Free Cheaters Anonymous by Lacey Silks Page B

mean?” I felt my stomach grumble and at the sound Scar took a step back.
    “Let’s sit down and talk over some breakfast.”
    I sat at one end of the table and reached for my coffee, but when Scar pulled up the chair from the opposite side and set it beside me, I froze.
    “Are you nervous when I get close to you?” he asked.
    “A little, I guess.”
    “I’m nervous too. I had a lot of time to think last night.” He took a fork, jabbed a piece of pancake on its end, and brought it to my lips. I took the mouthful of deliciousness and was thankful that I couldn’t reply. I’d been thinking about him as well: him kissing me, fondling me, fucking me. My nipples bunched up at the thought.
    The familiarity of the uncomfortable comfort between us returned, and I smiled.
    “You look tired,” I said sipping my coffee. “Couldn’t this have waited until the afternoon?”
    “No way. I now realize that this has been the moment I’ve been waiting for the past six years. I’m not letting you slip through my fingers again,” he said.
    I shifted in my seat as warmth radiated through my body. What exactly did he mean by that? And now all I could think about were his fingers slipping between my legs. My core was beginning to burn more than Anakin Skywalker at the end of Episode Three.
    His gaze lifted and I saw what I thought to be a spark of new hope in his eyes. “I don’t think we can stay just friends.”
    What? Would I lose him again?
    “Because when I see you, I think about you as a woman I’m dying to be inside. And that’s not fair to you.” He put a piece of fruit into his mouth, and with his elbow resting on the table and fork doing a dance up in the air, he continued, “I’d like to hope that we could work out our issues and be more than just friends. But I know that you’re recovering, and I wouldn’t want to hinder that. So I won’t do anything without full disclosure, Jules. You know that I’m a fuck up. I used to get off on breaking couples apart and supporting that with the cheating theory I still believe.” He paused for a moment, and his shoulders lowered a fraction. “But when I see you, things just change. I want to be wrong about everything I ever believed in. I can’t create a boundary between friends and lovers when I’m with you. So it’s a constant struggle inside: do I hit on Jules, or do I leave her alone because I know that I will hurt her? Do I kiss her deep with my tongue the way she deserves to be kissed, or just peck her on her cheek? Do I just give in and fuck her the way I know she wants me to, or do I take that need and make more of it – make it last?”
    When he looked at me this time, I felt my mouth fall open. All the words he’d said mixed and mumbled in my brain. That I wasn’t ready for. I just wanted to see him last night – I didn’t expect this floodgate of unspoken feelings between us to be opened.
    I lifted my coffee and took another sip. I was pretty sure it was part of a strategy not to speak at the moment. I just wasn’t sure how to process all this, and I wanted to hear what else Scar had to say. And I definitely didn’t know what to say.
    “Please tell me you feel the same way. I mean, Jules, when I’m close to you, I just want to rip those clothes off your back and have you in my arms the way I used to. Please tell me you’ve thought about us that way, because I’ve never met anyone I felt so comfortable with. As much as I want to remain friends, you must know that we have some unfinished business. I’ve cursed myself to death for not having a condom that night in the cave, and if I were able to bring that night back, I’d make sure I’d get to feel you squeeze around my cock. And it’s not just about sex anymore, it’s... you’re just my Jules.”
    His words licked through me like fire, my mind shifting to an image of our connected bodies tumbling anywhere and everywhere in my house as he thrust inside me. I heard myself panting, and my