Scarred (Damaged Souls) (16 page)

“And you’re a brat.” Lexi stuck her tongue out at him, enjoying the banter between them, never knowing that interacting with a man could be like this.

Grabbing as much as she could in her arms, Lexi started to head into the house. Sloan quietly snuck up behind her and swatted her butt as she walked. She nearly dropped the containers in her arms, jumping a foot from the ground. Sloan grimaced at the shocked look on her face, forgetting that smacks
from a man, even playful ones, weren’t her idea of a good time.

“Sorry. I wasn’t thinking.” Sloan said shamefaced.

“No it’s okay. I just wasn’t expecting it.” Lexi scrunched her eyebrows together in thought. “Actually, it didn’t really bother me. Huh, you must be working some sort of southern voodoo magic on me or something.” Lexi finally smiled brightly and continued into the house, Sloan following close behind, sighing with relief.

“I was raised in South Carolina, not Louisiana. Voodoo isn’t really our thing.” Sloan chuckled.

“Oh sorry. I didn’t mean to offend your genteel southern sensibilities.” Lexi rolled her eyes at him.

“I’ll give you genteel.” Sloan said before catching her around the waist and tossing her like a ragdoll onto the kitchen counter.

Before she could complain, Sloan captured her mouth in a searing kiss designed to silence any objections. It did the job, because she went from lukewarm to scorching within seconds. They tugged and pulled at each other’s clothes until they were only in their shirts. Sloan wasted no time in plunging into her hot wet depths.

There was nothing soft and sweet about their lovemaking. It was hard and desperate.
As much as Sloan wanted to show Lexi what it was like to be treated with a gentle hand and to be made love to tenderly, he couldn’t seem to stop himself from losing his composure, frantic to get as close and as much of her as he could. Somehow worried that this was too good to be true, that it would never last.

“Shit, Lexi!” Sloan shouted as he buried his face in her neck, gripped her plush ass tightly and pounded into her with all the strength and force he had.

She wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his waist the best she could and bunched the back of his shirt in her hands as she hugged him to her. Sloan lifted her off the counter and continued to thrust into her in midair.

“Oh God…oh God
…Sloan!” Lexi screamed as she came around his thick shaft.

Sloan’s knees buckled as his climax wrenched him in half
. He fell to his knees with Lexi still in his arms on his lap. Her head rested limply on his chest and he laid his cheek on her soft hair. They tried to calm their ragged breathing.

“Jesus, Lexi! I’m so sorry. I can’t
seem to stop myself from being too rough with you.” Sloan said kissing the top of her head through her thick cloud of dark hair.

“It’s okay Sloan. I…I like it.” Lexi said hesitantly, making Sloan look down at her in surprise. “I was just as desperate as you were. It’s good to know that rough sex doesn’t
necessarily equal pain, but intense passion. And if I failed to mention it before, each time has been extraordinary. Thank you.” Lexi said shyly before kissing him softly on the lips.

“You’re welcome.”
Sloan looked deep into her eyes, making sure that she really was okay and finding nothing but contentment there.

“Okay, now enough with the distractions. It’s time to paint.” Lexi gave him a quick smack on the lips and the stood on wobbly legs.

“How is it that you have so much energy after sex, when I’m ready to take a nap?” Sloan asked in wonder as she pulled on her pants.

“I don’t know. It fills me with
adrenaline and creativity. And personally I think that maybe all the blood flows to the female brain after sex and it drains from the male brain. Leaving you all a bunch of tired bumbling idiots.” Lexi giggled and then squealed in delight and took off as Sloan jumped up with the grace of a caged lion to give chase.

Holding onto her heavy breasts as she ran so they wouldn’t smack her in the face, Lexi ran ou
tside and around the gazebo. And even though she had a few second lead on him because he had to stop to pull up his jeans, her short legs were no match for Sloan’s longer ones. He caught her around the waist and lifted her off of her feet. Walking her over to the easel, he placed her on her feet in front of the covered painting.

