Broken Scars

by J. M. Walker

  He nodded and headed into the kitchen. “Yes, ma’am?”

  “First thing, sit.” Grandma pointed to a chair at the table. “Second. Don’t call me ma’am. My mom was ma’am and she was a bitch.”

  “Okay.” He shifted in his seat. “What would you like me to call you?”

  Grandma thought a moment. “I’ve always liked the name Eleanor.”

  I laughed. “Her name is Ethel, but I have a feeling she wants you to call her Grandma.”

  She winked. “You know me too well.”

  “Alright, Grandma.” Lucas smirked. “I like it. I’ve never had a grandma before.”

  My heart pained for him.

  “Well, sweet boy.” She patted his hand. “I’ll be the best grandma you’ve ever had.”

  “You’d be the only grandma I’ve ever had,” Lucas corrected her.

  “Exactly.” She went back to the stove and dished up a couple of plates of her delicious beef stew.

  I sat beside him, placing my hand on his thigh. “You okay?” I asked softly.

  He nodded. “I am.” But he wouldn’t meet my gaze.

  “Lucas.” I grabbed his hand, holding it on my lap.

  He looked down at me, bringing our joined hands up to his mouth and placing a soft peck on the back of my knuckles. “I’m good, Lily Pad.”

  But something told me that he wasn’t. I knew he had been holding back. I was surprised he had let me take it as far as I did. I could still taste him on my tongue and I found that I wanted to explore every inch of him. To make him feel better because I knew something was wrong or at least…off.

  “Alright, Lucas.” Grandma placed a plate in front of him. “This is my famous stew. If you don’t like it, well…” She grinned. “That’s your problem.”

  “I’m a man.” He chuckled. “I don’t think I’ll have any issues with that.” He shoveled a forkful in his mouth. “Holy fu—I mean…” He swallowed. “It’s delicious.”

  Grandma’s cheeks reddened. “I’m glad you like it.”

  My heart warmed. This was something new for me and I found that I liked it. Having him here in our home. Sharing dinner with him. Talking. Spending time together. I could get used to this.

  We continued eating in silence. It was nice. Comfortable. Needed.

  When we were finished, Lucas cleared the table and started doing the dishes.

  “Yup.” Grandma pointed at him. “He’s a keeper.”

  Lucas glanced at me over his shoulder. Something flashed in his good eye.

  My stomach flipped.

  Grandma joined him, drying the dishes while he washed.

  I put the rest of the food away, all of us falling into a quick routine.

  “So, Lucas.” Grandma looked between us both. “Can I ask why you have the eye patch or is that a subject we don’t talk about?”

  Lucas shifted from foot to foot.

  “Grandma,” I said gently. I hadn’t even asked him about it yet. I figured he would tell me when he was ready.

  “I haven’t told Lily what happened yet,” he said. “No disrespect but I think if anyone should know, it should be her first.”

  Grandma nodded. “I like that. Okay. I won’t ask again.”

  ***

  (Lucas)

  “Does it hurt?” Mel asked me.

  “Not anymore.” I leaned forward, checking out my eye in the bathroom mirror. I had to learn rather quickly how to focus out of one eye. It was odd at first. “Maybe I should get an eye patch.”

  Mel came up beside me. “I think that would be sexy.”

  Every now and again, I forgot I actually wore an eye patch. But when someone asked about it, memories came rushing back. It was the same shit, different day with my nightmares. So many damn things triggered them. It was frustrating as hell.

  Although I had been asked before if I just wore the eye patch to make me look more like a bad ass. But I was a big fucker. I didn’t need an eye patch to make me look lethal.

  When Ethel didn’t question me anymore about the patch, a breath of relief left me. Lily had never asked about it. I wondered why. She had the patience of a saint because if it were me, I would have demanded answers. I wasn’t a patient person. At all. And when it came to her, my self-control was wearing thin.

  “Did you want to watch a movie?” Lily asked once the dishes were done and everything was put away.

