In love and ruins
Page 1
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
The scars of you - Excerpt
Keep in touch
Also by Rachael Tonks
In love and ruins
THE SCARS SERIES BOOK THREE
Rachael Tonks
Copyright © 2018 Rachael Tonks
Published: Rachael Tonks, November 2018
Cover Design: Dark water designs
Editing: Andie M. Long
Proofread by Judy Zweifel
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Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
The scars of you - Excerpt
Keep in touch
Also by Rachael Tonks
Tara –
In Love…
My face is flaming at the sight of this gorgeous boy in front of me as his eyes pierce mine. He’s a feast and I want to be the one to devour him.
Only, it goes against everything my family has ever taught me. My uncle was infamous. The biggest and most well-known criminal in these parts. He would’ve killed us both if he knew what was going on between me and the son of the MC gang, the Savages.
I drop my eyes from his and hold onto the doorframe, suddenly feeling a little bashful but failing miserably at acting cool. I draw in my bottom lip, biting lightly. “You’d better come in,” I instruct, my stomach buzzing with excitement.
His heavily tattooed hand grabs my chin, lifting it until my eyes are once again focused on him. “What’s wrong, Tara?” he asks with a glint in his eye and a smirk on his lips. I stare into his eyes. His gorgeous blue-gray eyes that remind me of stormy skies just before the rain falls.
“Cat got your tongue?” He flicks his head a little and my usually smart mouth finds no reply. Stifling a chuckle, I step aside, breaking the hold he has on my chin. I allow him to enter. Placing my hand across my stomach, I hope to control the butterflies I feel deep inside. But it’s no use. Closing the door, I make my way over to him as he stands at the window in my bedroom, leaning forward on his hands. Narrowing my eyes, I sense that something isn’t right.
“What’s wrong, Nate?” I ask, my voice wavering as I swallow the lump that has now formed in my throat.
“I’m not sure.” He breathes out, his head hung and moving slightly from side to side. “But I think someone followed me here.”
“Why would anyone do that?” I ask, slowly moving toward him and gently placing my hand on the back of his vest. I shudder at the logo on the back, a constant reminder of the gang in which the man I fell in love with belongs to. Ducking under his arm, I force my way until I’m resting on the windowsill, his face just inches from mine.
“God, you drive me crazy,” he mutters, reaching for the blinds and closing them. Dropping his head, his lips meet my collarbone. He nips and sucks and my heart rate increases. “Hate all of this sneaking around,” he mumbles. His lips work up from my collarbone and the heat of his breath is now against my neck. My whole body aches with need. My nipples strain and memories of his past touch causes a pulse between my legs. Soft, slow licks of my neck produce a deep moan.
“I want everyone to know you are mine. That you belong to me.” He moves one hand underneath my tank top, yanking down my bra cup, freeing my aching breast. He flicks his thumb over my nipple causing them to tingle. “See, this,” he continues, “your tits fit so perfectly in my hand.” His other hand lands softly against my sex as he rubs back and forth. “My hand fits here like it’s made to.”
“Oh, God.” I arch my back, wanting so desperately to feel more, squirming against the hand that rubs between my legs.
“You’re wet for me, aren’t you?” He draws back his head, looking me directly in the eye. Lifting my hands, I place one on either side of his head, drawing him in, placing a soft kiss against his lips.
“These lips fit so perfectly together.” I whisper my words against his lips, continuing his earlier analysis. “And this.” I allow my hand to drift to his waistband, slipping it inside and grabbing his erect cock. “This fits just perfectly in my hand too,” I breathe.
“Touché,” he muses with a thrust of his hips, his cock moving subtly in the palm of my hand. His lips crash hungrily against mine, with hot, fiery passion. With every taste of him, with every assault on my senses I lose myself to this man.
Dropping my ass from the windowsill, I release my hand, pulling it from his pants. I rest my shaking palms against his chest, forcing him to stumble back toward the bed. The back of his legs finally meet with the bed and he falls back, a little ungracefully, taking me with him. I lie on top of him, my chest hurts from laughing so hard. Laughter rumbles through his chest and his smile reaches his eyes. I love to see him smiling. Too often he carries this dark stormy look, but it’s significantly less when we are together. I hold his gaze and smile brightly. My heart is full, and it’s all because of him. I love the way he runs his hands through my hair. I love the way he listens to me and shows that he cares. I love all the little things about this rugged man. A man who has clearly never been shown love, and someone that without a doubt deserves to be loved. The problem is, I’m scared.
