A Few Little Scars

by Casey McMillin

  "Ben, I think he gets the point." She looked at Nick. "Did I mention I have an over protective older brother?" She teasingly cringed a little. "Is that gonna be a deal breaker?"

  Nick smiled at Molly and then looked at Ben. "I'm not going to hurt her. We're just hanging out."

  "Hanging out with a change of clothes?" Ben said gesturing at the bag.

  "She's not gonna get hurt, dude. Just take my word for it."

  Molly felt bad that Nick was having to go through the ringer with her brother, and decided to pull the ace out of her sleeve. "Nick's dad is Leroy Logan," she said.

  Ben looked a little confused. He was a fan of country music, and Molly was so glad she had that bit of information for a time like the present.

  "You are?" Ben asked looking at Nick.

  Nick nodded.

  "You're Leroy Logan's son?" Ben asked again. The piece of information was so unexpected and extreme that Ben wasn't even close to believing he heard it right. Nick nodded in agreement that he was indeed Leroy Logan's son, but Ben felt the need to ask again. "The Leroy Logan? The country singer? You're his son?" Nick gave yet another nod.

  Molly smiled as Ben took in the news.

  He looked at Molly. "Why didn't you tell me that? I woulda at least put a shirt on or something." Ben looked at Nick. "Are you kidding me?"

  Nick smiled and shook his head.

  "I'm sorry I had to name drop like that," Molly said ten minutes later when they were in his car on the way downtown.

  "Don't be sorry," Nick said. "I'm glad I escaped whatever that guy in his unit taught him."

  "That was amazing," she said.

  "What?"

  "Saying your dad's name. It was like magic. All I had to do was say Leroy Logan, and just like that, he went from wanting to kill you to wanting to kiss you. I seriously think he might have been a little hypnotized."

  Nick laughed. "It's been that way my whole life," he said. "I can't tell you how many times I've used my dad's name to get out of trouble."

  "Does it work like that every time?"

  Nick gave her a gorgeous arrogant smile from across the console and shrugged. "Pretty much."

  Chapter 25

  Molly looked at the clock on the dashboard of his car. It was 2:30 in the afternoon and she wondered what they planned on doing at that time of day. Part of her wanted to ask if they should go see a movie or something, but the other part wanted to go along with the idea of heading straight to his apartment like he seemed to be doing.

  "Do we have plans, or is the plan to not have a plan?"

  He reached over the console to take hold of her. His big, warm hand wrapping around hers made her feel an overwhelming contentment. She pulled his arm onto her lap and sank comfortably into her chair.

  "The plan is to get to my apartment as quickly as possible so I can take a look at this tattoo I'm hearing so much about."

  "What if you don't like it?"

  "Then the deal's off."

  She giggled.

  "I think the deal's off on my end just because you said that."

  He brought her hand over to his mouth and kissed it. "You're giving me a little peek when we get to this red light." They were pulling to a stop as he said that, and he looked over at her mid-section curiously.

  "What, you mean this old thing?" She leaned back in her chair slightly and pulled the hem of her shirt up enough to expose a one-inch area of skin. He could barely see anything. He regarded her through narrowed eyes, and she glanced innocently at the car in front of them that was now taking off.

  "Oh now you did it," he said as he reluctantly took off.

  She couldn't stop herself from giggling.

  "Is that something you're gonna want a lot of? Tattoos?"

  She got serious at the question. "Maybe," she said. "Is that gonna be an issue?"

  Nick breathed a laugh. "No."

  "Why'd you ask then?"

  "I was just wondering."

  "Do you like tattoos?"

  "I guess we'll find out in about ten minutes."

  Molly felt desire wash over her as she thought about whether hers would pass the test.

  Fifteen minutes later, she was in one of Nick's bathrooms staring at her nearly naked reflection in the mirror. He had instructed her to get her clothes off so she could model the tattoo for him. She stared at her reflection, making tiny adjustments to her hair and face before she went out there.

