A Few Little Scars

by Casey McMillin

  He stopped suddenly and looked at her. They had barely made it inside his apartment, and he wanted to take her to the bedroom. He pulled back and silently regarded her as he considered his options. She tightened the grip she had on her dress while she waited for him to say or do something.

  He bent down and knocked her off balance, scooping her off her feet. Molly let out a squeal. She'd never been picked up by a guy before and she was scared she weighed too much, but he easily stood and looked at her smiling like he wasn't having a problem at all.

  She stared up at him thinking about how he compared to the other guys she'd been with. He was big. She was pressed against his big, hard chest thinking that the other guys she'd been with were all boys and Nick was a man. Maybe that's what drew her to Nick in the first place. He and Zeke were actually the same age, but compared to Zeke, Nick was definitely more of a man.

  She looked up at the line of his jaw. The way his sideburns grew in and faded out to a mostly clean-shaven face. He had the shadow of some stubble along his jaw, and she just couldn't help herself—she reached up to touch it.

  "I think you're fuckin' hot too, for what it's worth." She didn't cuss very much and she got sort of tripped up on the word.

  Nick looked down at her as if she was the cutest thing in the world. "Molly, you make me, uh… " He hesitated. "Let's just say there's something in my pants that needs to be dealt with."

  She looked up at him, but he still had his eyes on where he was walking. She smiled, even though he couldn't see her. "I'm, uh, pretty excited to deal with it," she said. "I happen to like sex very much, and I think you might know what you're doing and that's something I've never experienced before."

  Nick stopped walking once he made it into the bedroom, but he didn't set her down. He just stood there holding her in his arms.

  He smiled down at her. "You like sex and you've never been with anyone who knows what they're doing?"

  "No, I don't think so. Or maybe they did and they just didn't do it like I imagined or something." She tried to think of a way she could explain it. "I like romance novels," she said, "and the girls in the books always have this amazing orgasm and the guy waits for her and takes pleasure in pleasing her and stuff, and it just never happens like that in real life, you know."

  "No."

  She laughed. "I guess you wouldn't know about romance novels."

  "No, I meant no when you assumed it never happens like that in real life. Pleasing a woman is the whole point. It makes the male experience like a thousand times better."

  "I don't guess it was much of an experience with anybody I've been with. I read the Kama Sutra, so I know there are more options than him just lying on top of me and going to town, but I didn't think anyone really did any of that in real life. I've read fictional books about patient lovers, but I thought they were a myth—the stuff of legends."

  He shook his head and gave her a slow, easy smile that had her wanting to swoon. "Baby girl, you came to the right place."

  She stared up at him expectantly. "I was hoping that was the case," she said. "That would make it all worth it right there."

  "Make what all worth it?"

  Before she knew what she was doing, she was telling the truth. "I broke up with Zeke to come over here." She shrugged, thinking that might not have been the best thing to say. "It's not about you," she added. "It's just something I had to do."

  Nick's initial reaction was to be terrified. Standard operating procedure would call for him to make some remark about how she shouldn't have and how he wouldn't tell anyone about their little affair.

  He didn't go for standard operating procedure. Part of him was glad the other guy was out of the picture, but those types of feelings were new and scary. He was so torn about how he felt that he didn't say a thing about the break-up either way. Instead he shrugged, lifting her higher to place a kiss near her mouth.

  She smiled and looked up so he could do it again.

  "I love your teeth."

  She smiled so big that it made her feel the need put a hand in front of her mouth to hide it. "What are you talking about?" she asked, giggling.

  "Your sharp fuckin' vampire teeth," he said. "I feel like you're gonna cut me open with those things."

  She laughed harder. "Oh my God, you're hilarious. Do you have any sort of filter?"

  "Sometimes I do, but not with you. I'm just being honest."

  "That you think I have sharp freaking vampire teeth."

  He smiled. "You won't say it?"

  "Say what?"