Scared to tell him how I truly feel.
“What?” he asks with narrowed eyes. “You’re thinking of something, aren’t you?" See, that smile is fading and an almost serious look is replacing it.
I take a deep breath, shaking off the look he said I
’m wearing and replace it with a small smile.
Jesus, Tara, get it together.
“Sorry,” I softly whisper. “Just… this… us,” I sigh, nervous at the thought that I could ruin what we have. “I hate the sneaking around too. That everyone has an opinion on us, like we are committing a crime.” I become more animated, sliding from him, crossing my legs as I face him. “I thought once Carter was out of the picture that you and me, well, we’d be able to have a normal relationship.”
“Is that what this is?” He rolls onto his side, holding his head up with his hand. His eyes widen a little. “A relationship?”
Shit.
My face blanches and my mouth becomes parched. What the hell am I supposed to say? I swallow, hoping that something will come from my mouth. That my brain will register some kind of response.
“Fuck, Tara. Speak, goddamn it.”
I do the only thing I can think of. I shift my legs, resting on my knees. Reaching forward, I cup the side of his face, closing the space between us. I allow my eyes to flutter shut as my lips meet his, pressing gently, moving and savoring this kiss. I deepen the contact. His hand lands heavy on the back of my head, pulling me close and intensifying the contact. Adrenaline surges through my veins as I unfold in his touch. Being with Nate is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. His hands grab a hold of my hair as he separates from the kiss and his lips find my neck.
“I need to get you out of these fucking clothes.” His voice is low and I watch as he steps from the bed, sliding off his vest. He stands at the side of the bed, reaching for the neck of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head. I admire the view. His toned torso is covered completely in a plethora of tattoos. Nate is hot in a way you rarely find. He is lean—muscular like a well-trained athlete. Only, his tattoos are something else. Every one designed by himself.
I follow his lead, grabbing the hem of my tank top, ready to pull it off.
“Stop right there,” he demands.
“What?” I say with a chuckle. “Why?”
“That’s my job and I want to savor every second of removing every inch of clothing that stands between us.” He works at unfastening the buttons on his jeans before letting them fall to the floor, pooling around his feet.
Leaning back on my elbows, I can’t help but bite the corner of my lip. The excitement grows as I feel my clit pulsating; so much so I have to clench my thighs together. He leans closer, his body hovering over mine. I yelp as I feel his hands grab my waist, dragging me across the bed, my ass resting on the edge. I lift my legs, wrapping them around his waist in an attempt to stop me falling. His palm rests on my stomach, slowly grazing my goose bump-covered skin. I tremble with trepidation as his hand slides under my tank top. He grabs my top, lifting it until he has it pulled over my head. His eyes burn into me and I can’t help but feel completely at his mercy. My heart beats faster and my body aches for more. I let my eyes drift shut, but force them back open again because I don’t want to miss a second of this. I can’t take my eyes off him.
His hand finds my breast, his mouth now touching mine. I lock my hands together behind his head, drawing him into me. Over and over he grazes his thumb slowly over my nipple; the torture of wanting, needing more, almost too much to take. I moan, arching my back as he works over and over. His free hand reaches behind, unclasping my bra before sliding it down my arms and throwing it to the floor. He peppers kisses across my cheekbone, and down my neck. My body tingles as he makes me feel alive—more alive than I’ve ever felt before.
“I need you so bad,” I whisper as my heart explodes in my chest, desperate to tell him those words that sit constantly on the tip of my tongue.
“You got me, babe. Always.”
Just when I thought my heart couldn’t possibly beat any harder or any faster.
THUD. THUD. THUD.
Drawing back his head, he looks me in the eye, giving me a look that gives me a chill. Holding that look, I suddenly blurt out the words I’d been so scared to say.
“I love you, Nate.” The words are barely audible as I force them out.
His body stills, like he just saw a ghost or some shit. “What did you say?” he asks with a tilt of his head, his eyes narrow and the dark look in his eyes is back.
“Uh, never mind,” I say, grabbing the back of his head and trying to pull him toward me.
“Don’t you dare,” he growls, grabbing my hand and placing it at the side of my head. He takes the other one and holds it until I’m completely pinned down by him. “Did you, uh, just say you love me?” he asks, clearing his throat.
“So what if I did?” I spit back. “I do love you, Nate. I’m owning that shit because I know you feel the same way too.”