  “Sure,” I said, even though I wanted to take her back to my place and return the favor for the delicious blow job she had given me. But as much as I wanted that, I wasn’t sure if she could handle me. I wasn’t pretty beneath my layer of clothing.

  “Well, I’m going to head out. It’s Bridge night and I need to kick Beverly’s ass.” Ethel gave Lily a hug and moved in front of me. “You treat my granddaughter well and there won’t be any problems. Understand?”

  “Yes. I do.” I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her in for a hug. I never had a family before so when she said to call her Grandma, it made me choke up. So I embraced it with open arms.

  Ethel hugged me back. “You need to talk to her,” she murmured low enough for only me to hear. She leaned back, cupping my cheek. “You remind me of my husband.”

  I swallowed hard. “Is that good?”

  “Yes.” She smiled, her eyes shining. “That’s very good.” She pulled away. “Have fun. There’s fresh apple pie in the fridge.”

  “Thank you for dinner.” I walked her out into the hall.

  “Such a gentleman.” She patted my arm.

  I helped her into her jacket and waited for her to leave before I turned to Lily.

  She had a wide smile on her face.

  “What?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

  “Nothing.” She came toward me. “Nothing at all.”

  I leaned down and brushed my mouth over hers, which earned me a soft sigh in return. “So…how about that movie?”

  Lily

  LUCAS AND I CHOSE a movie. It was some random film that was on TV, but I found I couldn’t concentrate on it. He had his arm across my lap and his thumb was brushing back and forth over my ankle. That tiny touch made every nerve ending tingle.

  Sitting this close to him, sent a flutter of desire rushing through me. He smelled like spice with a hint of something woodsy. He smelled good. So damn good.

  Every inch of me came alive at how close he was sitting. Could he feel it too? This passion bubbling between us?

  “Lucas,” I whispered, taking a chance and looking up at him.

  “Yeah, Lily Pad?” He licked his scarred lips, glancing down at my mouth.

  “I…” My heart picked up speed. “Kiss me.”

  “Hmm…” He placed a soft peck on the corner of my mouth. “What if your grandma comes home?”

  “She’ll be at Bridge for a while,” I said, tilting my head to give him better access to my throat.

  “She will, will she?” Lucas lifted his hand.

  I linked my fingers with his.

  “What do you want, Lily?” he asked, licking along the shell of my ear.

  “You,” I breathed, running my other hand down his chest.

  “What do you want from me?” He pulled me onto his lap.

  “More.”

  “What else?”

  “I want to know what you feel like,” I said, straddling his waist. “I want to know if you’re gentle or rough. Or both. I want to feel you.” I placed a soft peck on his lips. “I want…”

  “What, Lily?” he asked, his voice coming out gruff. Sliding his hands down my back, he cupped my ass and pulled me flush against him.

  “I want to feel you inside me.” I rested my hands on the back of the couch, staring down at him and rubbing my pelvis over his.

  His jaw clenched, his fingers digging into my hips. “I can feel the heat coming off of you.”

  “You feel good between my legs, Lucas,” I said, breathless. All thoughts of whether I could trust him or not, flew out the damn window when he started moving against
me.

  He smirked. Running his hands around to my front, he pushed his fingers beneath the hem of my shirt.

  My heart jumped to my throat. I grabbed his hands, stopping him.

  He raised an eyebrow. “Lily?”

  “I…” I swallowed hard, my stomach twisting. I got caught up in the moment and almost forgot about my scars. I knew Lucas wouldn’t care about them seeing as he had some of his own, but I had never willingly showed them to anyone before. “I have scars.”

  “Baby, I can guarantee you that I have more than you ever will.” He reached for the hem of my shirt again. “Let me see.”

  I brushed my thumb over his eye patch. “What about yours?”

  “Tit for tat, Lily Pad?” he murmured between clenched teeth.

  I nodded, chewing my bottom lip.

  “That’s a conversation…” His breath caught. “I’m not ready.”

  “Can I see at least? You don’t have to tell me how you got it. Not until you’re ready. I just want to see.” I continued when he didn’t say anything. “You can trust me, Lucas. I’m not like the others.”