  "Fuckin."

  She squirmed uncomfortably, which made him laugh. "I saw you cringe when you tried to say it earlier," he said.

  She glared teasingly at him. "Let's revisit the fact that you just called me a vampire. I'm not sure how I feel about that."

  "You should feel hot, because that's what you are." He tilted her chin up and really studied her face. "Let me see," he said. She lifted her lip enough for him to see the sharp points of her canine teeth.

  She slapped at his chest playfully. "God, Nick. No one ever notices my scars or my teeth, and you're suddenly talking about them both."

  "I'm sorry," he said. "They're just part of what makes you beautiful."

  "Oh my word, Mister Logan," she said, putting a hand to her chest. "Is this part of the whole patient lover thing? Do I get compliments?"

  "You get to hear the truth—that when I look at you with your whiskey eyes and scarred skin my cock turns into a lethal freaking weapon."

  "I like the use of freaking."

  He smiled. "I thought you'd like that."

  "Are you really aroused?" she asked innocently. He laughed and threw her onto the bed. She landed in the middle of it, looking like a heap of wiggling giggles as he climbed up beside her. She had somehow managed to pull her dress straps up and her chest was once again covered.

  He was on his knees, and she smiled, thinking he looked a bit like one of the characters from Magic Mike with that tux on. He took her by the hand and forced her to cup the package he had beneath the black pants. Her eyes snapped up to meet his.

  "I told you," he said. "I'm so hard right now it hurts."

  He wasn't lying. In fact, if anything, he was understating how bad it was. It hurt like hell. He seriously wondered if he'd be able to make it with the whole patient lover thing. He was absolutely dying to get inside that girl.

  "Can I see what you've got under the hood?" she asked. The question surprised him and he gave her a quizzical glance. "Your shirt," she said, motioning at his chest.

  Nick smiled and began unbuttoning his shirt slowly. Once it was completely unbuttoned, he stood there, letting it hang closed for a second until finally pulling back one side to let her take a peek.

  "Geez Nick, you really are a freakin' man. Let me see this." She sat up and opened his shirt. Her eyes roamed over his tight chest and abs before meeting his eyes. He was smiling.

  "You've never been with a man before?"

  One corner of her mouth lifted in a smile. "I don't guess I have."

  "How old are you?" he asked.

  She looked offended. "Perfectly legal."

  He narrowed his eyes.

  "Twenty," she said. "Almost twenty-one."

  Nick gave her a teasing grin. "All right. I was just making sure." He paused and tilted his head to the side, studying her face. "This is the part where you get out of that dress."

  Her eyebrows lifted. "I bet you'd like that," she said.

  "About like you'd like this." He grabbed the front of the unbuttoned shirt and pulled it open again. She peered in at the beautiful rows of muscles for a second before he let it fall from his grasp, closing again. Her eyes snapped up to meet his and he returned her gaze with one of challenge. "I'm not trying to rush things, but I'm fairly certain that formal clothing isn't allowed in this bed. I think it was in the booklet that came with the mattress."

  Molly giggled. "I guess if it's in the manual," she said with a shrug.

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nbsp; She got onto her knees with her back to him. The zipper of her dress started mid-back, and she could have easily reached the top of it to unzip it herself, but instead she gave him the honor. He flashed a sexy grin before unzipping the dress as expertly as if he'd designed it himself.

  Once he helped her out of her dress and told her how beautiful he thought she was without it, he turned his attention to removing his own clothes. Molly stared at him with no shame at all, watching the perfect lines of muscles stretch and flex as he pulled his clothing off, piece by piece.

  One night with a real man, Molly.

  Make the most of it.

  Chapter 13

  Nick was a patient lover in spite of the urgency he felt. He made himself take things slow, teasing her to the verge of orgasm before changing directions. She was slightly frustrated each time he changed things up, but quickly adjusted to the new plan, and soon, was on the verge of orgasm again.

