Beautiful Scars Part 14

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He'd feel better once he had her at his place, in his bed...

But that f.u.c.king talk.

"You're bad for me," Chaili muttered.

Stiffening, he shot her a look and saw that she was staring at him from under her lashes, a smoky smile on her lips. "Yeah?"

"Hmmm. I don't think when I'm around you." She smoothed her palms down her thighs, then up, dragging the silky fabric of the skirt up. "And I'm fine with that."



"Thinking is overrated. Open your skirt." He glanced around. n.o.body. His house was in sight now too. He looked over at her, watched as she eased the panel of her skirt aside, revealing the neat curls between her thighs. He could see the gleam of wetness there, the pink of her s.e.x. "I'd like to pull over and f.u.c.k you right here. But too many cars pa.s.s by. Public s.e.x isn't my thing."

She laughed, the sound shaky and soft. "Good. It's not really mine, either." Then she caught her lip between her teeth. "Although I can get into watching..."

"Watching, huh?"

He hit the brakes just before he would have shot past his house. "d.a.m.n it, you're the one who is bad for the brain." He hit the control for the garage and pulled in. "We stay here until we talk because otherwise, I'll have my d.i.c.k inside you in five seconds once we're out of the car," he said bluntly, turning the car off and hitting the b.u.t.ton to lower the garage door.

"Okay..." She stared at him, her lashes low, a feline smile curving her lips.

"One thing...what's this about watching?"

She laughed. "Well, the whole story might p.i.s.s you off. You really want to hear?"

"Yes."

The ruby on her ring glinted at him as she pushed a hand through her hair. "It's how Tim and I ended up...discovering our compatibilities. I think he knew I was into rough stuff, or was figuring it out. But we were at a party. I'd gone outside for some air. Somebody was smoking pot and I couldn't stand the smell of it. While I was outside, I heard...interesting noises." She slid him a sly look and then shrugged. "I followed. Saw a couple of people from the party having a very fun time indeed. And me, being the pervert that I am, stood there, enthralled. Tim came up behind and I was..."

She stroked a hand across her belly, eased it lower. "Very turned on. He figured it out. He didn't say anything but on our next date, he took me to a club."

"A club..." s.h.i.+t. "Blue's," he said quietly.

She slanted a look at him. "Yeah. How come I'm not surprised you know about that place?"

"You..." He blew out a breath, told himself he wasn't going to be stupid with this. Okay, so Chaili had been going to the same f.u.c.king s.e.x club he used. He'd seen Tim around there in the years since Chaili's divorce, but...okay. Dots connected.

"You've been to Blue's," he said slowly.

"Yeah. Seeing as how you already know it's a s.e.x club that caters to the kinky crowd, I don't need to explain. I...uh...well, I didn't figure that out until we were already inside. He paid for access and took me to the voyeur rooms. Asked me if I liked what I saw...and then he yanked my skirt up."

Jealousy ripped through him as she bluntly said, "It was the best s.e.x we'd ever had."

"So you like watching."

Chaili shrugged. "Sometimes. It was a thing with him. We'd been sleeping together and it wasn't bad. Just wasn't...amazing. But after that night, it was better. We were good for a while. We got married. Then he started pus.h.i.+ng more. Seemed to think the harder he pushed the better things would get. It didn't. Then..." She reached up, touched her chest.

Although he couldn't see it, he knew she was tracing the lines of her tattoo. "Then you found out about the cancer."

"You know, your sister is the entire reason I found the d.a.m.n lump," she said quietly, staring straight ahead, looking at the winds.h.i.+eld like it held the answer to life itself. "She'd just had a friend diagnosed...young, like me. I was annoyed with her, because she was constantly yapping about how young women can get cancer too. Breast cancer hits twelve percent of us. It gets twelve percent of us, you know that? But it only gets the older women-I was safe until I turned forty. That's what I thought. She said something over lunch...do you do those exams, Chaili? I told her no. She kept yammering at me. I thought I was safe," she whispered again. "But I wasn't. I told her I'd do the stupid thing if she'd leave me alone."

She licked her lips and lowered her hands, twisted them in her laps. "I went home to get to work on somebody's project. It was actually a website for a local young survivor's group. Fitting, huh? I was putting up a few pictures and suddenly, I just got up, went into the bathroom and took off my s.h.i.+rt. My bra. And I felt it. It was so small, didn't seem like it should be a big deal."