“Alright, paint me woman! I want to be immortalized like King Henry the eighth.” Sloan said with a puffed out chest.

“Oh great, so does that mean you’re going to lop off my head at some point?” Lexi raised a brow at him in question.

“Nah, I’d like to keep you around for a while.” Sloan teased as he took his position on the steps of the gazebo.

“Uh huh. Okay, your majesty, put your game face on, this is the final stretch.” Lexi said pulling the sheet off the canvas, ready to finish his portrait.

Chapt
er 12

“Untitled (How Does It Feel)
”

Lexi finished the last stroke of her paintbrush on the painting of Sloan. Even to her biased eye, the painting was amazing. She attributed it all to Sloan. He was the perfect model, beautiful, compelling and flawed.

“Alright, I’m done. You can relax now.” Lexi said looking away from the intense stare he had been giving her the entire time she painted him.

“Can I see?” Sloan asked quietly but hopefully.

“Yes. It’s…It’s as much for you as it is for me.” Lexi stuttered, her stomach fluttered with nervous jitters, hoping that he’d like it.

Sloan unfolded his lean muscular body from the steps of the gazebo and slowly walked towards her. Once he reached her, Lexi stepped back from the easel to give him a full view of her portrait. Sloan looked at her nervous as well, they simultaneously took a deep breath and Sloan turned to look at the painting of himself.

He drew in a sharp breath at the artwork in front of him. Sloan stood stunned at the version of himself that he had never seen before. Whenever he saw his reflection he found himself lacking, hideous, half of who he used to be. The portrait that Lexi had painted showed a rugged, confident and handsome man. His s
cars an extension of him, sexy and dangerous. As well as happy, seductive and in love. He turned and looked at Lexi in astonishment.

“This is what you see…
when…when you look at me?” Sloan asked in wonder, his eyes glassy and filled with emotion.

“Yes.” Lexi’s voice was thick
with worry.

A single tear slipped down Sloan’s face, overwhelmed. Lexi rushed to him, afraid that he hated it. Raising a hand up to his face, she stroked away the tear with her thumb.

“You hate it.” Lexi said sadly looking up at him.

“God, no! You were right, seeing myself through your eyes…I have no words. You women think you’re the only ones that worry about your physical appearance. It’s hard to adjust when people look at you like a freak show. And I don’t see myself like this painting when I look at myself in the mirror. I try to av
oid my reflection whenever possible.” Sloan looked away in shame.

“Well I’m pretty sure that others see what I see, so they’re not looking at you like a freak. They’re looking at you because you’re beautiful and they’re curious. I knew you had
a beautiful soul even before you cleaned up. It’s evident in the way you carry yourself, the way you take care of me even when you have nothing. You’re a good man, before the looks. I…I…care about you Sloan.” Lexi faltered on her words, trying to find the right word to describe how she felt about him, though she knew ‘care’ wasn’t a strong enough word, but too afraid to admit more.

Sloan was disappointed that she didn’t she say more, wanting to hear those three words.
What am I a girl?! Suck it up Stryker. You’re a fucking Marine for god sakes.
Sloan shrugged off his despondent mood and cupped Lexi’s face.

“Take a shower with me?” Sloan asked.

“Okay.” Lexi answered shyly.

Sloan reached for her hand and together they walked into the house and straight to the bathroom. Lexi watched as Sloan reached into the shower and turned the spray on to warm. While the water warmed up, Sloan
tossed the shirt that was still resting on his shoulder for the painting to the floor. He then reached for the waistband of his jeans and undid the button and pulled down the zipper.

Lexi watched enthralled at the amazing body he revealed. His nearly hairless scu
lpted chest, chiseled abs with the dark sexy happy trail leading down to the most beautiful penis she’d ever seen and strong beautiful legs dusted with dark hair.

Sloan looked at her expectantly. Lexi catching the hint that he wanted her to strip for him, she reached down to the hem of her tank and pulled it up over her head. Next she gripped the waist of her flowing pants and let them drop to the floor. Still self-conscious of her scars
, she stood awkwardly in front of Sloan as his eyes roamed her body.

