Page 49 of Scarred By Love

"It's going to take some time but I think so."

Time was a cruel thing but I knew what she was saying. Andrew would heal because he had the two of us to make sure of it.

I turned back around and caught Sarah's gaze. The heat in her eyes wasn't nearly as strong but it was still there.

"You're a good father," she reminded me as I walked straight up to her and wrapped one arm around her back, pulling her so that her body was flush against mine.

"Oh yeah? And does that turn you on? Do you have a daddy kink that I don't know about?"

She laughed and shook her head. "More like I have ayoukink."

Leaning forward I brushed my lips across hers and whispered, "That's a good answer." Now that Andrew was upstairs, I couldn't wait any longer. I picked Sarah up and headed straight for the laundry room off the kitchen. Screw going upstairs. That was too far away.

"I need you," I told her as soon as I dropped her back down onto her feet and locked the door. By the time I turned back around, Sarah was already stripping out of her pants.

Once she was free of the pesky articles of clothes, I hauled her up and set her ass on the edge of the dryer.

"Prepare yourself, sweetheart. This is going to be a quick fuck."

I didn't have to worry though. She was as ready as I was. Her cunt was dripping as I slammed my cock deep inside her.

"Fuck." I had to stop and drop my forehead to hers to keep from blowing my load, that was how good it felt to be inside her.

"Forever, sweetheart."

"Forever," she promised.

EPILOGUE

Rhett

I sat at the hotel bar swirling my glass of Jameson neat. It was another sleepless night, and instead of tossing and turning in bed, I decided it was best to come down to the bar and drink myself stupid. Except I’d been nursing the same glass of whiskey for the past thirty minutes.

The truth was, I was miserable. Nightmares haunted me when I slept. My dark thoughts tried to pull me under when I was awake. It didn't matter what I did to try and drown them out, they always got the better of me. Most days I wondered why I even bothered.

My teammates tried to help me. They knew I used humor as a coping mechanism to hide how I truly felt in front of people. Day in and day out they did their best to fix my problem, but in order for that to work, I needed to be a willing participant and right now I wasn't.

Don't get me wrong, I hated how I felt but not enough to change it. It was easier to just push people away than it was to fix my issues.

Hence, why I hadn't been back to Texas to visit my family in years. As the youngest of six siblings it was safe to say we were a close-knit bunch. At least, we had been before life played a cruel joke and ruined me. Now I was just a damaged soul who had seen too much carnage and wreaked too much havoc on unsuspecting civilians. I was a former paid mercenary with one too many strikes against me. I didn't deserve to be around the good that my family was.

"Hey, sweetheart. Sorry I'm late," a siren of a voice whispered in my ear right before plopping her ass in the chair next to me.

I lifted my eyebrow at the stunning redhead with luscious curls cascading down her back and the most vibrant green eyes I had ever seen. She was wrapped up nice and tight in an emerald-green dress that pushed her tits front and center. Her cherry-red lips held a nervous smile that didn't match her next words.

"Just go with it."

"So this is your boyfriend?" a man who looked like he spent plenty of time downing steroids and lying in a tanning bed rather than doing actual work asked.

"Yup, this is my boyfriend . . ."

"Rhett." I stuck my hand out. "Nice to meet you."

"Whatever, bro," the douchebag huffed, and walked away like he was carrying two large suitcases in each of his arms.

The mystery woman let out a relieved sigh once the asshole was out of earshot. "Thank you for the save. That guy followed me in here from the lobby and wouldn't take no for an answer."

I was tempted to follow the guy and teach him a lesson.

"I'm Elle, by the way."

"Nice to meet you, Elle. I'm Rhett."

Her dazzling smile caused my cold almost dead heart to flip.

"Do you mind if I sit with you for a bit? Just to make sure he's gone."

I thought about it for a second before I asked with a tease in my tone, "Are you sure I'm the right guy for the job?"

Her next question changed my whole demeanor. "Why? You're not a murderer, are you?"

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