  She was wearing a black bra and panties set and the tattoo rested on her side between them. The shape of it flowed with her body, making it look like it really belonged there. She smiled as she stared at it, thinking about how much she loved it and hoping Nick would too.

  "I hope you'll like it," she said. She'd gotten as far as the hallway, and was peering around the corner looking at him. The way her statement came out made it seem like she wasn't sure if Nick would be into it or not.

  He didn't respond. He sat on the edge of the couch looking straight at Molly with his arms resting on his knees and his hands clasped. Without a word, he lifted a hand and crooked a finger at her. He wore a mischievous half-smile that Molly thought might be the most irresistible thing she'd ever seen. She stepped into the threshold between the hall and the living room.

  Not knowing what else to do with her arms, she just let them fall at her sides. She stood there as confidently as she could for a second before turning to the side to model the tattoo. She lifted her arm so he could get a clear shot of her ribs.

  "Turn around."

  Molly did as he said.

  "Slower," he said.

  She obeyed again, nearly coming to a stop when she was facing away from him. She turned her upper body seductively to look back at him. He raised his hands to his face and rubbed it as if she was too much temptation for him to handle. A blush rushed to her face at the sight of his obvious approval.

  "Turn back a little that way and let me see it," he said.

  She shifted to give him a good view of her ribs, continuing to turn and pose in a way she hoped had visual appeal.

  "That's beautiful," he said, after taking a moment to inspect it. "I can't even imagine you without it."

  She smiled at him. "You like it?"

  He squinted at it. "I can't really tell if I like it or not because the top of it's blocked." He pointed in her general direction and assumed she'd know he was talking about the spot that was covered by her bra.

  She reached back to unclasp the bra in question. Her nipples grew to peaks as she took it off slowly—a fact she was happy about because she thought they looked better that way and wanted desperately to look as hot as possible. She had a hunk of a man sitting there giving her a once-over, and she wanted so badly to live up to his expectations. She stretched her hand down and delicately let her bra drop to the ground.

  He crooked a finger at her again. "Come a little closer," he said. "Just right out here where I can see you a little better."

  It was broad daylight and the blinds were open, so Molly tiptoed reluctantly into the open space in front of the couch where Nick was sitting. She gave him a worried look and pointed to the wall of windows.

  "Can people see in here? I feel like they can because I can see in those other windows." It was true—she had already noticed it.

  Nick gave her an easy smile. "They're tinted on the outside. It's all good."

  Molly put her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes at him. "You sure?"

  A grin spread across his gorgeous face. "I promise."

  "Does that mean it's okay for me to do this?" She turned slowly and stuck out her backside. She ran a hand down the curve at her lower back then lower, over the curve of her ass and onto her thigh.

  Nick put his hands over his face and looked to the ceiling. It was too much for him. He felt like he wanted to tear into her. He felt like if he didn't get his hands on her in the next few seconds, something terrible might happen. "I haven’t been able to get you out of my head since that night when we Facetimed," he said,
still rubbing his face.

  Molly hung her head shyly. "Don't remind me about that."

  "What do you mean?"

  "I'm so embarrassed when I think about that." She glanced at him, and he was looking at her like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

  "Are you kidding me? That was amazing Molly. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since it happened."

  "I haven't either, but I was thinking I wish I could kill myself for doing it."

  Nick laughed. "Don't you dare wish that away. My only regret was that it didn't get recorded."

  Molly squealed in horror. "Oh snap, thank God it didn't."

  "I can't believe you regret that," Nick said, laughing. "I don't regret it at all."

  Molly's face was still partially covered with her hand. Her other arm covered her chest.

  "I already told you no one could see in," he said.

  "I'm shy because you had to go and talk about that incident in the shower."

  He smiled patiently at her. "I'm glad it happened," he said.

  "You're acting like you want it to happen again," she said.

