Beautiful Scars (24 page)

Well, that was one little chapter of his life he figured he could consider closed.

Not that it had much mattered to him. He was ready to focus all of his attention on Chaili, this woman who had suddenly become his everything.

The black dress had been a miracle of a find. It was halter-style, but with a loose, draping effect that looked pretty decent. The skirt hit a few inches above the knee and when she spun around, it flared out nicely. She debated on wearing any stockings and decided,
what the hell
. Marc had liked them. She didn’t bother with the garter belt, though. Black panties. Nude stockings with the lacy, stay-up tops. A pair of her good black heels that she hadn’t been able to part with it… The soles were screaming hot pink and just sliding them on made her smile.

She was standing in front of the mirror, finishing up her makeup, when he knocked.

After one last glance, she headed toward the door, smiling at the way her heels clicked on the floor. A date. Her belly fluttered a little. She was going on a date with Marc. To Blue’s. Yeah, it was just dinner and dancing, but still.

The very atmosphere of Blue’s was like a hedonistic delight, one she’d never been able to enjoy the way she would have liked, thanks to…

“No,” she whispered as she stopped in front of the door. “Not anymore.”

All she had to do was refuse to open the door. She wasn’t opening the door…in her head.

Marc knocked again. She was damn well opening the door for him. And with a smile, she did so.

Her heart jumped up into her throat when she saw him.

He’d gotten his hair cut. Trimmed it so that the long lengths weren’t tumbling into his face. And he’d shaved. Nothing hid that beautiful face, not a damn thing.

Golden eyes gleamed at her as he looked her over from head to toe. “You look amazing.”

“Ah…you do, too,” she said, licking her lips.

A wicked grin slanted his lips. “What do you have on under the dress?”

She winked at him and then tugged up the hem, revealing the lacy top of one stocking.

“Hmmm.” He reached over, laid a hand on her thigh, stroking up. “Nice.”

She held her breath, waiting.

But then he backed away. “Are you ready?”

Well, damn.

“Yeah. I just need to grab my purse.” Pout for a minute.

He waited on the porch while she did it and when she turned to lock the door, he crowded her up against it, dragging her skirt up, nudging his cock against the silken strip of her panties. “I’d like to come in,” he whispered against her neck. “But if I do that, I won’t take you out. And I want to take you out.”

A shiver raced through her as he pumped against her, raking his teeth along her neck.

“Ah…you can always come in later.”

“True.”

A few seconds later, he let go. She remained against the door, her brow pressed to the glass as she waited for her breathing to calm. “You’re mean, sometimes, you know that, Marc?”

“Yeah. This isn’t news, though,” he said.

She turned around, smoothing her skirt down, and eyed him narrowly. He had an unrepentant look on his face and his eyes all but burned with hunger as he stared at her. As she moved past him, she brushed the back of her hand against the ridge of his cock, smiling a little as his breath hissed out of him.

Her smile widened when she saw what he’d driven.

She didn’t know enough about cars to know what it was, but it wasn’t the sleek, sexy little sports car. Nor was it one of his bikes. No, this was his SUV. Nice. Roomy. With tinted windows. As he opened the door for her, she turned and gave him a guileless smile. “Do we need to be there at a particular time?”

Marc pushed his hand into her hair, stroking down to her neck absently and massaging. “Yeah. But not until dinner. That’s at eight.”

“Maybe want to drive up by the lake?”

He lifted a brow and then shrugged.

Smiling at him, she slid into the SUV, clicked her seatbelt.

Once he’d pulled out of the neighborhood where she lived with Shera, Chaili reached over, laid a hand on his thigh. Stroked upward. He hissed out a breath. As she started to stroke him, she closed her eyes.

Marc groaned as she dragged his zipper down.

Parked on the side of the road, his hands gripping her head, he rasped, “If a cop sees us, we’ll be lucky if this doesn’t end up on the news.”

“Then you need to watch for cops,” she whispered, opening her lips and taking him into the hot, wet cave of her mouth.

Watch for cops
, he thought, half dazed as she licked. Stroked. Sucked. Staring out the window, when he could be looking at her?

A car whizzed by and he jerked his head up, following it with his eyes for a moment and then lowering his gaze to stare at her. She hummed as she sucked on him. Licked. Nibbled at the flared head.

Over and over, working his length deeper, deeper…

He tangled his hand in her hair when she stopped and groaned, arching his hips upward and growling, “Don’t stop there, baby. Take more.”

She lifted her head a little and then slid back down. Slow. Excruciating.

But always stopping just a little short…

“Damn it, Chaili,” he growled.

She lifted her head, kneeling on the seat, nose to nose with him. Her mouth was red, plump. “This is my game,” she whispered. “I’m playing this time.”

Groaning, he slammed his head back against the padded headrest of the seat, certain he was going to die of a heart attack if she kept this up. “Play it then, before I decided to take the lead.”

“No, it’s my game,” she whispered again, as she went back down. Taking him in her mouth again. That amazing, wonderful mouth…

A little faster this time and she wrapped her fingers around the base, stroking. Teasing. Slamming against the door, he stared blindly out the window, arching to meet each movement as his hand cradled the back of her head.

So damned good, so…yeah… “Damn it, Chaili, if you stop, I’m going to paddle you, you hear me?” he snarled as he felt the movements of her head slow.

She made another one of those little humming sounds in her throat. And kept moving. Faster. Taking him deeper. “Yeah, just like…”

Another car sped by. Marc groaned. Shuddered.

