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"I will never regret you or what we did," he tells me, his eyes never leaving mine. "I've wanted to make love to you for a long time."
I jerk back in surprise, my heart racing as his words sink in.
He blows out his breath. “Yeah, Tinkerbelle. When you were about sixteen, I started to feelthingstoward you. Inappropriate feelings because of our age.” When I don’t respond, he continues. “I couldn’t act on them because it was just wrong for me to think of you that way. I was entranced by the way you light up the room when you smile, the way you love hard, and you’re so fucking talented. I used to sit outside your bedroom when I knew you were singing. It was the only time I ever felt at peace, and it calmed the storm raging around me.”
He laughs when my eyes widen in shock.
“Don’t be so surprised, Scar. It fucked with my head, knowing there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.”
I take in his words and mull them over, wondering what this means for us now. We crossed a line that can never be uncrossed. Now I just have to figure out how to deal with the aftermath.
“I’m sorry, Scar. I never meant to hurt you when I left. There’s no excuse for what I’ve done, but after Seth died... and then when I found you that night...” My gut twists in regret. Gem told me how broken up he was and how it fucked him in the head.
Tears stream down my face as I utter the words, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm so sorry, Ricky. I never wanted you to find me as you did," I admit, feeling the weight of my guilt press down upon me.
I look up at him, his eyes filled with concern as he holds me close. "Just promise me you won't ever do that again," he pleads, voice trembling. "If you start to feel like you're on the brink of falling off the edge, come to me. Okay?"
I nod against his warm body, feeling the safety he provides.
"Words, Scar. I need to hear the words," he urges. I take a deep breath and look into the depths of his blue eyes.
"Okay. I promise," I say, my voice steady and honest.
My bare breasts rub against his skin when I kiss his pecs, his neck, and his jaw. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me up until I’m straddling him. I brace my hands against his chest and feel him harden beneath me, waking up my girl downstairs.
“Ride me,” he says in a deep husky tone.
And I do.
FIFTY
SCAR
Standing at the kitchen sink, I scrub the dishes when I hear the front door opening. Turning my head, I see Maverick walking into the kitchen, removing his gloves.
"Hey," I reply, shutting off the water.
I feel a warm sensation in my cheeks as I remember our intimate moments. However, before I can speak, Shaun, sitting on a chair at the table, springs up and runs toward Maverick.
"Hi, Ricky!" he exclaims. "Are you coming tree shopping with us?"
Maverick grins at Shaun, clearly amused. "Of course I am," he replies, ruffling Shaun's hair playfully. "How else would the tree get home?" he asks, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
"Monster," I call out in a playful tone, and Shaun immediately turns around to face me with a smile.
"Why don't you get ready so we can go, okay?" I ask him.
He nods eagerly, his eyes shining with excitement, before running out of the kitchen and up the stairs to his room.
I lean back against the sink, taking a deep breath and trying to compose myself. That's when I catch a glimpse of Maverick out of the corner of my eye. He's leaning casually against the counter, with his arms folded and a mischievous grin.
"Hey," he says again, his voice low and smooth.
His eyes never leave mine. I couldn't stop staring even if I wanted to. I am trying to figure out how a man wearing a beanie can look so sexy.
He pushes off the counter and steps closer to me, making the knots in my stomach tighten. Without warning, he reaches up and cups my face. He runs his thumb over my bottom lip slowly, in a torturous way. He lowers his head until his mouth lines up with mine. My lips part in anticipation, and he takes that as an invitation and slips his tongue inside. I grip his biceps to hold myself in place.
A moan slips out of me, and his hands slide down my body until he grabs my butt and lifts me onto the counter. With his lips still on mine, he wedges his body between my legs. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer into his chest, devouring my mouth like it is his last meal.
