Page 86 of Those Heartbreak Scars

The closest we’ve come to talking about me going with her is her telling me she’s going and Indy asking her if I would. Does she want me to go with her? Does she expect that to be something I can do? The idea of being around those people… My feelings about that are so mixed up.

“As long as you try to convince him,” Indy comes at her from another angle.

How would Indy handle it if I actually showed up with America? Part of me wants to do it to spite her, but that part has grown quieter with every day that I spend with America. Part of me just misses the crap out of her. I don’t care who she’s with. Don’t long for her. Don’t want her. But I miss the friendship we had before we got involved.

I miss the rest of the family too. And my best friend. Our conversations are so stilted now that I barely reply when he texts.

I’ve even come to understand him. Theo. The man who makes Indy sound so happy.

When I saw those bruises that Everett left on America, I wanted to go find him, confront him—with a baseball bat. Indy’s husband was wrong about me. I would never have hurt her intentionally. But I understand why he was ready to jump to her defense.

America notices me watching and flaps her hand to tell me to come closer. She has my watch wrapped around her wrist. It jiggles loosely. “Listen, I have to—"

I shake my head as I steal the brush from her. The purple paint has tiny bits of sparkle in it. It’s really quite pretty. I whisper in her ear, “Keep talking.”

Her brow wrinkles as I glide the brush over her nail. She’ll probably have to fix it later.

“You’re keeping too many secrets from me,” Indy pouts.

“It’s complicated. We’ve been keeping it quiet.” America watches me drag the little brush over her lower leg and up herthigh in sweeping curves and lines, the sparkly metallic purple spelling out the wordsI licked it, it’s mine!

A smile broadens my cheeks as I admire my handiwork. It’s better than the poor job I did of painting her toenail. Much better.

“Oh really?” she mouths, her eyes alight with temptation.

Yes. Fuck. Yes. I can’t get my mouth on her often enough. I’m obsessed with those moans of pleasure that she makes just for me. I can’t get enough of those soft eyes staring at me.

I don’t know when or how it happened, but with each new night we spend together I want a little more of her. Something more serious. But that means putting it all on the line. Opening myself up to possibility. And, potentially, pain.

Tomorrow I’ll be back in the UK, looking for a flat with an in-home office to make my base. And America will be on her way back home to Chicago straight after that to see her family and her best friend.

I don’t want her to leave. I’m not certain she’ll come back once she’s home. She no longer has school to keep her in the UK. And Dove will be touring before long. Which leaves only me. And what if that isn’t enough once she’s had a taste of home, family, friends?

“I’d swear you were dating my brother with how squirrelly you’re being,” Indy says, guardedly. “Thankfully I know that’s not the case.”

“Eww. That’s my cousin.” America turns up her nose.

“Not by blood,” Indy says.

“Oh my God, Indy. It’s those romance books you’re reading, isn’t it?” America shakes her head as I bite back a chuckle and lower my lips to her thigh. “I’ve got to go. I’ll see you soon.”

“Can’t wait. Love you,” she says and hangs up.

“You think you’re smooth, don’t you?” America asks, placing her phone down beside her.

“I’m feeling pretty confident.” I’m the complete opposite of confident. I feel like I’m running out of time.

She takes the brush from me and holds my jaw with her other hand. A saucy look on her face, she draws sparkly purple lines on my cheeks. “I think whiskers would suit you. Don’t you agree, Mister Puss?”

“The only pussy I’m going to have on my face is yours,” I say as she sits back to admire her artistry. Grasping her ankles I spread her legs wider. Running my fingers over her panty covered slit, feeling the dampness. “Look at that. So ready for me to eat my meal.”

“You’re insatiable.” She laughs and leans back on her hands when I grip her hips and drag her ass closer to the edge of the counter.

Collecting a chair, I place it in front of her and sit down. “When it comes to giving you pleasure, I’m ravenous.”

Her breath hitches and she burrows her teeth into her bottom lip as I pluck her panties to the side and get my mouth on her pink bits.

I take my time. Teasing her with each lick and suck before encouraging her to wriggle out of the scrap of lace. “This pussy is mine. I don’t want you to forget that when you go home.”

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