on the Marines, but now, sober…no way. What had she been thinking? One glance at her scars and he’d be out the door. She didn’t think she could take that kind of rejection. Not right now.
“Move your hands, Abigail. Come on, baby, please move your hands. Let me see you.”
“No.” She wondered what it would be like if he did see her scars. Would he run away? She didn’t know if she could take the pity he’d surely show her.
“Abigail, move them.”
“No.”
“Okay, it’ll be okay. Whatever you want, baby. But I have to warn you. I want you now any way I can get you.”
She smiled. There was hope. Maybe a man could see her scars and still find her attractive. Could she even dare to trust Sean and believe he could be that man?
Before she could say another word, the caveman flung her over his massive shoulder. Her bare ass was topside for the world to see. Well, at least Penelope. Where was her protector now? She looked down to find the little traitor munching on yet another pancake.
“Grrr…put me down, Sean!” Please, you can’t see my scars.
He swatted her on the ass and laughed as he started walking. “Okay!”
She bounced once…twice…and rolled over on the mattress. Maybe if she stayed on her stomach, he wouldn’t mind. She really did want to fuck him. Hell, she wanted to more than fuck him. She wanted to make love to him, have him cuddle her and make her pancakes again tomorrow morning.
A warm hand cupped her ass cheek, making her wiggle and squirm. She peered over her shoulder. Sean was scrambling to unzip his jeans with one hand and squeeze her butt with the other. “Damn, baby, you have the finest ass. I want to bury my face in it.”
Oh my freaking God! Had he really just said that? She knew her face was three shades of red because she too wanted him to do it. “S-Sean, I want you so bad, but I can’t…I can’t take my shirt—”
“Shh, it’s okay. Flip over.”
She was careful to hold her shirt down as she rolled over. She really wanted to make love watching the expression on his face when he came, but she couldn’t risk him seeing her scars. This position seemed more personal. Whether this was personal for him or not, it was for her. That had to be enough. She could pretend he cared, just for this morning. She could pretend someone did.
He slid his jeans down his strong legs and pulled his feet free. Lean muscle stretched over his chest and torso. Twin strips of muscle flanked either side of his waist, creating that sacred V that all women coveted but rarely got to see up close. “You’re so beautiful,” she said like a dumbfounded school girl.
His smile beamed. “What?”
He’d heard her. She may have said it in a quiet voice, but the smug bastard heard her loud and clear. “You’re beautiful.”
“Huh? I don’t think I heard you. Can you repeat that?”
His teasing words were such a contrast to the serious stroking going on along his cock. He was so hard, long, and thick.
“Please, Sean, I need you.”
“You need this?” He jutted his hips forward, holding on to the wide base of his cock.
Her pussy was leaking all over the sheets. For the sake of all things holy, she needed his perfect cock, but she needed something else more. “C-Cover me, with your body. You can have my pussy if you promise to cover me. P-Please, Sean, cover me up.”
He seemed to wobble on his feet. The sexy smirk fell off his lips. The hooded expression of his gaze widened. Had she said something wrong?
“God, Abigail.”
“I’m sorry. Did I say something wrong? I-I haven’t done this in a long time.” Her belly did a flip-flop, and she tried to reach for the blanket. “I’m supposed to say something sexy, right? Okay, please don’t go. Hold on.” She fumbled for the edge of the comforter. “Okay, I’m so hot for you. It’s really true. I hear the performers say that, but I really do mean it.”
Was he smiling at her? She stopped fidgeting long enough to look up
“Move your hands, Abigail. Come on, baby, please move your hands. Let me see you.”
“No.” She wondered what it would be like if he did see her scars. Would he run away? She didn’t know if she could take the pity he’d surely show her.
“Abigail, move them.”
“No.”
“Okay, it’ll be okay. Whatever you want, baby. But I have to warn you. I want you now any way I can get you.”
She smiled. There was hope. Maybe a man could see her scars and still find her attractive. Could she even dare to trust Sean and believe he could be that man?
Before she could say another word, the caveman flung her over his massive shoulder. Her bare ass was topside for the world to see. Well, at least Penelope. Where was her protector now? She looked down to find the little traitor munching on yet another pancake.
“Grrr…put me down, Sean!” Please, you can’t see my scars.
He swatted her on the ass and laughed as he started walking. “Okay!”
She bounced once…twice…and rolled over on the mattress. Maybe if she stayed on her stomach, he wouldn’t mind. She really did want to fuck him. Hell, she wanted to more than fuck him. She wanted to make love to him, have him cuddle her and make her pancakes again tomorrow morning.
A warm hand cupped her ass cheek, making her wiggle and squirm. She peered over her shoulder. Sean was scrambling to unzip his jeans with one hand and squeeze her butt with the other. “Damn, baby, you have the finest ass. I want to bury my face in it.”
Oh my freaking God! Had he really just said that? She knew her face was three shades of red because she too wanted him to do it. “S-Sean, I want you so bad, but I can’t…I can’t take my shirt—”
“Shh, it’s okay. Flip over.”
She was careful to hold her shirt down as she rolled over. She really wanted to make love watching the expression on his face when he came, but she couldn’t risk him seeing her scars. This position seemed more personal. Whether this was personal for him or not, it was for her. That had to be enough. She could pretend he cared, just for this morning. She could pretend someone did.
He slid his jeans down his strong legs and pulled his feet free. Lean muscle stretched over his chest and torso. Twin strips of muscle flanked either side of his waist, creating that sacred V that all women coveted but rarely got to see up close. “You’re so beautiful,” she said like a dumbfounded school girl.
His smile beamed. “What?”
He’d heard her. She may have said it in a quiet voice, but the smug bastard heard her loud and clear. “You’re beautiful.”
“Huh? I don’t think I heard you. Can you repeat that?”
His teasing words were such a contrast to the serious stroking going on along his cock. He was so hard, long, and thick.
“Please, Sean, I need you.”
“You need this?” He jutted his hips forward, holding on to the wide base of his cock.
Her pussy was leaking all over the sheets. For the sake of all things holy, she needed his perfect cock, but she needed something else more. “C-Cover me, with your body. You can have my pussy if you promise to cover me. P-Please, Sean, cover me up.”
He seemed to wobble on his feet. The sexy smirk fell off his lips. The hooded expression of his gaze widened. Had she said something wrong?
“God, Abigail.”
“I’m sorry. Did I say something wrong? I-I haven’t done this in a long time.” Her belly did a flip-flop, and she tried to reach for the blanket. “I’m supposed to say something sexy, right? Okay, please don’t go. Hold on.” She fumbled for the edge of the comforter. “Okay, I’m so hot for you. It’s really true. I hear the performers say that, but I really do mean it.”
Was he smiling at her? She stopped fidgeting long enough to look up
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