  Molly was feisty, asking questions about things as they came up, and never being shy to say if something felt good. Nick found himself having a really good time with her in spite of her inexperience—or maybe it was because of it, but either way, he was having fun.

  He and Molly had been in the bedroom exploring each other's bodies for at least a couple of hours. It was catching a glimpse of the scar on her face as she smiled that made him realize he was just about done with being patient.

  "You think you're ready for me?" he asked. He had whispered the words close to her ear, and her reply came out more desperate than she intended for it to.

  "Please, Nick."

  He had been making her wait for it even though she had already begged a few other times. He climbed on top of her. "You were right about there being more than one way to do this, but let's start with this one." He paused to consider. "Actually, you know what? Let's turn this around." Nick fell down on the bed and stretched out beside her, pulling her on top of him so that she was straddling his thighs. His massive erection was splayed out in front of her, and she glanced at it for a second before looking up to meet his eyes.

  He put his hands behind his head in a gesture that said he was relaxed and enjoying himself. She almost mentioned the beautiful rows of muscles lined up on his stomach and chest, but he already knew how good he looked, so she kept that to herself.

  "Am I supposed to assume I'm in the driver's seat here?"

  "Yep," he said, smiling. "I'll help you if you get stumped, but—" His eyes darted to his lap. "It's pretty self-explanatory."

  Molly scooted up, and without using her hands—she positioned her center onto him. She let the length of his shaft find the channel at the outside of her center, and began a rhythmic motion where she slid back and forth a few inches. Soon there was moisture where the pieces connected, causing them to glide smoothly together. He was so hard against her that she almost lost it right there with just the friction on her outside.

  "Don't."

  Her eyes popped open.

  "Don't just yet," he repeated. "Wait till I'm inside you."

  "Then I want you in right now," she said. She looked down at him, waiting for him to make a move.

  He gripped himself with one hand and positioned his tip at her opening. He had been feeling around there a little bit, and he knew she was really tight. He hoped it wouldn't be painful for her, but only hesitated for a second before thrusting forward slightly to break the very outside barrier.

  Molly gasped, and Nick held really still. "That's just really tight," she said. Her stomach muscles tensed as she came to terms with the very large intrusion at her center. She risked a glance down. Nick still had his hand wrapped around the base of his Johnson, which she took to mean that he was barely inside her.

  "Is there a whole lot more to—"

  "Yes. Are you okay?"

  She tensed the muscles in that area again, testing the sensation. "I think I'm ready for more."

  Nick lifted his hips to meet her at the exact same time that she put some more weight on him. The result was that he ended up going farther than he originally intended. He was nearly all the way in on the second thrust. She gasped again, and then put even more weight on him, forcing him the rest of the way in. That last thrust brought an, "Oh, Nick," and it was obvious by her tone that she was enjoying herself.

  The way she said his name in a gasping cry made Nick absolutely stupid with desire. He took her by the hips and thrust himself up and into her a few times in a row. He was trying to be gentle, but there was a certain amount of firmness that was just unavoidable. He was about to fuckin' die if he didn't drill himself inside her, and being gentle was easier said than done.

  "Nick please," she cried. She threw her head back as he lifted his hips over and over, driving inside her. He took a hand from her waist and positioned it near the place where they were joined. He used his thumb to massage her right outside her opening, and at his touch, a wave of something big hit her. She was completely out of her mind for the next little bit, riding the surge of pure satisfaction that ran through her body in a continuous stream. She felt as if her insides had melted and were being poured out. She writhed and tensed on him as she rode the orgasm to its completion.

  Even after she was finished, she still found herself in a delirious state from the experience. She was extremely sensitive, and giggled a little when he began to move again. In one nimble movement, Nick swept her to the side, making her land on her back. He was now on top of her, and he looked down at her as if she was dinner. Molly smiled at him, letting him know she was okay with that.