Trying not to focus on her discom
fiture, Lexi continued to strip. Pulling down her heart print undies and reaching around to unclasp her bra, both items meeting the others on the floor. Sloan took in her every luscious curve and every flaw that made her more real more approachable. And he knew that he loved every amazing inch of her small four foot eleven inch frame.

Getting more and more anxious under his piercing blue-gray gaze, Lexi reached out a trembling hand and stroked her fingertips over the satiny skin of his distended erection. Sloan hissed at the unexpected touch. And as what was becoming a habit where she was concerned, Sloan’s control snapped and he
captured her lips in a blistering kiss.

He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her off of her feet and placed her under the spray of the showerhead and stepped in behind her.
Impatient to be inside of her, Sloan bent her over, smoothing his hands down her back following the path of the water cascading down her skin. Grasping his thick shaft, he positioned the large tip at the entrance to her aching sex and slammed into her in one powerful thrust.

Lexi screamed, her voice bouncing off the shower walls. Sloan’s driving pumps were relentless.
Lexi reached for the wall to steady herself, desperate to find something to hold onto as his hips thrust into her so forceful that he lifted her off her feet.

Sloan
sat back on the edge of the tub with Lexi on his lap, so they wouldn’t slip and fall from his vigor. He continued to thrust into her tight clenching warmth. Holding firmly to her hips he guided her smoothly up his length and down again. He felt the beginning flutters of her core around him. Lifting her one last time, practically to the head of his manhood, he slammed her back down and she squeezed and released around him with quivering convulsions as she cried out his name. He exploded inside her with a shout. Her muscles rippled around him extending his climax till he was spent.

“Jesus, you wreck me!” Sloan exclaimed.

“Well you better be glad I like you.” Lexi said breathlessly. “I normally don’t like to get my hair wet until I’m ready to wash and style it. Usually I’d put on a shower cap, but I doubt that would inspire passionate lovemaking.” She said scowling back at him, the weight of the water on her hair had made the fluffy curls of her afro hang down her back in tiny ringlets.

“I’ll take you any way I can get you.” Sloan said kissing her back softly.

He gently raised Lexi off his lap, his softened shaft slipping from her tender body. Lexi had never felt this good, this happy from being sore after sex. She usually cried under the spray of water rocking in the corner of a shower floor, with a stream of blood circling down the drain from fresh cuts on her thighs or even from her torn insides. But now every ache and pang of tenderness in her nether regions made her think of every powerful thrust that brought her to orgasm and her stomach would flutter with butterflies.

Sloan knew she had to be sore and he felt a little guilty for not giving her much time to recuperate in between each bout of lovemaking. But he wasn’t all together sure that he’d be able to stop himself when he was ready to go at it again. She turned him into a beast and he couldn’t understand it. She had said that she brought out the worst in men, well he didn’t think it was the worst, but he did want to possess her in every way.

Trying to shake off the inescapable need he constantly had for her, Sloan grabbed her loofa and bodywash. Pouring the liquid soap on the bright blue puff Sloan smoothed it over Lexi’s neck and down her arms. His free hand travelled down the path of suds the loofa started, her skin felt slick and silky under the soapy bubbles. His fingers circling her nipple made her gasp softly and his eyes that had been following the path of his hands, looked up at her heavy lidded light green eyes.

“Is it really necessary for you to feel me up in the process of washing me?” Lexi raised a brow at him, again breathless with arousal.

“I’m just trying to make sure I don’t miss a spot.” Sloan tried not to smile.

“Uh huh
. Don’t you think we’ve had enough sex? I’m not sure how much more my body can take.” Lexi grudgingly put a stop to his ministrations, still wanting more.
When will this madness end?