She was crying now, silent tears rolling out of her pretty eyes. "I even asked Tim what he thought, but he didn't even want to mess with it. It kind of freaked him out. Grossed him out too, if you want the truth. I made an appointment...had to do the mammogram and everything. And all the while, I kept telling myself it wasn't anything to worry about."

Leaning across the console, he hooked his arm around her neck, hugging her to him. "Chaili, f.u.c.k. I didn't mean to bring this up."

She laughed. "You didn't. I did. I didn't have to go there, it just sorta...I dunno. I think I'm more screwed up over some of this than I thought."

As she turned her face into his neck and breathed him in, he closed his eyes. Don't let me screw this up. That was all he wanted. Just that. Well, that and her. He was starting to think he wanted her forever, and he had to be careful not to mess this up.

Stroking a hand up her back, he cupped her nape, pressed a kiss to her cheek. "Come on. Let's go inside, have a gla.s.s of wine."

"No. I shouldn't. I try not to drink much...it's not good for me." She lifted her head to smile at him, pressed her brow to his. "Besides, we're supposed to have that all-important talk, remember? So you can f.u.c.k me as soon as we're out of the car."

He closed his eyes. Stroked her back. "I think I need the wine. Or a beer. Or a bottle of bourbon," he muttered, rubbing his knuckles up and down her spine. She gutted him. Laid him low. The h.e.l.l she'd gone through...and he'd never known.

He stood in the kitchen, head bowed, an amber bottle in one hand, the other rubbing the back of his neck. She should have kept her mouth shut, Chaili thought morosely. "You want to do dinner another night?" she asked softly.

"No. I want to turn back time and wring your neck for not telling me this three years ago," he said bluntly, lifting his head and shooting her a dark look. He lifted the bottle to his lips and took a long drink, then set it on the counter with a heavy thunk. "But that's not anything we can change, right? And if I'd been around more..."

"Why weren't you?" The second she asked, she wished she could yank the argument back. "Never mind. That's none of my business-"

"Lily. My old manager." He shrugged, a jerky, uneasy motion that said he was a h.e.l.l of a lot more uncomfortable talking about this than his tone let on. "Her. Another ex-girlfriend before that. Seemed like any time I was here for longer than a few weeks, I got in trouble so I decided I wouldn't mess with it. It wasn't just here, though. It was any time I tried to settle in, so I just stopped trying to settle in. And now I'm kicking my a.s.s for doing it. But s.h.i.+t, I was doing that before now. I missed my sister, I missed you, missed my friends..."

I missed you... Those words. .h.i.t her. Hard and fast, like he'd punched her. But there was no pain. Just the shock. The surprise.

And it must have shown on her face, because he'd stopped talking and was staring at her. Frustrated too.

Chaili blinked, looking away from him. Now this was just perfect. She'd gone and gotten all emotional. Wasn't that just lovely?

"Chaili," he rasped, the growl of his voice stroking over her skin. "Now what did I do?"

"Nothing." She licked her lips and shrugged, feeling like a fool. "You just said you'd missed me, okay? You...I've missed you too."

There was a pause. Then she heard the soft scuff of his shoes over the tile as he crossed the floor to her. From the corner of her eye, she glanced at him and her breath hitched in her chest. "Did you now?" he murmured, caging her in, one arm on either side of her body.

"Yes." She turned her head to face him, s.h.i.+vering as he rubbed his stubbled cheek against her. Trying to lighten the moment, she said teasingly, "How could I not? After all, I never get to hear you sing anymore."

A grin crooked the corners of his mouth upward. "So it's all about the singing, huh?"

"Nah. Well." She pursed her lips and added, "Maybe a little. You do bad things to me when you sing, Marc."

"Hmm. Maybe I'll do more singing for you...just you." He leaned in and nipped her ear. "We need to have that talk, though, baby girl. Why don't we do it while I finish up dinner?"

"Why don't we do it now...and have dinner later?" She stared at him and stroked a hand down his chest, over the flat plane of his belly. It made her smile inwardly as she felt the muscles jump, then bunch under her hand. But before she got to his belt buckle, he caught her wrist.

