SCARRED - Part 4 (The SCARRED Series - Book 4) Page 2

  Channel it, Chloe...don’t let the panic take over. Turn it into anger...

  She brought her foot up and kicked back hard, hitting him right on the knee cap. When he stumbled forward, his hold on her loosened and she was able to twist out of it...Attack! She turned and brought her knee up, hard. She felt it land against the suit Max wore but in her head it was crushing against the soft tissue between his legs. Max went down to his knees cussing her like Jesse would. Retreat!

  “Fucking cunt! You’re only making this worse for yourself.” He was talking in a winded voice and for a second Chloe started to worry that she had hurt Max...then she snapped back into the zone. Attack!

  While he was on his knees, she kicked him hard in the face. She heard the crunch of Max’s face guard and she imagined it was the cartilage in Jesse’s nose breaking. Retreat! He fell back to the mat but she wasn’t finished with him yet.

  With Max’s words reverberating in her head... If there’s nowhere to run, you have to be prepared to kill him; she took a step back towards him. She felt more than saw his arm shoot out towards her feet. Using every ounce of strength and weight she could muster she brought her foot down against it. He yelled and as he pulled it into his body, it drew him slightly over on his side. She began kicking him, low in the kidney area and then getting out of the way before he grabbed her. When he had curled himself into a ball she brought her knee up and her body down. She slammed into the side of his head with all of her weight behind it. The lights came on and she saw Max there in his suit, lying on his back.

  “Oh shit, Max! Are you okay?”

  He laughed and pushed himself up. Pulling off the helmet he was wearing that would likely leave a nasty bruise on Chloe’s knee he said, “I’m fine, Chloe. I don’t feel a thing in this suit. But you know what?”

  “What?”

  “If I’d been Jesse and you would have landed that strike on my head, I wouldn’t have gotten back up.”

  Chapter 3

  Derek’s driver picked Chloe the next night at seven to take her to the yacht for dinner. Derek usually came himself, but he told her he was making dinner for her and he didn’t want to burn down the yacht. Chloe wore the classic, “little black dress” tonight with a pair of three inch black heels and a light silver chain. She was feeling really good about herself after her session with Max and she was looking forward to telling Derek all about it.

  When the driver opened her door and she stepped out he asked her, “Would you like me to see you to the boat, Miss?”

  She looked across the little ramp that led to the slips. Derek’s yacht was lit up and the lights along the decking were shining brightly. The sun was just going down so it wasn’t fully dark yet. “Thank you, but no. I can take it from here,” she told him. She made her way to the wooden ramp and from there she could see that the driver was still standing next to the car watching her. She appreciated his diligence and she smiled and waved at him. He waved back as she was stepping onto Derek’s yacht.

  He wasn’t up top but she assumed that he would be down in the living quarters in the kitchen. She made her way down the steps and as she got to the bottom landing, the first thing she noticed was that it was dark down here. She could see a light coming from underneath the door of the kitchen, but that was the only one.

  “Derek?” She called out and waited.

  The only sounds were those of the water lapping up against the hull of the boat. She took a step further into the darkness, keeping her hand on the rail of the steps for security. She felt a little flutter of anxiety begin to rear its ugly head in the pit of her belly.

  “Derek!” She called out, louder this time.

  Still no answer, but somewhere to her right and below her, she heard a sound. It was like the shuffling of a shoe against the smooth wood of the floors of the boat. Her heart rate began to rise and the anxiety swelled up into her chest. She turned to head back up the stairs and that was when all of the lights went out, plunging her into darkness. She still had the railing in her hand and she started up. She’d only taken one step when she heard the low rumble of a man’s voice. She froze and willed herself to slow down her breathing and listen. She couldn’t hear what he said and she couldn’t even discern the tone or the pitch of it...it was just a rumble...a warning.

  Chloe took a slow, cautious step backwards and very quietly, she slipped off her heels. Then she waited...she heard him, moving towards her down the stairs. The backlight illuminated his shadow. All she could tell was that it was definitely a tall, broad-shouldered man. She let the idea that maybe it was Derek flit across her brain...but that not only didn’t make sense since he’d been expecting her, it was clouding her thinking.

