Page 13 of December's Ride with Scar

SCAR

If I hadn’t promisedRuby we’d go to the party with her, we would never have made it out of the house. The way that dress hugged her curves made it very hard to let her be around all those men I didn’t know.

But I know Ruby would never have let me talk my way out of going. So now that we are back in my truck heading home, I can breathe a sigh of relief even if the thought of having her at home alone is making my cock more painful. It feels like it’s gonna bust out of my pants.

Reaching out, I take her hand. When she smiles dreamily at me with her enormous and captivating amber eyes, funny things happen to my heart.

“Did you have a good time tonight?” I ask.

“Yeah, it was great to see Mary, and the food was yummy. Ruby is super sweet. I really like her.”

“It’s hard not to,” I say with a smile.

Even when she gets her harebrained ideas similar to the mountain man calendar and is always trying to set us up, it’s hard to be mad at her.

Evelyn looks out the window, and I wish I could do more than hold her hand while I’m driving. I’m addicted to touchingher, and every touch has me more and more turned on, but I can’t tell if she feels the same way or not.

We get home and into the warm cabin, and suddenly, the last thing I want is for her to go to her room for the night. After hanging up our jackets, she turns to face me, and I think she’s about to say good night. Instead, she appears about to speak and then hesitates.

That’s when I notice her nipples are hard through her dress, and there is pink on her cheeks. I thought it was from the cold, but now I wonder if it’s because she’s as turned on as I am.

Deciding to take a chance and go for it, I say, "You know, it's pretty chilly tonight. Maybe you should stay in my room with me since I have a fireplace in there."

I feel my heart pounding in my chest, and I swear I hear it echo through the cabin. With trembling hands, I reach out and take her face in my palms, cupping her cheeks gently. My thumbs brush against her rosy cheeks, and I feel her shiver beneath my touch. Leaning in close, so close that our breath mingles between us, I press my lips to her soft ones.

As her lips part, she allows me to deepen the kiss. My feeling of relief is instant and washes over me. She's responding to me, reacting to the connection we share. Her hand slides up my arm, gripping my biceps as if the kiss is throwing her as off kilter as it is me.

Pulling back from the kiss ever so slightly, my gaze meets hers. There's vulnerability in her eyes that I've never seen before, a need that echoes my own. I tighten my grip on her face, fingers gently digging into the skin beneath her cheeks, and trace her jawline ever so tenderly.

"I want you," I whisper, feeling the intensity of the moment between us. "I want you more than anything."

Evelyn swallows hard, her eyes flicking down to my lips before meeting mine once again. "I want you too," she admits, her voice barely a whisper. “But…”

“But what?” I ask. She wants me. Nothing else matters to me right now.

“It’s nothing.” She shakes her head.

“No, something is bothering you. Please tell me,” I say gently.

“I have a few extra pounds and…”

I don’t let her finish that sentence before I kiss her again, and this time, it's deeper and more passionate. She responds with equal intensity, her hands now gripping the back of my shirt as she pulls me closer.

“I love every curve, every part of you, and shame on any guy who made you feel like this.” The restraint I’ve been using all night finally breaks. Gripping her delectable ass, I pull her against me so she can feel how hard I am. When she gasps, I quickly slide my tongue into her mouth. Tasting her, claiming her. I’m never letting her go.

Her hands move from my shirt to my belt, her fingers trembling slightly as she undoes the buckle. Hoisting her up, she wraps her legs around my waist, and lets out the softest giggle.

Then I carry her to my bedroom, well, our bedroom if I have my way. With my heart pounding, I lay her down on the bed and memorize every detail of this moment. The first time she is in my bed and our first time together. We both have to know that this is a pivotal moment in our lives. For me, there’s no going back.

I undress her slowly, my fingers trailing down her body, exploring every inch of her skin. The anticipation is killing me, but I also want to savor every second of this.

Her dress slides down her deliciously curvy body, revealing a gorgeous black lace bra and matching panties. I almost tremble as I see them for the first time - they are just as beautiful as sheis. I lean down and press a soft kiss to the smooth skin of her stomach, trailing my way up to her neck.

She moans softly, arching her back as I continue my exploration of her body. My hands trace light patterns on her skin, making her shiver beneath my touch.

I can't take it anymore. I need to be inside of her. I need to feel her skin against mine, the sound of her moans in my ear. But her needs come first always. As I glide kisses across her stomach, I slide her panties down as I go. I toss them on the floor, out of my way.

Pausing for a moment, my eyes lock on the most intimate part of her, the most beautiful sight I've ever seen. I thank the universe for bringing her into my life. Gently, I kiss along her inner thighs, savoring every inch of her skin before I get my first taste of her.

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