Free Scarred by C. M. Steele Page B

wasn’t either of our faults, but I can’t stop loving you because the perpetrator changed sides. While I watched Jeffers with that gun on you, I wanted to die in your place. For as hurt as I was that you hid the truth from me, I understand now why you didn’t want to tell me. You didn’t want to lose me. But don’t ever lie to me again. You understand?”
    “Never again,” I agreed.
    “Your uncle. How are you handling it?”
    “Truthfully, I should have seen something like this coming. I need to tell you something about that night on the road. It was my fault we were there, and I don’t think my uncle ever forgave me for losing his brother.”
    “How could it be your fault? You weren’t the driver, and they were the adults.”
    “It wasn’t until I saw the real report that that night flashed through my head. I’d gotten in trouble earlier for asking my father too many questions about what he was drinking. I knew better not to disturb him, but I did it anyway. Well, as punishment, he made me drink a glass of the vodka he poured. I remember it burning my insides. Then he threatened me about learning my place and to never question him again. I got sick later on that night and started burning up with a high fever and the chills. The nanny came in the room and could smell the alcohol through my pores and told my mother something. It was then that the same memory starts. My mother is yelling at him to take me to the hospital, but I keep blacking out and would wake up dazed. The last time it happened was when he crashed.”
    “That wasn’t your fault for shit. Your father was a total bastard.”
    “Yes, he was. I think I blocked that memory from my head because I wanted to remember the successful man he was. Not the man who made me feel like a waste of space.”
    “I’m sorry, Dex. A parent should never punish a child like that. It was criminal, and you getting sick wasn’t your doing. Your mother stepped up to the plate and made him do the right thing even if it was a little too late. Damn. I thought my childhood sucked, but my foster parents were never mean to me; poor, but never mean.”
    “It’s okay because I would go through it all over again just to be with you. I’m sorry you lost your father.”
    “See, being my hero and saying shit like that is what keeps me from being mad at you.”
    “So, do you forgive me wholeheartedly?” The need for redemption and forgiveness was choking me.
    “Yes. I do.” I closed my eyes as relief washed over me.
    “Good, then I think some makeup sex is in order.” I took off her tee shirt and panties, slipped off my boxers, then flipped her and pressed her breasts against the cool glass. I was certain her nipples pebbled from the touch. No one could see through the windows, so I decided to take her this way. Feeling riled up from an adrenaline-filled day, I was ready to come hard and fast.
    “Wow, this is high up,” she whispered with a tinge of fear in her throat.
    “It’s going to be fine. I want you to hold onto my love and know that I can’t live without you. Let’s enjoy the ride,” I commanded before thrusting up into her from behind. Her pussy was soaked with need. I slowly rocked into her depths pressing her hard and steady against the glass.
    My hand gripped her waist while the other held onto her throat, showing her my strength and letting her feel safe from falling. Even with the air conditioning on, sweat coated our bodies as we fucked against the glass. Something forbidden and dangerous made this all the more insane. We ground our bodies together until we were chanting each others names simultaneously.
    “Elena,” I roared.
    “Dex,” she shouted.
    I filled her up with my seed thinking about what I saw in the bathroom that she must have forgotten about in all the chaos. She was carrying my baby in her belly. There was no way I was letting her go now. This week we were getting married. I was going to be a father, and I had to prove that I’d