  “Do you trust me?” he asked, tilting his head.

  “I…” I hesitated. Did I trust him?

  “I’m not like the others, Lily Pad,” he said, using my own words.

  I nodded. “I trust you.”

  His body relaxed at that, like he had been waiting for my confession and couldn’t move on without it.

  Taking a deep breath, he pulled off the eye patch.

  ***

  (Lucas)

  The white film over the iris used to scare people. So instead of walking around with sunglasses on, I eventually got an eye patch. Which seemed to still make people nervous. I couldn’t win.

  “I think it’s sexy,” Lily said, brushing her thumb over the jagged scars around my eye.

  Something about the way she was looking at me with heat in her gaze, made me snap. In a quick move, I threw her back on the couch and crushed my mouth to hers.

  She gasped, taking my tongue deep into her mouth and devouring the hell out of me with that kiss alone.

  Hooking my hands around her thighs, I pulled her further beneath me and inched a hand under her shirt. I brushed my fingers over her stomach and that was when I felt them. Bumpy ridges, soft and uneven.

  I broke the kiss, staring down at her.

  There was a tinge of red in her cheeks, her bright green eyes dark with lust.

  “The scars are from the fire that my parents died in,” she murmured.

  I nodded, covering her mouth with mine again. I didn’t need to hear anymore.

  Snaking her arms around my neck, she tilted her hips.

  I groaned, pushing between her legs. My dick hardened, threatening to explode.

  “Lucas,” she whispered, arching beneath me.

  I took that as my cue and licked up the length of her neck. I sucked and nipped, bit and nibbled until I reached her ear. “I can’t wait to fuck this sweet pussy, Lily.”

  She whimpered.

  “And then I’ll make you suck my cock and clean me up after.” I pushed into her, rubbing against her hot center.

  Her chest rose and fell with ragged breath.

  “Would you like that, Lily?” I asked, biting the soft skin beneath her ear. “You want to taste yourself on my dick, baby?”

  “God, yes.” She met my stare head on. “I want to know what you taste when you eat my pussy.”

  I grinned. Sitting back, I pulled her into my arms.

  “Lucas.” She threw her head back, undulating against me.

  “Mmm…” I cupped her tits, squeezing and massaging them together. Leaning forward, I grazed my teeth over a nipple through the fabric of her shirt.

  She gasped, arching into me.

  I repeated the movement with her other nipple, a notable shiver trembling through her. “Spend the night with me,” I told her. I needed inside her before I fucking exploded.

  Lily pushed off of me, smoothing down her shirt and holding her hand out. “Take me to your apartment.”

  I jumped to my feet.

  She laughed.

  The sound shot to the tip of my cock. If I died tomorrow, making her laugh would be the best thing I ever did.

  Lily locked up the house, sent her grandma a text, which surprised me that her grandma even knew how to use a cell phone, and followed me to my car.

  Once both of us were seated in the vehicle, I turned to her. “I need you to tell me that you’re sure. It’s been awhile for me. A long while and I’m not going to be gentle.”

  She licked her lips. “Lucas, I’ve wanted you between my legs from the moment we met.”

  “Lily,” I warned.

  She leaned over me, placing a soft peck on my cheek. “I want you to rip me apart. Does that answer your question?”

  My cock jumped. Yup. That definitely answered my question.

  ***

  (Lily)

  This was it. In the beginning, I just wanted sex from Lucas. But now that our friendship was building into something more than just physical attraction, it only made sense that this would be our next logical step. I hoped anyway. He was so damn closed off, he made me feel like an open book when in all reality, I had never opened up to anyone. That was a level of trust I never experienced before. Until him.

  “Lily.” Lucas grabbed my hand, bringing it up to his mouth. “I need you to be sure,” he repeated, kissing my fingers.

  “I’m sure,” I said, breathless.

  “It’s been awhile for me, Lily Pad. I need you to be ready.” He placed our hands in his lap. “I need you to be ready for all of this.”

  “I’ve already had you in my mouth.” I swallowed hard. “I think my pussy can handle you.”