She lifted up, slightly, nipped the head of his cock and then fell back into her rhythm. Taking him deeper, harder, until she was all but swallowing him with each stroke. Then, as another car went speeding by, she tugged on his balls, hard.

With a hoarse shout, he came.

Chaili sat next to him with a cat’s smile on her face, looking about as pleased he’d ever seen her.

He reached over, covered the hand she had on her thigh. “I’m crazy about you.”

Her gaze swung his way, a startled look in her eyes. Then she grinned, shrugged. “Well. I’ll be sure to give you impromptu blowjobs more often.”

“Well…” He squinted at her and then looked back at the road. “I’m not going to argue with that, but that’s got nothing to do with it.” He thought about the picture he still carried in his pocket. About the stuff he’d taken from his sister’s house. He should let her know he had it.

Just…not yet. He was still adjusting to everything he was feeling about her. Still trying to wrap his head around it, and it was powerful stuff. Very powerful.

Everything else paled in comparison. Everybody else…

Frowning, he thought about earlier. Lily. Shit. Was that something he should mention?

Well. Duh. Yes. The answer seemed pretty clear, because he knew if she’d run into that asshole ex of hers, he’d want to know. Yeah, they weren’t exactly at the stage where they were talking about a future…

A future.

His brain fuzzed out on him and he realized he was thinking about thoughts he’d never let himself contemplate before.

A future. With Chaili.

Oh. Damn. He was in trouble. Completely the right kind of trouble, for once. But no way, no how was he prepared for this.

Something they maybe needed to figure out.

A talk for tomorrow. They’d talk about that, he’d let her know about Lily. Because there was no way he was going to mention Lily right after she’d just given him the best blowjob of his life.

From the outside, Blue’s place looked like a posh sort of club. Maybe a restaurant or something.

But one had to flash a membership ID to get through the doors, and those memberships weren’t cheap. Chaili could remember how much Tim had chucked out for the basic. The basic level got you inside the doors. Tim had made decent money—he was a junior partner at his dad’s law firm, thus the need for discretion. But he still hadn’t been able to afford anything more than the basic membership and the occasional jaunt to the other floors.

Marc had a higher level. Obviously.

He pulled up at an entrance she hadn’t seen and before she could even open the door, somebody else was there doing it for her, a man dressed in black who gave her what looked like a polite little bow.

“Hey, Hank.”

“Mr. Archer, a pleasure to see you.” The man gave Marc a smile that looked pretty damn genuine as he accepted Marc’s keys.

Chaili glanced at the door in front of them, eyeing it curiously.

As they headed toward it, two more men appeared, coming out of the shadows, quietly, again giving both Marc and Chaili that polite little nod. As the doors opened, she saw a set of stairs, an elevator and a hallway. She could hear the beat and throb of music and she smiled a little. Dancing…with Marc.

“You want to dance before we go upstairs?”

She glanced to the elevator. “Ah…upstairs?”

“VIP levels are on the top floor,” he murmured in her ear. “We’ll be dining there.”

Ahhh, she hadn’t known that. “Sure. Let’s go dance.”

There was no way in the world she was going to miss out on a chance to dance with Marc.

While it might look like a posh sort of club or restaurant on the outside, once you got inside, especially once you hit the dance floor, anybody with eyes would see the difference.

Chaili wasn’t too concerned with their surroundings, though. She’d been to Blue’s often enough that it no longer surprised her. On the dance floor, just about anything
could
happen…except sex. As long as the partner was willing.

There were stages elevated if somebody wanted to put on a show, and all of them were occupied. Several floggings were being done. One woman was being bound, a very complicated form of bondage—she thought it was kinbaku, but she wasn’t sure. It was a lot more than just tying her hands behind her back, though.

There were a few submissives being disciplined on the floor.

Mostly, people were dancing.

Marc pulled her into his arms and she went, sliding her arms around his neck, glad she’d worn the heels. She was eye to eye with him now. Staring into those golden eyes that had haunted her dreams for so many years.

He flicked his gaze past her, his eyes lingering on the stage. She followed his glance, saw that he was watching the woman being bound. “I think I’d like to do that to you,” he murmured.

Chaili smiled and leaned in, pressed her lips to his ear. “I think I’d like to have you do it.”

He turned his face in to her hair and breathed her in. “You know, I’m trying to figure out how I didn’t find you before now.”

Chaili closed her eyes and tucked her head against his chest. She’d been right here. Wishing for him. Waiting. Dreaming. But he’d never seen her.

No point in regretting it, though. Especially when she had all she ever wanted right here.

One song bled into another. Some faster, some slower. But Marc never let her leave the circle of his arms, and she was just fine with that. As the music once more fell into a slow rhythm, slow and sensual, he tugged her even closer, pushing his thigh between hers, dragging the material of her skirt up so that nothing separated her from him but the material of her panties and his trousers.

The beat of the music sank into her, almost as powerful as the music Marc could make. He moved her in time to it, the hard muscles of his thigh rubbing over her until she was shuddering, just from that.

“You’re getting wet,” he whispered, one hand splayed low over her spine. “I feel it.”

She turned her head to say something…anything.

But his mouth came crushing down on hers. As she opened for him, his tongue pushed inside. Demanding. In. Out. Stabbing into the depths of her mouth, a rhythm that was unmistakable. She was panting by the time he lifted his head. “I’ll be doing that to you soon. Very soon.”

Unable to resist teasing him, she whispered, “And what if there aren’t any rooms?”

You had to have a room if you wanted to engage in sex at Blue’s. It was the one hard and fast rule and she stuck to it. People could get banned for it, their memberships permanently revoked.

Those golden eyes just glittered at her.