  ****

  An hour later, she stood looking in his fridge. Nick told her to make herself at home while he jumped in the shower. She knew she wouldn't be spending the night, and a tiny piece of her was sad about that fact. She reminded herself that she knew how this would play out before she agreed to it.

  After a glass of orange juice and a few minutes of pondering thoughts like that, she decided she'd say goodbye when he got out of the shower.

  "My shirt looks good on you," Nick said as he stood on the far side of the living room towel-drying his hair. He had a second towel wrapped around his waist and she stared at his perfect torso, smiling inwardly at the thought that she'd do everything all over again.

  "I really need to be getting back to Hannah's," she said.

  His eyes narrowed. "I didn't think you'd be off so quickly," he said.

  Molly shrugged and smiled. "I should really be getting back," she said. "I had fun though." She said that last part in a tone that was asking him if he did as well.

  "Me too," Nick said. "That's why I don't see why you have to leave straight away."

  Molly let out a little sigh. She wanted to stay, but had already made up her mind about leaving, and decided to stick with her plan. She crossed the room with her bag in hand, headed past him toward the bathroom.

  "It was really fun, Nick," she said. Her tone was sincere. She glanced toward the bathroom behind him. "Are you done in there? If so, I'll change real quick so I can give you your shirt back."

  Nick wondered why she felt like she needed to change in privacy. He had, after all, kissed all the skin that was under the shirt anyway. He chose not to ask and instead just extended a hand to tell her she was welcome to have a turn at the bathroom.

  She walked into it, knowing how silly it was that she waited till he got out of the shower to change. There was at least one other bathroom in the apartment, and Molly could have changed earlier, but the tiny little piece of her that wanted to stay made her hold out till the last minute.

  Nick was sitting on his bed wearing nothing but a dark pair of jeans when she came out of the bathroom. He had a T-shirt hanging over his shoulder, and Molly said a silent thank you for being able to take one last glance before she left.

  "Really leaving, huh?" he asked, taking in the fact that she'd changed into jeans and a sweater.

  "It's extra hard with your abs hanging out like that, but yes, I need to be getting on the road." She was smil
ing and trying her best to act light and fluffy about the situation, but she really did long to stay in his apartment for the night. Snuggling up to Nick sounded like about the most appealing thing she'd ever heard of.

  Nick gave her a resigned look and shrugged a little. "I guess this is goodbye," he said.

  "Yeah."

  Nick put on his T-shirt and crossed to his closet where he bent and started putting on a pair of shoes.

  "Where you going?" she asked.

  "I'm walking you to your car," he said. "Where'd you park?"

  "Oh, no, no, no, you don't have to do that. I'm just one block away, I'll be fine."

  Nick laughed. "You're crazy if you think I'm letting you walk around down there by yourself at night."

  "Why?" she said. "I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself."

  "It's not you I'm worried about," Nick said. He smiled and put an arm around her, only stopping to grab a jacket off the couch as they walked out.

  Molly was glad he walked her to her car. The path was slightly more intimidating than she remembered from when she'd come in a couple of hours before. Maybe she'd just been so excited to see Nick that she hadn't taken in all the big city sketchiness.

  They kept the conversation to small talk as they walked. She told him a couple funny stories about things that happened while she was working as a seat-filler that evening, and he told her about one time where one of the seat-fillers had accidently head-butted his dad during one of the shows years ago. He said his dad had to go on stage later that evening with a red spot on his cheekbone that even the skilled makeup artists couldn't take away. She laughed, imagining what a nightmare it would have been to have an accident like that.

  "Speaking of makeup artists, I got to do some hair tonight," she said.

  "For who?"

  "Just the other seat-fillers, but it was still fun. And I got fifty bucks." Molly realized being excited about fifty bucks was probably laughable to him on a day where he made a million, but she didn't care. It was a red-letter day. She got paid to do hair. That fifty was only the beginning, and she was stoked.