“I know, I’m sorry. I just can’t help it. If your body is available to me, I can’t seem to stop touching you, which then gets me worked up again. Hell, I don’t even need to touch you. I feel like I’m a teenager or in my twenties, walking around with a boner b
ecause a pretty girl passed by.” Sloan said with a shake of his head, continuing to wash her body but trying not to touch her any more than he had to.

“Well I guess I should take that as a compliment.”
Lexi gasped and then hissed the last word from a combination of pleasure and pain, as the loofa made a pass over her tender labia.

“Sorry.” Sloan grimaced at the look of pain on her face.

“It’s okay.” Lexi responded.

Sloan quickly finished washing her and then they traded. Lexi rinsed and poured more soap onto the loofa. Now it was her turn to wash him without trying to get him worked up. She trembled with the need to explore his amazing body with her fingertips, but knew that she couldn’t handle any more if he got worked up again.

When she was finished with his upper body and went to move to his lower half, she saw that even though she had avoided any extra intimate touches, his rock solid manhood still jutted out at her.

“Just ignore it. I’ll be fine.” Sloan said clenching his jaw painfully and refusing to look at her, afraid that he might lose it.

“So…t
his is probably a strange compliment, but I want to say it anyway. You have the most beautiful penis I have ever seen.” Lexi repeated her thoughts from earlier.

Sloan looked down at his rock solid erection.

“Beautiful?” Sloan asked, perplexed by the word choice.

“Yes, beautiful. Besides the fact that it’s ridiculously
massive, it’s all one color, the same size from top to bottom and has a wonderful representation of veins running through it. In fact if this construction career doesn’t pan out for you and you decide not be a master chef, there’s always some money to be made in porn or penis molding for sex toys.” Lexi said doing everything in her power to keep a straight face, but failing miserably.

“Ah so you’ve got jokes
. You won’t be laughing in a minute if you keep it up.” Sloan promised.

“Okay, so m
aybe I was joking about the porn part, but your penis really is pretty.” Lexi grinned.

“Alright alright…
give me that girlie puff so I can finish up, before you give me a complex.” Sloan said taking the loofa and running it over his stiff mast.

Lexi watched as he washed the lower half of his body. She had never seen a man wash before and she thought it was sexy as hell. His erection never once faltered and she started to feel bad.

“Alexis…” Sloan said in a warning tone. “Stop staring at me like that. I’m trying everything in my power not to lose control and you’re not making it easy.” Sloan said, Lexi able to see the muscles in his jaw tick.

Without a word Lexi slid to her knees in front of him. Lexi had always hated blowjobs, the act more often than not forced on her. And the men never caring how rough they were with her, choking or gagging her. But since every interaction with Sloan, sexual or otherwise had been so amazing, she actually wanted to pleasure him in this way.

“Lexi, you don’t have to do that.” Sloan said looking down at her with a mixture of hope and guilt.

“I want to.” Lexi said looking up at him and he nearly came just from the look she gave him.

Lexi firmly circled her fingers around his thick shaft, her fingers failing at reaching all the way around him. Positioning him for her mouth, she licked around the tip, lapping up the pre-cum that seeped from its massive head. Sloan’s hips reflexively pumped towards her as he barked out a gasp.

Lexi felt completely in tune to his every movement and reaction. Her core clenched at his cries of ecstasy as she took him deep into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down his length. She reached around and clasped his ass in a tight grip trying to find purchase and she guided him as deep as she could take him.
Her clit throbbed with pleasure at every gentle pump of his hips into her mouth.

Sloan thought that he would go insane at the indescribable feeling of her mouth around him.
He instinctively thrust forward and Lexi moaned around his cock. The vibrations of her moan against his flesh brought him to the brink. He then made the mistake of looking down at her. The vision of her plump lips wrapped around him and her green aroused gaze focused on his face, finally sent him over the edge.

He shouted out her name and his hips pumped into her mouth out of control
as he spilled his seed in her awaiting mouth. Sloan’s reaction to the pleasure she was giving him, his strong climax and the buildup of tension in her clit brought out a shocking and unexpected orgasm that rip through her. She cried out around his pulsing shaft.