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“No, but you were signed to a contract before you turned nineteen. You took a different path, and that’s okay. You’ve built a solid career for yourself.”
I tilt my face down to study her. “Are you a Northern Star fan, baby girl?”
“Maybe not as obsessed as some of your hardcore fans. But yeah, definitely. I’ve loved your music for years.” Her wet hand that I already washed flies to cover her face.
I chuckle. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I’m a big fan of yours too.”
“Ohmigod, stop.” She laughs.
“I’m very serious about that.” I let her other arm fall into the water and use that hand to tilt her face to mine. Her wet fingers caress my cheek as I fight the urge to turn away. I wouldn’t say I’m overly self-conscious, but it’s hard. I want her to be attracted to me. If I was paying more attention, I could have planned it so she was looking at my good side. Her touch is so damn tender as she brushes over the jagged mark that I focus on the sensation instead of my insecurities.
“Please don’t hide your scars from me,” she says softly. “They remind me of what kind of man you are, and that’s nothing to be ashamed of.” She scoots up on my lap as her back slides against my chest.
My head shakes. “I was cocky. I thought my size meant I was safe enough. That was not the case.”
“But the woman was able to get away, right?” she asks, running her fingers over my arm that’s wrapped around her.
“She did, but I should have been humble in how I approached the entire situation.”
“From what I read, it was chaotic. There was no time to think things through. It was more of a gut reaction.”
“It was,” I agree as she wiggles against me.
I’m not sure if she’s still staring at my scars because, as I glance at the wall, the memories file through my mind over and over again. We were performing at a benefit show to support the pro-pack movement. It started out fine. There were some assholes protesting against the laws that were up for vote at the time, but nothing major. Most of the new legislation focused on giving family packs more rights and additional protection, which the conservative side didn’t like. It devolved into a full-blown riot along the way. The stage we were on was in a different building from the convention center, and a couple of the guys from Matted Whine needed to get over there because their girlfriend was in labor.
Ramsey and I went with them, but we ran into one of the rioters along the way. The guy was dragging a woman by her hair…
The pain in my cheek was inconvenient, but the amount of blood was alarming. I barely had time to process that before he was stabbing me again in the neck.
Honest to God, I thought I was going to die. I believed, without a doubt, that was the end of my time on this earth. If the other guys we were with hadn’t intervened and carried me to an ambulance, then I would be dead. No doubt about it.
“Do you regret it?”
“I regret not being more prepared, but no. Even knowing the outcome, I couldn’t just stand by.”
She nods. “Those scars are a physical reminder of your character. That’s not something to hide.”
She stretches up toward me. I bend lower, making it easy for her to press her mouth to mine. I use my fingers to tilt her chin, bringing her neck up a little farther. Nipping at her thick lower lip makes her moan into my mouth. The steamy water makes every sensation seem more intense.
Kissing can be even more intimate than straight up fucking under the right circumstances. Tinley floats up in the water, and my shaft slides from behind her to be perfectly framed by her pussy as she grinds it against my thighs.
She keeps rubbing my cheek, but her other hand dips into the water and caresses my dick. She wiggles back on my pelvis and pulls my cock up until the top of my shaft perfectly glides through her cunt as she pushes it against her with her hand lining the bottom.
Fuck me.
All I want is to buck up inside her, but she pulls back for air.
Her grip tightens around my length and her mouth makes an adorable “O” as she runs her thumb over my crown. “Holy crap, apparently you should be smug, Mr. Malone.”
I chuckle. “Oh, pretty girl. Let there be no confusion. If you’d like to call me an honorific, then I’ve got a solid preference.”
“W-Which one is that?”
ChapterFifteen
Tinley
“Daddy,” Warrick growls, capturing my mouth. The way his huge hand cradles my neck is helpful since the angle is awkward. He expertly nips at my lower lip as I groan.
