Scars (Marked #2.5) Read Free Page A

this felt too good to hide. To silence.
    “That’s it, baby. Fuck. Milk my cock, you dirty girl,” he growled into my neck before sinking his teeth in and erupting inside me. I felt each spurt as it coated my walls, and I reveled in the fact that I did this to him.
    Jaime regained his composure before I did. His strong arms picked me up and settled me atop his car before he opened the door and pulled out a slim pack of baby wipes. My raised brow amused him to no end.
    Rolling his eyes, he handed me a few to clean up while doing the same. “I hate having dirty hands—sue me.”
    “Is that all.” I giggled at the sheepish look on his face.
    “Yes, you perv.” Jaime walked over to my car and opened the back door, reaching in to grab something.
    I watched him with curiosity. “What are you doing?”
    “Grabbing you some clothes,” he called out. “Got it!” Jaime was excited by his discovery, not once remembering that the roof of my car wasn’t too far from his head.
    “Watch out, Jai—”
    “Fuck!” He cursed and pulled out from the car, slamming the door closed in the process. Jaime stomped over to where my giggling butt sat, his features schooled into a look of mock annoyance. “Not funny.”
    “It’s hilarious, babe.” His lips pursed in an adorable pout, one that I couldn’t help but kiss. “Are you okay?”
    “I’m better now, but I’d be better if you kissed my other head.” It was my turn to roll my eyes. “No?”
    I shook my head. “Not now, but definitely later.”
    “Fine.” Jaime tossed the small dress I kept in the back seat at me. “Then get dressed.”
    My brow rose in question. “How did you know?”
    “I know you and your penchant to always keep extra clothes in the car…something about emergency situations. You mentioned it once.”
    It was true. A phobia of mine.
    “Seems like something I’d say.” I laughed and stood up. The small scraps of material didn’t cover much as I pulled it over my head and down my body. I wasn’t too worried about anyone getting fresh, though; I was his girl for the night.
    “You look like sin.”
    “Then come be wicked with me,” I cooed and pulled him into me. “Let’s be bad together.”

3

     
     
    We’d been in the bar for an hour when I spotted him in the corner with a girl on each side. He was hard to miss, especially after I’d witnessed his demise at my Talan’s hands. Wonder what rich boy’s doing here?
    It wasn’t a sleazy establishment by any means. Crave was bright lights, clean, sleek lines… uninhibited sexual desires. Sex was the name of its game. It didn’t fit the uptight golden boy’s persona. Not when he’d expressed his desire for that fake bitch on more than one occasion.
    I’d followed her around, not going to lie about it. To school, home, and sometimes all the way toward Talan’s shop, where because of her presence, I had to park a couple of blocks down and hide inside the small coffee shop close by.
    The owner and I had an easy arrangement. I sucked his cock, and he left me alone to stalk the bitch and her followers.
    At this point, I knew her schedule better than Talan did.
    The sound of obnoxious, overeager, laughter pulled my attention over toward where he sat. He laughed along with the bimbos; his hands wandered the down the redhead’s chest, and she smiled. Again, what was he doing here? Especially being that he was another victim encompassed in Maya’s venomous web.
    His simpleton mind revolved around her world.
    “What’s got your attention?” Jaime asked while placing another shot of tequila in front of me. My eyes snapped to his, the curiosity I held a second ago vanishing as his hand caressed my inner thigh.
    “Nothing in particular.” I sighed and leaned into him. “Just curious about that guy—the one over in the corner surrounded by the two obviously money-hungry bitches.”
    “Why do you say that? Why the curiosity?” His hand stilled on my thigh, but the hard squeeze he gave