  She needed to clear her mind and...Attack! She lunged forward with her fist out and threw it into his midsection with all her might. When he doubled forward with a grunt, she grabbed his arm and with a loud grunt and everything she had in her, she sent him sailing towards the floor. She heard him hit with a satisfying thump and “Ugh!” She retreated then, heading for the steps she grabbed the banister and when she was about halfway up she heard,

  “Chloe?” It was Derek’s pained voice, coming from the floor below her. Oh Shit! What did she do?

  “Derek?”

  “Yeah, it’s me. Why the hell did you hit me?”

  Chloe rushed back down the stairs and when her feet hit him she knelt down beside him. “Jesus, Derek! I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”

  He tried to laugh, but it came out as more like a grunt. “I think you broke my ribs.”

  “Oh shit! Damn it! I’m so sorry. Why were you walking around in the dark?”

  “Help me sit up,” he said.

  She slid her hand behind his head and as she helped him lift to a sitting position, the lights blinked on and off once and then came back on. There was still only the light from underneath the kitchen door and the lights that shone down from above deck but it was enough that she could see his face. His right cheek was dark red where he’d hit the floor with it when she took him down. She’d been proud of the thud when she thought it was Jesse, but now remembering the sound made her wince. “The lights kept flickering. I went down to the machine room to check the fuses. I never heard you come in. I’d just flipped the switch down there and was on my way back when they went off again. I was going to see if I had a bigger flashlight before I went back down to the machine room because it’s pitch black down there.”

  “Oh damn! I feel so bad!”

  He laughed again and reached up and put his big arm around her. He pulled her off her feet she was crouched on and into his lap where he was still sitting on the floor.

  Letting his lips brush softly against hers he said, “You’re deadly baby, that’s kind of hot.”

  In spite of the adrenaline and anxiety that was still coursing through her veins, she laughed. “I’m two and “0” this week.”

  “You kicked someone else’s ass too?” he asked her. She laughed again.

  “Yeah, my instructor. I’ll tell you about it at dinner. Let’s get you up off this floor and check your ribs.”

  Chloe helped him up with considerable effort. She was discovering there was a great deal of difference between the strength she felt when she was loaded with adrenaline and that of an ordinary day. She was no weakling anymore either way, but the adrenaline seemed to pour into her muscles and make her feel indestructible. She held onto him on the way to the bathroom.

  “I think I’m okay,” he said.

  “We’ll see.”

  When they got inside the bathroom she flipped on the light switch. Sometimes still she was consumed all at once by how incredibly gorgeous he is. The bright fluorescent lights illuminated his deep blue eyes and he had a smile playing along the corners of his full, sexy lips. She had to shake herself and focus on the task at hand instead. She would re-visit those lips later...

  “Take off your shirt,” she told him.

  He let the smile slowly spread and he said, “Are you tryin
g to have your way with me now?”

  She grinned back and said, “When I’m trying, you’ll know it. You won’t have to ask. Now strip!”

  With the grin still in place he unbuttoned his shirt while Chloe searched the medicine cabinet in hopes of finding some kind of salve to put on him. He was going to be sore even if they weren’t broken. She had her back to him and when she turned back around she felt her breath catch in her throat. His hair was disheveled from the “attack” and his cheek bright red. It gave him a just woke up look. The best part was that he’d done as she asked...or ordered, and he’d taken off his shirt. Her eyes consumed his body, all the bulging hard lines and ripples and she had to quell the hunger she felt ignite in her core...at least long enough to doctor up the damage she had done to him.

  His right side was reddening, almost growing darker as she looked at it. She used the fingers of her left hand and starting at the top of his ribcage, she felt along each one, gently.

  “Does that hurt?”

  “No,” he said. His voice sounded husky and she looked up at his face. He was looking at her with desire smoldering in his sexy blue eyes.

  He smiled and she said, “Stop that, I have to check for injuries.”

