on his chin. “Open.” After spitting into his mouth, I crash my lips onto his. His hand moves to the back of my neck, kissing me back with a hum, a hunger. I break the kiss, whispering over his lips, “Now, thank me.”

He smiles his charming smile, as his chest still rises and falls erratically. “Thank you, Indy.” I grin, licking his lips before I jerk my bra off the ground, standing to dress. Cam stands, pulling his pants up, buttoning, and tucking his shirt in. “Come back with me?”

I chuckle. “I don’t think so.”

He nods. “Can I drop you off anywhere, then?”

With a smile, I nod. “If you wouldn’t mind. Thanks.”

“It’s literally the least I can do, Indy.” When we get back to the car, he opens the door for me, and I give him my address.

He parks the car outside my apartment building, and I hop out. Smiling, I lean into the door and say, “Thanks for the ride. Both of them.” I turn to walk away with his deep laugh following me before the door slams shut.

Micky’s bike is outside. I half-expected it to be. The other half of me expected him to show up in the middle of my fuck session.

“Hey, Micky. Come on up,” I say, nodding to the stairs for him to follow.

“Who dropped you off?” he asks in slight amusement.

“The suit.”

“What?”

“He found me walking to the cemetery and wouldn’t leave me the fuck alone until I got in that SUV. They dropped me off, and he came back.” Laughing, I turn to him in the stairwell. “Worked out for me. I got a ride, then I got a ride.”

He laughs and shakes his head.

“Will you take the key? You are welcome here anytime, and you won’t have to wait downstairs.” I beg him to just take the fucking key to my apartment. He stays here a lot. His family is awful. He doesn’t need to be around that. He’s too good a person for their toxicity.

I pull the key from the drawer. I’ve had it waiting for him for almost three years, ever since he started staying over. I paint the top black with nail polish. “Give me your keys.” He hands them over, and I put my key on the ring. “There, now you have it, and you know exactly which one it is because the top is black.” I smile, handing them back over. “Stop waiting down there and just come up,” I say, stripping into my bra and panties.

He strips down to his boxers, and we lie down. Sometimes he sleeps on the couch; other times he sleeps in my bed.

He’s never touched me. He’s never even made jokes about it. He won’t. His mind won’t let him, not with me. “What a day, huh?” I ask tiredly, but Micky is already softly snoring.

2 WEEKS LATER

It’s race day, and I’m being forced to attend. This is the first time I’ll be at a race without participating. I would much rather walk off a high-rise than be here, but I’m here to support, I guess.

Jared has crushed everyone in the car races tonight. Felipe has been dominating the bikes. Micky is a close second, though. And they are about to go head to head. The flag drops, and Mik beats Felipe off the line and smokes him down the stretch. They both come back down after the race, and I hug Felipe, telling him how well he ran tonight. He’ll still get a huge payout because of it.

Mik rolls up beside me and jerks his head for me to get on. He takes his victory stretch with me on the back, giving me what I need. He’s been giving me rides to and from work, but this is different. This is speed, real heart-pumping speed. And I couldn’t be more grateful for him at this moment.

My insurance company says that the hotel plans to pay for my bike, that they have never had this happen, not without going to court. It makes me wonder what Cam did.

I haven’t spoken to him since he dropped me off at my apartment. He hasn’t reached out either. But he doesn’t even live here, so why would he? Why would I? At least he kept his word to help. If or when I get the money, I’ll thank him.