I raise one hand to the back of his head, holding him in place while I kiss him back, my tongue dragging over his, stroking the flame inside us to near unbearable levels. But before I lose too much control, I pull back and take one of his hands, dragging it to my left side. “My first day working on the farm.” I drag his fingers over the jagged scar there, and he looks down to examine it, lowering his body back between my legs so he can get a good look.
“What happened?”
“I was helping John clear out some old scrap metal, and it got me. Hurt like a motherfucker.”
“I bet.” His lips twitch, and he fingers the scar himself, using two fingers. Then he leans down and caresses it softly with a sweet kiss. “Where else?”
I move his hand again, guiding it to my right arm, closing my eyes at his featherlight touch. “Burned it. Drunk off my ass at a homecoming bonfire.”
“Did you fall in the fire?” He looks almost horrified.
I laugh. “No. We were grilling hotdogs, and we were fighting with the metal poker thing. Kenny’s was still hot and burned the fuck out of my arm.”
“Wow. And I thought my friends were assholes.”
I smile when he kisses the scar. “We were just having fun.”
“Sure,” he says, lifting his head and looking into my eyes. “Anywhere else?”
I nod because I’ve always been one to play rough and work hard. But the next one I know will get a laugh. I bring his hand to my chin and let his finger run over the small scar I have there.
He examines it closely, leaning in. “How have I never noticed that before?”
“Guess you haven’t spent enough time looking at me.”
He scoffs. “Yeah. That’s definitely not true. I’ve never felt more like a creeper than I do around you.” His voice becomes a little quieter now, his eyes locked on mine. “It’s unsettling.”
“I know the feeling,” I respond honestly.
“What happened?” he asks, kissing my chin softly, then making his way back to my lips, making me forget the question and curling my toes when he kisses me hard.
When he pulls away, I do my best to use my brain, but I’m ready to be done with this game and get to the kissing. My dick is weeping, pleading for relief, but I answer him anyway. “Sally Jensen. Third grade. She was mad that Lucy wanted to play with me at recess and threw a rock. I don’t think she meant to hit me, but damn, she had a good arm, even back then.”
“Holy shit,” he says, looking horrified and far too amused by that. But he doesn’t laugh.
“She get in trouble?”
“Suspended for a whole week. It was the talk of the town that year,” I say with my own laugh.
“Jesus.” His eyes trail down my body, making me tremble with need. “Anywhere else?”
He licks his lips, and I’m tempted to tell him to check out my dick, but instead, I go to the final scar. Dragging his big hand to my left wrist. “Guess what happened here,” I demand.
He looks it over, his brow furrowing as he studies the jagged scar that’s still a little puffy, even two years later. “I don’t know. What happened?”
I grin, my heart kicking up because I know what’s coming, and it’s exciting. Because everything is exciting with Emerson. “Barbed wire,” I say, my eyes flicking up to his just in time to catch the surprise and the feigned anger.
“You fucker,” he says, his hands moving to my shoulders as he looks down at my face. “You’ve cut your hand on barbed wire, and you gave me so much shit?”
I laugh. “I never said I didn’t.”
“You were such an asshole,” he says, but there’s no actual anger there. His mouth slams down on mine, attacking me with a biting, hard kiss that only serves to make my dick harder. We both work to get his pants off, and I’m really fucking glad he didn’t bother with underwear because in no time, he’s just as naked as I am.
I kiss him back, fighting for control and rolling his body under mine, my hard cock sliding against his as I roll my hips and bite his bottom lip. “I was pissed because you were hurt.” I kiss down over his jaw and suck hard on his neck, making him moan. “I don’t like it when you get hurt.”
He’s breathless, letting his hips roll with mine, dragging his hard shaft against mine. His piercings catch on the head of my dick and pull, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my balls. “You could have told me.”
I kiss further down his neck, sucking and licking and biting. Wanting to leave my mark on him. “Where’s the fun in that?”