  “I’m not doing a thing,” he said.

  She looked back down at his chest. That was almost worse. She let her fingers continue down, softly prodding along each rib until she reached the bottom of his diaphragm. That’s when she felt his lips touch the top of her head. When she looked back up at him he let them slide down the side of her face and pressed them against her ear.

  “See, I’m fine.” His voice sounded breathless...sexy...masculine.

  “You’re sure?” she asked.

  Her own voice sounded husky as well and her lips were so close to his chest that it seemed a shame not to let them reach out and land against it, just for a second. When they touched him he shivered and she could actually feel the heat from his body rising against her.

  “I’m positive,” he whispered again. The heat of his breath was surging through her from her ear down to the southern parts of her body and she could feel her legs beginning to shake.

  “Well then, I suppose we should check on whatever you were cooking...”

  He let his lips slide down the side of her face, slowly, kissing her soft skin as they made their way to her lips.

  “I hadn’t started it yet before the electricity went out.”

  He was talking with his mouth against her. It was erotic and every nerve ending she possessed was suddenly on fire.

  “I’m not really hungry...for food.”

  She lifted her head up just slightly so that his lips could meet with hers and they united in an explosive, passionate kiss with tongues tasting and twirling. Derek had his hands in her hair now and she felt them run down along her neck and to her back, taking hold of the zipper at the top of her dress. As her zipper came down they broke the kiss and when the dress hit the floor at her ankles, she stepped out of it. Derek’s eyes were caressing her and she felt the moisture beginning to build up between her legs.

  She glanced over at the large glass shower they were standing next to and in a voice almost completely void of oxygen she said, “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to put some heat on that.”

  Derek grinned and leaned back, sliding the shower door open and turned on the water. After adjusting the temperature, he began stripping out of his pants and boxers and never taking his eyes off of her body as she shed her bra and underwear. He took her back into his arms and crushing her breasts into his hard chest as he kissed her again.

  “You are so god damn beautiful.”

  She shivered again and smiled, letting her own eyes roam hungrily across his body. “Thank you,” she said, nudging him gently back towards the shower. “So are you.”

  He pushed her into the shower leaning her up against the tiled wall and ran his hands down her breasts trailing her flat belly watching the beads of water trickle down her thighs. Crouching on his knees, his fingers spread his pink lips as his tongue lightly licked her clit.

  “Mmmm,” Chloe moaned grabbing tuffs of wet black hair.

  Grabbing her ass he pulled her pussy in his mouth for more, sucking and licking her pink folds before his finger dove into her wetness. Pumping slowly, in and out he watched her squirm above him as he shoved in a second digit and sucked harder on her clit.

  “Jesus Christ Derek.” She moaned.

  Her long wet locks were everywhere as she closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip. Leaning forward, he swept his tongue over her pink folds taunting her. A small gasp of pleasure escaped her lips. Teasing, he flicked his tongue over her clit, then fanning it back and forth, working her nub before pulling it into his mouth. He sucked. Hard.

  Pleasure washed over her entire body as his fingers probed her wetness faster and harder. Chloe speared her fingers through Derek’s hair and didn’t let go. He didn't let up as his fingers dove into her deeper, past the second knuckle and she thought she would collapse from the hard climax that was about to hit her. As she cried out the tidal wave swept over her body and rippled through creating a heat in every nerve ending in her body.

  Looking up, he caught her gaze. "You taste so fucking good!" He said in a rough voice. Derek stood and quickly grabbed a nipple between his lips and gave it a teasingly suck. He grabbed her leg and hauled it up over his hip as his throbbing cock plunged into her with one hard thrust.

  Chloe lost the ability to breathe as the hard length of his cock filled her. She could feel her pussy stretching to accommodate him and it felt so good as her nails dug into his back silently asking for more.

  "Your pussy is so fucking tight." He groaned.

  Her head came down and she licked and kissed his collar bone as he thrusted harder and faster. His hips forcefully shot forward filling her more as she moaned out with pleasure. He slammed his mouth onto hers and their tongues dueled, feeling the tension build to a boil.