  He chuckled.

  That chuckle did something funny to my belly. I wasn’t sure if it was a warning or not, but I found I couldn’t wait for him to not hold back. When he removed the eye patch and showed me what laid beneath it, my chest had ached for him. And then when he threw me back on the couch…it meant something to him. I wasn’t sure what, but I needed to know. I needed to understand. I craved it.

  Once we arrived back to his place, I slid from the car before he even put it into park.

  Lucas killed the engine and did the same.

  Both of us paused in our steps, standing only a few feet away from each other.

  “Tell me, Lily.” His voice was rough, guttural. “Tell me how much you want me.”

  A sly grin spread on my face. Lifting my shirt just a little, I undid the button of my jeans and lowered the zipper.

  His nostrils flared but he didn’t move.

  Pushing my hand into my pants, I licked my lips. When my fingers came into contact with my center, a whimper escaped me.

  Closing the distance between us, he fisted my hair and pulled my head back. “Make yourself come.” He covered my hand, helping me rub out that delicious ache.

  I moaned. “Lucas.”

  “That’s it, Lily.” He leaned his forehead against mine. “Make that cunt gush.”

  My body leaked at his filthy words, the desire I had for him, coating my inner thighs and panties. Rubbing my index finger over my clit, I cried out at the same time he crushed his mouth to mine. My body shook, chasing that quick release rushing through me.

  Lucas pulled my hand from between my legs, lifted me in his arms, and sucked my fingers into his mouth. He groaned, swallowing the essence from my body off of them.

  Wrapping my legs around his waist, I reached between us and started unbuckling his belt. “Please. Now. I need you to fuck me now.”

  Carrying me to the door leading to his apartment, he unlocked it and rushed us inside before slamming me up against it.

  Leaning forward, I kissed his chin, his jawline, all the way down to his neck. “You feel so good between my legs.”

  He shivered, locking the door behind me. “Fuck.”

  I laughed lightly, tugging the hem of his shirt free fr
om his jeans.

  He leaned back, pulling the fabric up and over his head.

  My eyes widened. Every inch of him was covered in tattoos. Some black. Some color. But no part of his skin was untouched by ink.

  “Look at me.”

  I met his gaze.

  “Tell me you’re sure.” He gripped my hips, pushing hard between my legs.

  “I’m sure.” I ran my hands over his thick chest, his muscles rippling and jumping beneath my touch.

  “Lily.”

  “Lucas, if I wasn’t sure, I wouldn’t be here.” I ripped open the fly of his jeans. “Now shut up and fuck me.”

  “It’s been awhile for me. I don’t want to hurt you.” Something flashed behind his eye. He was hesitating even though the bulge between his legs, indicated how much he wanted me.

  Struggling out of his hold, I pushed him back farther down the hall. “I want you, Lucas. I want every inch of you, filling every inch of me.” I wasn’t normally the dominant type, but something told me that he needed it. At least this once. And I couldn’t wait for him to snap and take full control.

  In a quick move, Lucas had me thrown over his shoulder. His hand landed against my ass, rubbing the spot soon after. He carried me into his apartment and the next thing I knew, I was thrown onto a bed.

  Before I could take a look around me, his mouth was fused to mine. I sighed, running my hands over his hard torso. Reaching his waist, I slipped my hand inside his jeans and wrapped my fingers around his cock.

  Lucas shivered, hooked his fingers into the waist of my jeans and panties, and pulled them down my legs. I kicked them off my feet.

  He pushed harder against me, the abrasiveness of his jeans rubbing against my hot, swollen center. He thrust his hips back and forth, brushing against me.

  Lucas released my mouth. “I want your cum all over me.”

  “Oh God.” I shivered, squeezing his dick. Cupping his nape with my free hand, I crushed my mouth to his.

  The sound of a tin foil wrapper made my heart skip a beat.

  He slapped my hand out of the way and pulled his cock free from his jeans. Rolling the rubber down his thick length, he towered over me. He lifted his head, breaking the kiss. “Say it.”