"Talk, Chaili. Dinner. Then bed," he said gruffly. Thick black lashes s.h.i.+elded the gold of his eyes and then he looked at her, his brow pressed to hers. "I need a few minutes to level out, baby. Okay?"

A few minutes. A few hours. A few years.

He'd make do with the time he had between now and the end of the meal, but he had to get himself under control and he had to do it fast. Pressing a quick kiss to her lips, he pulled away and headed over to the fridge where the lasagna was waiting. "Everything's mostly done-just have to cook the lasagna and while that's going, we can do a salad, get the bread in the oven," he told her. "You sure you don't want some wine?"

She made a face at him. "I'd rather have s.e.x, but you won't give me that." Sighing, she settled on a stool at the center island and crossed her legs, reminding him she was deliciously naked under that s.e.xy skirt of hers. "I don't drink much. I can't. Well, theoretically, I shouldn't. I'm genetically predisposed to cancer. Drinking too much is tempting fate. So I don't."

Genetically- "What the f.u.c.k does that mean?" he asked hoa.r.s.ely, dropping the gla.s.s pan of lasagna down on the counter before he hurled it across the kitchen.

Silence reigned.

Turning around, he stared at her. "What the h.e.l.l does genetically predisposed mean?"

Her eyes narrowed. "Watch it, Marc," she warned quietly. "I don't much care to have people yelling at me unless I did something to warrant it. And guess what? I didn't."

"I can't help it," he bit off. "Would you just f.u.c.king answer me? What does that mean?" Was he going to lose her right when he'd just found her? Is that what she was saying?

Long, tense moments ticked by before she finally looked away. "My genes are a little screwy. It's complicated, and if you want a better explanation, you'd be better off asking my doctor. But I was born with genes that make me a higher risk for breast cancer-which we didn't know about until they found it. Drinking a lot of alcohol can increase the risk. So I keep it to a gla.s.s of wine every once in a while."

"Will it come back?"

She glanced down, then shrugged and smiled. "There's not much for it to come back to. It's not likely. But cancer is an ugly, brutal b.i.t.c.h. We never know when she'll come back to give you a nice little sucker punch. That's why I don't tempt fate."

He sucked in a breath, blew it back out. A brutal, ugly b.i.t.c.h. d.a.m.n it. That was wording it mildly. Okay. He was trying to level out. Although it was d.a.m.n hard, considering he kept getting one hit after another. It was like every time he thought he'd heard the hardest thing, seen the hardest thing, accepted the roughest thing, he was given another slap that sent him spinning, careening out of control.

Grabbing the lasagna pan, he went over to the stove and let it drop down on it with a clatter as he turned the oven on.

"You keep banging that thing around, we won't be eating it. The pan's going to break," Chaili said from behind him.

"Nah. I bought stuff that's supposed to be pretty resistant," he said, striving for some light, easy ground.

"Resistant to you slamming them around? Designed with Marc in mind?"

He smiled, but it was half-hearted at best.

Turning around, leaning against the counter, he stared at her. "I'm having a hard time finding level ground here, just so you know. I'm probably going to hit my a.s.shole level at some point soon tonight," he warned her.

She shrugged, toying with the fringe on her skirt. "You probably weren't expecting such a mess when you decided you wanted to...h.e.l.l. What are we doing here, Marc?" The thick strands of her hair fell into her eyes and she brushed them back impatiently as she studied him. "What is this? Are you just looking for somebody to keep you company while you're on a break? Is..."

Her voice trailed off and she looked away.

But he saw the way her shoulders rose, fell, erratic, in time with the harsh sounds of her breathing before she steadied it out.

"You're asking me questions I don't have answers for," he said quietly. He pushed off the counter and moved to stand in front of her. Cupping her cheek in his hand, he stared down at her. "Relations.h.i.+ps and me have about as much luck as a junkie trying to quit cold turkey. But then again, I haven't ever met a single woman who made me want any sort of real relations.h.i.+p." He dragged his thumb over her lower lip, watched as her pupils flared. "Until you. You drive me crazy in so many ways."

The oven beeped and he sighed, turned away and headed over to the oven, put the lasagna in.

"So."

He decided he'd stay just where he was for now. It was safer. "So."

