Touching Scars(27)

“What?” Mel said as she looked at Beaver.

Beaver coughed. “Did he uh… did he do that… you know, every time?”

Mel grinned. “Of course not, silly! He never asked for another blow job from me. The lesson learned from this: Stick it before you lick it,” she stated nonchalantly.

Beaver must have started to feel braver because he spoke up. “If he had eaten a better diet, maybe he would have tasted better.”

Mel responded, “And how’s your diet?”

“Perfection,” he said simply.

Kat sat up and watched the exchange, just as I was. “Would you two just fuck and get it over with already?” she declared. “Beaver, you’ve been watching Mel for over a year now. Mel, you’ve been second guessing whether or not Beav would want an older woman. Give me a damn break, girl! You’re hot.”

Kat suddenly stood up and moved to the stereo to change the song that was playing. I sat there, baffled by what just happened. I hadn’t known these two for very long and even I could tell they wanted each other. But I found it funny that my little inexperienced girl called them out on their shit. Getting up from the table, leaving them to discuss these new revelations, I walked over to where Kat was standing. She had her back to me and was bent over messing with the dials on the box. Her round, pert ass bounced around to the beat of the music. Glancing behind me, I noted that Beaver and Mel were engrossed in conversation and weren’t paying attention to us.

Unable to stop myself, I moved in right behind Kat, grasping her hips. She shot up, looking over her shoulder at me. “Hiii,” she drew out, clearly inebriated.

I grinned. “Hi.” She relaxed into my front and allowed me to move us from side to side.

She sighed, closing her eyes and letting me move with her. God, she smelled incredible. I would never smell coconut again and not think of her. Bringing my nose down to her hair gracing the side of her face, I inhaled deeply. Kat leaned further into me, solidly meshing her body to mine. I had no way of hiding what she was doing to me physically. I didn’t care. I was in the moment with her and I wanted her to know how she was affecting me. She turned in my arms so that we were face to face, and ground her hips into mine. I groaned.

“Tell me, Timber, what are you doing in my little po-dunk town?” Her voice came out raspy.

I licked my lips, noting she watched my tongue with rapt attention. “I needed the work. Heard there was a job opening, so I came to see what it was. The better question, though, Kat,” I leaned down, my mouth grazing her ear, “is what are you doing in this little po-dunk town?”

She gave me a wry smile. “Oh, a little of this, a little of that.”

As I spoke, my breath lifted her hair. “And why do I think there is more to that story?”

She giggled, then hiccupped. “Because there is. I couldn’t stay in Bay City. There were too many demons there. Too many monsters lurking in the corners.”

“What does that mean, Kat?” I focused on her eyes, watching her close them. She seemed to be going somewhere in her head that she didn’t want to go. I wanted to feel bad for prying, but I couldn’t. I wanted to protect her, but I also knew I couldn’t help her if I didn’t know why she was running.

“It means your little friend did something unforgiveable. He’s ruined me. I’m scarred, Timber. I’m scarred.” A small tear slipped from the corner of her eye that was still closed. She leaned forward and rested her head on my shoulder.

I swallowed hard. Wracking my brain, I tried to think of what friend she was referring to. Was it a guy, was it a girl? Who?

“What’d he do, baby?” the term of endearment falling easily from my lips.

She pulled back slightly, her eyes glassy from the alcohol. “He knocked me down with the football, remember?”

We were talking about Adam? Within seconds her eyes rolled back into her head and she passed out, her small body going limp in my arms. Bending down, I put my arm under her knees and lifted her, cradling her to my chest. She was feather light. Walking over to Beaver and Mel, I noted they seemed to be in a heated discussion when they stopped talking and looked at me.

“She’s out cold. I’m going to take her upstairs and put her to bed.”

“You don’t have to. I can take care of her.” Beaver began to stand and reach for her, but I stepped back. I knew he meant well, but I didn’t want anybody else to touch her. Especially not right now, not after what she told me. Maybe I could get her to stir and she would tell me more.

He looked at me skeptically. “I’m just going to put her in bed and sleep on the couch in case she wakes up and needs someone. I promise she’s safe with me.”