Page 80 of Mistaken Identity
“Whoa,” he said as he moved so close his nose was nearly touching my pubic bone. “That’s a gnarly scar. I thought they were a lot smaller.”
“Normally, they are. But there was a complication, and I was a small kid with no birthing hips yet. And Damon was huge. Almost eleven pounds,” she breathed.
That wasn’t surprising.
My rapist was a big guy, too.
Just another reason to hate the motherfucker.
“My survivor.” He pressed a kiss to the scar.
And damned if I didn’t start crying again.
That was not how I expected this night to go.
Maybe tears of joy, but definitely not tears of sadness.
God, how I loved this man.
My fingers threaded through his hair. “You need a cut.”
“On my list,” he said. “Maybe if I don’t fly to Hawaii with you again next week, I’ll get one.”
I pouted, and he winked. “All you have to do is find me a ticket and I’m there.”
I’d find him a ticket.
I found that I liked having him there.
Plus, this next time was a weekend, and I wouldn’t be flying back until two days later, giving me plenty of time to enjoy my time in paradise with him.
That was a later conversation, though.
Now was a time for other, more pleasurable things.
With my panties now kicked off and littering the floor of his amazing bathroom, I walked back toward him, this time crawling into his lap with my legs dangling over the back ledge of the tub.
His cock felt huge against me, and I idly wondered if it was as big as I always thought it was.
The boy Audric used to be was obsessed with sweatpants, and as a young, impressionable teenager who was in love with him, I noticed everything about him.
Even his penis size.
I may not have been able to see it in all its naked glory, but there wasn’t much you could hide behind a pair of sweatpants with no underwear on.
We’d done enough random swims in the river and the lake in our time that we’d all gone braless or underwearless a time or two.
Needless to say, I knew he had a sizable appendage down there, and to my knowledge, they didn’t get much bigger past your teen years.
His hands cupped my ass as he pulled me in until there wasn’t a single inch of space between his body and mine.
“Swear to Christ, we move at your speed,” he promised me, his eyes boring into mine from so close that I could see all the striations.
“We’re moving at the speed I’m good with,” I said. “I have one small issue, though.”
His eyebrows rose. “What’s that?”
“I don’t do condoms.” I winced. “They freak me way the hell out.”