“No one,” he replies with a shake of his head. “No one has ever said that to me before.”
“Really?” I challenge him, drawing in my brows and scrunching up my nose.
“Really,” he softly replies. “My father isn’t exactly the love proclaiming type, and well, I never really had a mother figure.”
I shoot him a sad smile.
“Baby, what I feel for you is something special. Something I’ve never experienced before. But saying those three words, well, it just doesn’t feel right. Because I have no idea what love is.”
“This.” I point between us. “This is love, Nate.”
“I’m not sure someone like me, someone so fucked up, is even capable of love.”
“You are more than capable. The way you make me feel, the way we fit together so perfectly, that’s love.”
Without saying another word, he bends his head and our mouths crash together with need. He presses his erection into my core while releasing one of his hands and grazing his fingers across the delicate skin on my stomach, stopping at the waistband of my jeans. He flicks open the button, tugging on them until they are around my ankles. I wiggle my legs, dropping them to the floor. His hand snakes inside the seam of my panties, pulling them to one side. He works his hand up and down my folds, catching my clit over and over. I need this so badly. I feel just how engorged my clit is. Each contact is like a spark igniting in my body. I can feel how wet I am. So damn wet. My excitement is clearly evident as he slides his fingers inside of me.
“I need to taste you, baby,” he mumbles, shifting until his head is between my legs. Grabbing my ass, he positions my legs over his shoulder and I drop my head back at the feel of his warm breath against my sex. He slowly blows, causing an almighty shudder to wrack through me. His tongue darts out, making contact with my clit. I buck in reaction to the intensity.
Holy shit.
Thrusting a little, I encourage his touch, his tongue licking and lapping at my clit. Pressing his fingers inside, he pumps rhythmically, spurring on my movements. He’s fucking me with his tongue and fingers and I love it. I feel the muscles in my stomach tighten as the excitement grows painfully uncontrollable.
“Come for me, Tara,” he demands, his voice strained and raspy.
Arching my back as the pressure mounts, I moan out loud. He takes my clit into his mouth, sucking before releasing it with a pop. One more stroke of my clit with his tongue and I can no longer stop the pressure from building. An explosion of absolute pleasure buzzes through every inch of my body; the pulsating feeling between my legs stronger than anything I’ve experienced before. The hairs on my body stand on end and I blink down, trying to clear my vision.
Still coming down from my orgasm, I feel the bed dip as Nate sits beside me, completely naked. His hard cock rests up against his toned, tattooed stomach and I know the best is yet to come. Lifting me, he positions me on his lap and I have to grab his shoulders to steady my slightly weakened body. His hands land heavily on my ass and the contact echoes through the room. I’m straddling him as he grabs a handful of my butt cheeks. Pulling me closer, he positions me over his pulsating hardness. I shudder at the feel of him, as his hard, toned thighs ripple beneath me. Releasing my ass, he grabs the back of my head, drawing my lips cl
oser to his.
“Taste yourself on my lips.”
With one last tug, our lips meet and I kiss him with everything I have. I can taste myself, but it doesn’t stop me from deepening the kiss. I dart out my tongue, stroking it against his as the fire ignites. Reaching down, I wrap my hand around his straining cock, squeezing and tugging until small moans escape from his mouth. He thickens in my hand, letting me know he’s ready for this. I allow my legs to part wider, ready to take him in. Our kisses become eager, just like my need to feel him inside me. The earlier build is back and more powerful than before. Grabbing the base of his shaft, I line him up at my entrance, sliding down on his cock, all the while staring into his mesmerizing eyes. Settling down, he fills me completely and I start to clamp around him. Thrusting upward, we join together in rhythm and in love. At this moment, when our bodies are fused together, I have no doubt that he is the one. The one that owns my heart and fills it to bursting point. Strong, deep thrusts have me crying out.
“Oh, Nate,” I cry, grasping onto the back of his neck as we work together, both of us trying to find our release. His hands dig into my hips as he works me up and down, intensifying the connection. Leaning into him, I feel the beat of his ragged heartbeat reverberating through me. He feels the connection just as much as I do. I know it. This moment here, where our hearts beat in time and our bodies mold together effortlessly… well, this is uncomplicated, pure, undeniable love. I want to hold on tightly to this feeling, never letting go. We are meant for each other. And with every touch, every thrust, the love I feel for him deepens. I just know there is no going back from this.