They stared at each other and finally, Chaili slid off the stool and went over to the fridge, tugged it open, studied the contests before pulling out a can of Diet c.o.ke. "Is that what we're doing, Marc? Going to try and have a relations.h.i.+p?"

"I thought we already were." He slid a hand into his pocket, rubbed a finger over the picture he had tucked in there. All those years he'd spent wasted on women who'd left him empty and the one he needed was right there. Right here. "Is that what you want?"

"Well..." She slanted a look at him, a wicked smile curving her lips. "I guess we can do a relations.h.i.+p. The s.e.x is pretty f.u.c.king awesome."

Marc pulled the picture out, tapped his finger with it. Wondered maybe if he should try to press. She had a habit of doing that, he noticed. He'd try to push for deeper things, a deeper connection and she'd make it all light and easy.

Nothing he felt about her was light and easy.

But if she needed to keep it that way for now, that was fine. He glanced down at the picture and then slipped it back in his pocket. "I'm here to please you," he murmured. "And speaking of which..." He checked the timer.

Plenty of time.

"About that talk."

Chaili's heart stuttered in her chest as he caught her wrist and led her out of the kitchen. They went into the living room, but instead of stopping at the couch, he led her over to the upright Steinway he had against one wall.

"What, do I get one of those private concerts now?"

He just smiled and sat down, resting his hands on the keys. "You said you like to watch...is this a regular thing for you?"

Chaili groaned, blood creeping up her neck to turn her cheeks hot. "Yeah, sure. It's regular. I've got weekly dates at the local s.e.x club just so I can watch people screw."

"I'm asking serious questions," he said quietly. "Serious answers would be nice."

A soft, easy piece started to fill the room and she sighed as she settled down next to him. If only she had something to do with her hands while he played. "No. It's not a regular thing. h.e.l.l, I don't have a regular thing, okay? It's not like I can only climax if you're giving me orders or holding me down or spanking me. It's just something..." She shrugged. "h.e.l.l, it's not even a thing I'm into anymore." Twisting the ring she wore around on her finger, she stared off into the distance. "I'm not the person I used to be. The things I used to think about, want...they've changed. I haven't thought about that in years."

"So it's not anything you need anymore?"

She closed her eyes and rested her head in her hands.

"It's not a hard question," he murmured.

Wasn't it? "h.e.l.l, Marc. I never needed it. It was just...a thing. Yeah, I liked it, but I didn't need it. The other stuff..." She licked her lips. "I think it would depend. Tim started trying to do the hardcore dom stuff. He'd bark out orders during s.e.x and I loved that, loved being spanked and tied up. I'm inclined to submit during s.e.x. That's just me. But he tried to take more than I wanted to give...wanted me to call him Master, and he'd tried to do the dom s.h.i.+t all the time..."

Marc gave a derisive snort. "He's been watching too many bad movies or reading too many bad books. If he's a real dominant, he'll take his cues from what his woman needs." He slid her a look. "I don't want to be called anything but my name."

"So I can't call you baby? Sweetheart?" She leaned in and pressed her lips to his arm, whispered, "Sugar...lover..."

He laughed. "That's not so much a problem. But I don't want to hear Master or any of that."

"Not your thing?"

Marc shrugged. "Not so much. I like what I like, but that doesn't mean I want to be anybody's master." He glanced at her, his hands still moving over the keys. "How deep did you go with it?"

"Tim wanted to go pretty d.a.m.n deep." She shrugged. "He couldn't ever get me involved as much as he wanted, though. And with that kind of thing, it's got to be mutual. He wanted a devoted slave, and I'm not ever going to be that. I'll never call a man Master. He was getting seriously into it too. Was trying to talk me into doing contracts and s.h.i.+t, said we should have done a collaring ceremony instead of getting married." She paused and reached for his beer, lifted it to her lips. "Son of a b.i.t.c.h."

Marc laughed. "I guess you don't want to wear a collar."

"No." She thunked the bottle down on the seat and got up. "I've got a kinky streak and it's pretty d.a.m.n wide. He started to yap about how he just needed to take a firmer hand with me. That if we'd just establish some ground rules, things would become more...natural. I was testing my limits and I just needed a master who understood me and that once I was taken in hand..." She curled her lip. "I told him the day he tried to take me in hand was the day I'd break his hands."

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