Page 28 of Born to Scar

I head there and pull into his driveway. Jared owns his house. Out of the three of us, he’s not the one I would expect to own a home. Both of his cars are here. Usually, his racecar is in the garage. It’s odd for it to be in the driveway.

I knock several times, but he doesn’t answer. I know the code to unlock his door. I also know what I could be walking into.

She will do anything not to feel pain—sex, speed, danger, tattoos, piercings, even drugs. Anything she can grasp. She’s never told me why, but by the scars all over her, it’s not hard to imagine. It kills me to know that I caused her pain. Fuck this. I don’t care what I’m walking into. I need to talk to them. I tap his code in, and the door clicks open.

“Leave,” Jared’s harsh voice echoes from upstairs.

“We need to talk,” I yell back.

“We’re a little busy right now, Cam.”

I narrow my eyes. Her moans fill the air around me. I can tell she’s close to an orgasm, just by her little whimpers when her next moan echoes down the stairs.

“That’s right, sweet girl, let me have your cum.”

After walking up the stairs to Jared’s room, I find Indy spread-eagle. Her ankles and wrists are bound to his bedposts with silk. Leaning against the door jamb, I watch. He knows her better than anyone. He knows what she needs from him. Her hips thrust forward, burying his face even further into her. Her body is flushed, and she’s never looked more blissed out.

I consider leaving, and maybe I should. But she’s mine too. I don’t have to leave. Not until she tells me to. Instead, I stand, and I watch as he brings her to another orgasm.

“Good girl, fucking soak me,” Jared murmurs into her pussy while she writhes under him, trembling.

He climbs her body, pressing his lips to hers, pushing himself into her. “Fuck,” he grunts, like he wasn’t inside her this afternoon. “You always feel so fucking good to sink into.”

A moan escapes her throat, ushering one from mine. He’s not wrong. It is the best feeling in the world.

Jared’s head jerks in my direction. It looks like he wants to kill me. He pulls off her, kissing her before he clears the space between us. The light hits his dick, which glistens with her arousal. He stands nose to nose with me, so close I can smell her on him.

“I told you I would kill you if you hurt her,” he snarls, “I fucking told you.”

He backs off before his fist meets my jaw. Grunting, I stumble backward but straighten myself, rubbing my chin. I don’t think I have ever seen this carefree guy so pissed off. His finger extends toward my face.

“You’re lucky if that’s all you get.”

He did tell me. He made it very clear that he didn’t trust me. I need him to give me a chance to explain. They have to understand. I won’t let my family damn me again, not before they hear me out.

“Come back. Fly with me,” Indy whines.

He smirks before turning back to her. It’s nasty and vindictive.

“What did you give her?” I ask.

His head slowly turns toward me, looking over his shoulder. “I didn’t give her anything. She called Kia and got it herself. But I do love enjoying it with her.” He turns back to her, stroking his cock.

“I’ll fly with you anywhere, sweet girl.” He kisses up her thighs, over her center, all the way to her mouth. She groans the whole time. Everything he does is setting her off. He slides back in and rolls his hips. Fucking her slowly, allowing her to savor every sensation she’s having.

He feathers his fingers up and down her sides, making her skin erupt in goosebumps. “Mmmm, yes. Don’t stop.” She doesn’t give a fuck that she’s slowly killing me. Does she even know I’m here?

Downstairs, I stretch on the couch. They have to come down eventually. But I couldn’t keep watching them. Whether it was purposeful or not is irrelevant. It hurt.

More than two hours later, Jared comes down in his boxers.

“Oh, good. You’re still here,” he snaps, walking past me to the kitchen.

“Jared, it wasn’t what it looked like. My fucking parents⁠—”

He shakes his head. “Stop. You’re an adult. Fucking stop. Stop blaming them. You had a choice, and you made it.”

My phone has been going off since I left Angela at that table. She, my parents, and even her parents are all calling and texting. He hears the buzzing and shakes his head.