  Opening her mouth, she let out a gasp as he pulled back and thrusted into her once again. She could feel his every inch, every ridge, and his thickness against her inner walls as her body turned into a quivering mess and she welcomed the wave of her orgasm. She was weak in the knees and tried to catch her breath as the pleasure consumed her. She had never been fucked with such passion, such intensity before. She felt Derek's body twitch as he came with her and still slowly rocked into her. He finally laid his forehead against the wet tile beside hers trying to catch his breath as his blue eyes fell on hers.

  "Holy shit, that was intense!" He said breathing heavily and grinning.

  Chapter 4

  Chloe stood against the doorframe of the kitchen. She was dressed in one of Derek’s long t-shirts and her hair was still wet from the shower. She’d taken out her contacts when he left the room. It was a token she wanted to give him to show him how much she has started to trust him. He hadn’t turned around yet and she was very much enjoying the sight of him in his white t-shirt and plaid pajama pants, fluidly moving back and forth between the refrigerator and the stove.

  He had a Tupperware bowl with fish in it. It looked like he had some kind of marinade on it too. He lit the little grill on top of the stove and she licked her lips as she watched the motion of his biceps rippling underneath his white shirt. She had just had him and he had, as usual, satisfied every urge inside of her. But she couldn’t help it; the sight of him always brought them all rushing back. He opened a bottle of wine, his muscles flexing nicely again as he worked the corkscrew and poured two glasses. Then he took some vegetables out of the refrigerator and began to chop them up. Chloe slipped up behind him and wrapped her hands around his waist. She laid her head into the soft cotton that covered the smooth lines of his back and he sat the knife he was holding down and covered her hands with his. She hugged him like that for a few minutes before he turned around to face her. He bent down and placed a soft kiss against the side of her neck and then inhaled deeply with his face in her hair.


  “You smell so good,” he said.

  She giggled, “It’s your pear body wash.”

  “It doesn’t smell that good on me,” he said.

  Chloe inhaled his strong masculine scent. Just a hint of pear was noticeable. “I beg to differ,” she said.

  He kissed a trail along her jaw and then pulled at her lips with his. Chloe tilted his head and let his tongue in to explore, gliding across the tops of her teeth and the roof of her mouth. He ended the kiss by sucking on her lips and then pulling back slowly to look into her eyes.

  “I like the natural brown eyes. They’re sexy.”

  Chloe smiled and looked around behind him. “The fish looks yummy. I’m hungry.”

  “It’s Mahi Mahi and I’ve had it marinating all day. If you don’t leave me to it though, I’m afraid we’ll never get to eat.”

  He reached for a glass of the freshly poured wine and handed it to her. She smiled and took it.

  “I suppose I should take this up on the deck and leave you at your work. Unless you want help?”

  “Nope, it’s all me tonight. Go enjoy the fresh air.”

  Chloe took her wine and made her way up on deck. It was almost ten already and the harbor was quietly filled with sleeping boats. She stood near the railing and looked out across the water. It shone like a mirror, glossy and shiny against the night. It had lost its aqua color when the sun went down, but it had been replaced with the silver reflected off of the moon. It was easy for her to see how Derek loved living here. It was so peaceful, especially at night. Chloe took another sip of her wine and let her eyes take in the other boats as they sat rocking in the gentle waves. Some of them were dark...closed down for the night, and others of them lit up the night.

  She turned and looked towards the lot where the cars were parked and suddenly she began to feel uneasy...more alert. The hair on the nape of her neck rose and goosebumps raced down her spine and arms.

  Someone was watching.

  She looked hard but she couldn’t see any movement or even a flash of light. She tried convincing herself that it was the compilation of what she had done yesterday...first with Max and then attacking Derek in the dark tonight, but she knew it wasn’t. Every instinct and nerve ending in her body was trying to warn her. She couldn’t see it, but she felt the cold, unwavering gaze of the predator burn into her. She shivered and turned away from the railing. She made her way back down the steps and into the kitchen where Derek was.