  His eyes got wide. "I do. Make no mistake about it. I definitely do. I was hoping it could happen today, but I'd settle for sometime this weekend while I have you here."

  "This weekend? How long are you thinking I'm gonna be here?" she asked.

  "Well, you said you don't have work or school tomorrow… so yeah, I figured we'd have the weekend."

  "That's a lot of time," she said. She dropped her arms and walked slowly toward him with her chest fully exposed. He leaned back on the couch as she perched on his knee. He was wearing jeans and he'd taken off his jacket exposing the broken in T-shirt underneath. It was tight fitting, and Molly found her eyes drifting to his chest as she sat on his lap. She felt the warmth of his leg through the fabric of their clothes.

  Her eyes roamed to his face. She smiled and lifted her lip high enough to expose her teeth. She touched the tip of her tongue to the tip of her canine tooth. The gesture was understated, but Nick saw it and knew it for what it was. She was daring him. He let his head fall back on the couch and again rubbed his face, laughing at the level of temptation he felt.

  "What?" she asked, feeling stupid for the tooth thing.

  "Molly, we can get to know each other later. Right now I'm about to take you, okay?"

  She smiled "Okay," she said. Her voice was innocent and challenging at the same time, and part of him wondered which one she was really feeling, but he didn't ask. There was no time for small talk as far as he was concerned.

  He put his hand on the back of her head and pulled her face to meet his. There was no messing around. His tongue invaded her mouth the instant they kissed. He kissed her hard, thrusting his tongue into her mouth like he was proving some sort of point. He pulled back. They were both having trouble catching their breath, making their mutual arousal obvious.

  "My God, Molly, I want you so bad." His hands dropped from her face before he sat up far enough to pull his shirt off over his head. "Hop up," he said, nudging her.

  She stood without hesitation. Nick shimmied out of his pants and sat back in a pair of boxer briefs that were black with tiny white skulls. Molly smiled at the sight of them at first, but then realized how freaking sexy they were as she took in the whole beautiful package.

  "We match," she said.

  He looked at her panties, then down at his black boxers. "Not for long," he said. "Take em off."

  She scoffed. "Are you serious?"

  He didn't answer but gave her an expression that told her she should get on with the shedding of the panties. She pushed them to her ankles and stepped out of them. "What about you?" she asked.

  "I was hoping you'd say that," he said. He slipped out of his boxers and leaned back on the couch again, this time with his piece on display for everyone who could see in the windows. Molly knew it was about to go down in there and she glanced back at the wall of windows with a slightly worried expression.

  "No one can see, I promise. You'll be able to see what I'm talking about once you see the building from the outside. For now, you'll just have to take my word for it."

  She glanced at his lap and smiled a little before sitting beside him again. He reached out for her before she could settle in, and pulled her onto his lap.

  "Put this leg over here," he said.

  By the time it was all said and done, was on his lap, straddling him. "I've been thinking about this for fuckin' months."

  She gave him a slow smile. "Why didn't you just tell me?" she said.

  He tried for a second to think about why they hadn't just gone for it in the first place. He shrugged. "You're here now, aren't you?"

  "I guess I am," she said.

  "I know this might seem crazy, but for what it's worth, I think I lov—"

  "Don't say that," she interrupted. "I don’t want you to feel like you have to say that. I'm okay with just taking this one day at time."

  He thought about it for a second. "I can say it if I want to. You're not the boss of me."

  Her eyes narrowed. "How old are you?" she asked teasingly.

  "Twenty-three."

  "You're not the boss of me? Is that how twenty-three-year-old's act?"

  "No, they act more like this…" he knocked her onto her back rolling on top of her all the while putting pressure on her with his hips. He drove his ever-hardening erection into the front of her leg. "They'd also probably do this." He reached between them and found the opening at her center. With no warning, he thrust a finger past her folds as deep it could go.

