Dark Secrets(47)

You didn't have to know what that scar was. You knew it when you saw it.

It was a gunshot wound.

He had a gunshot wound to the chest.

And, judging by the color, it was maybe from a couple years ago.

Without her realizing she had done it, she felt her fingers trace over the oddly smooth surface of it. "Daniel, what the hell?" she asked, looking up into his face, catching a dark and almost worried look there for a moment before it was completely wiped away by what she could only call cockiness.

"Sure, look at the scars and not the hot body beneath them. I have an eight-pack in case you didn't notice that you scar slut."

She choked on a laugh. "I'm sorry... a scar slut?"

"Mhm, kind of like a snuggle slut, but instead of really being into snuggling, you're really into scars."

"That's so not a thing," she objected with a grin.

"Baby, it's a thing," he said, shaking his head. "Some chicks are into the dangerous and rugged thing."

"You got shot in the chest," she said, her voice a weird, airy imitation of itself.

People didn't just get shot in the chest and treat it like it was no big deal.

"In the interest of full disclosure, I was asking for it. Literally," he said, tucking his hands behind his head, completely at-ease.

"Asking for it? You asked someone to shoot you in the chest."

"Maybe told them is more like it?" he said, brows drawing together like he was considering the event, like it wasn't somehow at the forefront of his memories like a traumatic incident like that should have been.

"You told someone to shoot you in the chest?"

"You tell women and your buddy Trey and whoever else you work with to throw you around and hold you in painful positions and choke you and..."

"That's different."

"How?"

"Because they're not using lethal weapons on me."

"Baby, you know just as well as anyone that the human body is just as lethal a weapon as a gun. More so in a lot of situations."

But she wasn't giving up.

"Why did you tell someone to shoot you in the chest?" she asked, angling her chin up slightly in a clearly defiant way that suggested there was no way he was going to get out of telling her.

Daniel sighed slightly, his fingers digging into her hipbones for a second before he shrugged and gave her at least a part of the whole story. "We were in a shitty position. If she didn't shoot me, it would have been worse for me. If that makes any sense."

It made sense in about a hundred different situations so that in no way helped her pin it down. "She?" she asked instead. It wasn't jealousy, just surprise.

He smiled though, and shook his head. "Think it instilled a love of guns in her from that day on. Not something her husband appreciates, I'm sure."

Her body softened at that, not because she was nervous to hear he had a history with women. Of course he had a history with women. She had a history with men. It was naive and silly to pretend sex with other people wasn't a reality all couples face up to at the beginning. But she softened because he had either purposely or inadvertently soothed over any frazzled nerves that story brought about by telling her that the woman was happily married.

"I'm a great shot," she supplied with a teasing smile. "Do you want a matching one on the left side of your chest?"

"Alright," he said, folding up in a completely unthreatening way, something she should have known to watch out for. Because the second his body was close, his hands grabbed her around her underarms and pinned her to the bed again. "Enough talking," he said, then his body moved too fast for her to respond, his hands moving to pin her thighs to the bed, spread wide, and she felt his tongue trace up her slick cleft and find her clit without even a hint of uncertainty or hesitation.



       
         
       
        

Her hand slammed down on the back of his head as her body shuddered hard once, unprepared for the sensations that were suddenly flooding her system.

Daniel wasn't trying to tease her, to hint at an orgasm and deny it of her. He was pushing her up hard and fast, seeming to have every intention on making her body completely shatter apart.

"Wait, Daniel, I want," she tried to articulate, grabbing his hair and pulling him up by it.

His eyes met hers and he gave her the ghost of a smile. "You can have what you want when you beat me. Until then, I get what I want. And what I want right now is to make you come with my mouth a time or two. Then we can see about what you want."

With that, his head lowered again, his tongue pressed into her clit, and she did what she knew she would do- she shattered.