Robert Bailey was known as his father's son. Everyone was constantly comparing him to his dad and I guess he didn't help the fact by making a scene at Dan's wedding. So to save everyone from heartbreak he fled to the army
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Robert's POV I get woken up in the middle of the night by Scar tossing and turning. I rub my eyes and glance over at her. She was biting her bottom lip hard and had her thinking face on.
"You okay?" I ask groggily.
"I have this case that's got me second-guessing myself," Scar answers.
I turn onto my side and look up at her. "Wanna talk to me about it?"
She sighs. "He got sent to sentenced for twenty years in jail for murdering his sister," she explains. "He's been in there fifteen and just been released as he was innocent this whole time."
"That must've sucked," I mutter.
She huffs. "What I don't get is how this footage has all of a sudden come to light after fifteen years," Scar murmurs. "I found no video in the database Robert."
"Maybe he lied?"
She shakes her head. "I know when someone is lying and he wasn't."
"So what do you think happened?" I ask.
"I think someone was bribed and the city is trying to hide it," Scar answers.
"Have you looked into it?" I ask.
"I've got Seb doing some digging for me," Scar murmurs. "But I still can't stop thinking about it."
I got on top of her and dragged her legs towards the end of the bed so she was lying down. I kiss her with passion and I feel her hands immediately go down my boxers and grip my ass. "Naughty," I tease.
"Distract me," she pants, looking up at me with that gleam in her eye.
I kiss her again and as my tongue enters her mouth, I edge my hand up her thigh and find she isn't wearing underwear. "Fuck your soaked," I groan. I rub her clit with the pad of my thumb and she moans softly against my lips. Her hands try to come around and grab my cock, but I pull away entirely and grab both her hands. I put them above her head and glare at her. "These don't move," I tell her.
She whimpers and nods at the same time. I kiss down her body, biting her nipples as I make my way down to her pussy.
Scar gasps as I kiss her inner thigh, teasing the wetness between her legs. I take my fingers and push two into her. Her hands grip the pillow above her tightly and I hold her hips down with my other arm as I finger her hard and fast.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," she whispers over and over, as I feel her body tremble underneath me. I quickly pull my fingers out and push my cock into her, just in time to feel her squeeze around me.
"Fuck," I shout in pleasure.
"So good," Scar sobs. "Robert please let me touch you!"
I wrap her legs around my waist and start to slowly thrust in and out of her. "In my hair," I murmur to her. Her hands were almost instantly in my hair and she was pulling me down so she could kiss, suck and bite at my neck.
She hates when I'm possessive but I know she marks me to make sure other women know I'm taken.
I quicken up my pace and grab her hips, loving the vocal approval from her. When I see her get close, I stroke her clit with one hand and grab her throat with the other. She gasps as I close off her airway, but then I feel her come on my cock.
I let go and smash my lips on hers and she moans, tightening her grip on my hair. With three more thrusts, I groan loudly and pull out, coming to her stomach. I feel my cock twitch as Scar runs a finger over it and sucks it into her mouth. "Shit," I pant laughing.
I get up off the bed and race to the bathroom to grab a washcloth for her. I get back and lay beside her, gently wiping at her stomach.
She giggles. "Sorry, I marked your neck a bit."
"I don't mind," I murmur.
"Looks like you aren't the only one who needs to get some frustrations out," she chuckles.
"Seems like it," I say.
"Can I ask you a question?" Scar asks.
"Uh, sure."
"Was I your first?" She questions.
"Yeah," I answer. "I told you that."
"Katie just doesn't believe you could've been that good for someone who hasn't had sex before," she murmurs. She rolls onto her side and lays her hand on my chest. "So?"
"This is embarrassing," I mutter. "But do you remember when Dan caught us on his couch?"
She blushes. "Yes."
"Well he sat me down and gave me a sex talk," I grumble. "And then made me talk to mum about it."
"Yikes," she laughs.
"But Dan gave me some tips on how I should make sure a girl orgasms first before penetration and stuff," I say. "The roughness was just thoughts I wanted to play out."
"The best part," she giggles.
I turn on my side as well and kiss her forehead. "I love you Scar."