  She gasped with instant pleasure, and he forced it deeper, putting pressure where she wanted it most. She closed her eyes tight before she opened them again to stare up at him. She'd never met anyone like Nick Logan. He drove her absolutely crazy.

  "What else?" she asked breathlessly. It took him a second to remember that she was asking what else a twenty-three year old would do.

  He smiled, and leaned in for another kiss. He gently removed his finger from inside her, and she gasped again as it came out. He caught her gasp with his mouth. They shared a passionate kiss, and by the time they finished, he couldn’t wait any longer.

  She rested her back on the couch, and he leaned in, hovering over her. He positioned himself at her opening and used his hand to slide the very tip of his cock up and down on the length of her opening.

  Her eyes met his. "I want it," she said. "Please." Her voice was little more than a whisper. She felt like she couldn't wait any longer to have him inside her. She reached out and pulled him into her by his backside. He was huge and solid, and she welcomed the almost painful intrusion as Nick pushed past her opening and almost fully inside her in one movement.

  He groaned. Being inside her was everything he remembered.

  "Nick, I love having you inside me."

  "You do?" he asked. When he asked the question he thrust out and back in.

  "How about now?" he asked, thrusting again. "You still love it?" he asked with another thrust.

  His touch was equal parts rough and tender and Molly felt herself on the verge of coming to pieces already.

  "Yes," she said. Her voice was barely there, and her eyes were clinched shut as she concentrated on nothing besides the overwhelming sensation she was experiencing where their bodies met.

  She pulled him into her and thrust her hips forward, needing to feel his pressure. He answered by grinding into her, and she let out another gasp.

  "Please," she said.

  Nick had been fairly gentle up until then, but got faster and rougher as the seconds passed and she begged for more. She began to lose herself as he drove into her passionately.

  It was the kiss that sent her over the top. He kissed her deeply as he continued to drive into her, and the way she felt so fully penetrated was too much for Molly to handle. His tongue was inside her mouth and his entire erection inside her body, and she completely lost herself in the feeling of it.

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sp; She made a conscious decision to let herself jump off the edge of whatever she was teetering on, moaning as her body convulsed with waves of pure ecstasy. In those few amazing moments after her completion, she wished she could be right there on that couch with him inside her forever.

  Nick Logan was the perfect fit.

  "I think I like what twenty-three year olds bring to the table," she said when she came back to reality.

  He laughed. "You ain't seen nothin' yet."

  Her eyebrows rose expectantly. "Are you gonna teach me something?"

  "Not right now."

  "Why?"

  "I'll teach you something in a little bit," he said.

  "For now I'm just gonna use you for about the next thirty seconds." He pulled out of her and pushed in again. She was swollen and sensitive from her own release, and she let out a whimper. "You okay?" he asked. She made a noise of agreement and smiled at him.

  He continued a slow rhythm until it built to one fast enough to have him needing a release of his own. "I'm gonna come," he said. He was leaning over her and she reached up to his neck. She put her mouth on the sensitive skin on the side of his neck and started to suck hard enough to leave a mark. He thought about her teeth, and for a second fantasized about her being a vampire.

  She was just hot enough to make the fantasy seem real. The split-second fantasy was enough to finish him. He pulled out and gripped himself in his palm to complete the last few strokes. He watched her watch him as he squeezed himself, finishing what she'd started. She smiled the whole time like she genuinely loved what she saw.

  He reached out and gave her a kiss. "You're beautiful," he said.

  She smiled down at her own chest and belly that was now covered in a pearl necklace. "Even like this?" she asked.

  One corner of his mouth turned up in a smile. "Especially like that," he said.

  Chapter 26

  There was no special occasion—it was just a random Friday night at the very end of February and everyone decided to go out. Molly and Nick had been impossible to separate since Valentine's Day weekend, so for the last two weeks, they'd spent all of their free time together. She was keeping really busy with school and work, and by the time she got to see him in the evenings, they were starved for the sight of each other.