Free Scars (Marked #2.5) by Lynch Marti, Elena M. Reyes

babe…I can’t.”
    “You’re in pain?” Gone was the huskiness of his timber.
    “Everything hurts,” I admitted while pulling into the diner’s nearly empty parking lot. This time, though, as I exited the car, my legs trembled and I cried out in discomfort.
    “Where are you?” His demand was sweet, but the jingle of his keys in the background sounded like I’d just won the lotto. When I got back home, I was spending the rest of the day in my tub…fuck the world. “Dammit, Janice. You shouldn’t have left!”
    “Please don’t be angry with me, not today of all days.” Slowly, I walked into the diner and took a seat in the booth near the back. The few customers inside turned to look my way as I passed them by. The males’ eyes lingered, perused my body in the short sundress I’d worn for Talan.
    “Where are you, Janice?” Jaime asked again, pulling my attention from the lustful eyes of those around me.
    “I’m at the diner, in our usual spot near the back. I’ll order…just hurry up and get here.”
    Through the phone, I heard him let out a deep sigh. “On my way.” Then, the line went dead.
    “This has to be worth it.” It was my turn to let out a sigh of my own as I rested my head back against the padded booth. This place had been a South Florida staple since the 1950s and hadn’t changed much. With its vintage décor and old school charm, it stood out against the cute and trendy this city was full of.
    Two cups of coffee and twenty minutes later, Jaime strolled in to the now-packed restaurant. His swagger and smile turned every female’s head within the vicinity, and I smiled. He’d always been very in-tune with his sexual appeal and enjoyed the attention.
    Once in front of me, he bent at the waist and pecked my lips.
    I raised a brow at the public display of affection. “Took you long enough.”
    “Had an unexpected, but much appreciated phone call from an old friend.” Immediately my lips thinned as the smile dropped from my face. Who the fuck was this so-called friend?
    “Oh yeah, who?” My attempt at complete nonchalance was a bust; he raised a brow of his own—challenged me to continue with the sour look.
    “Stop it, Janice,” he admonished while taking a seat across from me. “Just an old buddy from college.”
    And just like that I relaxed. The last thing I needed at that moment was for him to abandon me. To find someone to replace me the way Talan had.
    “So…” I waved him on.
    “To finalize our dinner plans for Valentine’s Day.” What the ever-loving fuck? Was he switching on me? This I wouldn’t mind—it would be fucking hot.
    “Umm, what?”
    “Not like that, you pervert. I like pussy—licking, smacking it…fucking it.” At his indignant tone, I laughed. Jaime with another man would be a beautiful thing to watch. The thought alone was making me wet again, and I squirmed in my seat. “I swear I will fuck you right here for everyone to see. You know I’m an exhibitionist and get off on that shit.”
    “Fine, you big baby. What about Valentine’s?”
    “A few friends of mine are getting together with us for dinner, and I thought it would be fun to invite him. He’s new in town and doesn’t really know anyone. You’ll love him. Luke’s a great guy.”
    “Are you selling him to me?”
    “Shut it.”
    “By the way, when did I agree to spend Valentine’s with you?”
    “It was never up for discussion. You just are.”
    Okay, then.

    Little red dress? Check.
    Pouty and shiny lips? Check.
    Waxed pussy ready for some action? Fucking check.
    It was a little after six, and I was meeting Jaime and his friends over at a small bistro by the beach at seven. I’d never been to this place in particular and was excited to go. Sure, this was a holiday for those in love—for couples to pamper their better halves before fucking each other into submission, but just because Talan and I were apart didn’t mean I couldn’t have some fun.
    And there was also the fact