Book 3: Saving Scars {BoyxBoy}

Chapter 15

Collin remembered in the past, after being used by his father, he would feel sick. His hips would hurt like they'd been broken, scratches over his body from nails would be stinging, the smell would send him rolling out of the bed to vomit on the floor. Right then, though, he felt none of that.

Besides a very small throb, it didn't hurt down there as much as he remembered it did. In fact, he almost felt satisfied from the tingling sensation. He couldn't feel any of the usual scratches down his thighs or back, and despite the heavy scent of sex, he didn't feel like throwing up. It still made him feel a little queasy, but there was another, stronger scent that overwhelmed it completely.

It was musky, like pine, with an almost spicy aroma. Collin screwed his closed eyes and shifted, feeling the thick covers pulled up over his shoulders. He was on his side and he could feel an arm wrapped beneath him, around his waist, with the large hand settled on his thigh. His own arm was thrown over someone, his fingers curled around a thick bicep, his head pillowed against a taunt chest.

Finally he let his eyes flutter open, and he rolled his head so he could look up, his gaze landing on Emmet's sleeping face. Immediately his face flushed and his heart began to throb, squeezing so tightly he nearly started to cry. Not from sadness or regret. From happiness. He smiled, nuzzling his cheek against Emmet's chest and tightening his grip. When Emmet said he would be gentle he had really meant it.

Everything he had done the previous night had driven Collin crazy. He went so slow, his hands touching Collin so softly, everywhere his hands were burned from the pleasure. He kept kissing Collin with that same soft kiss that said Emmet was in absolutely no hurry to finish. He took time preparing Collin completely, even when he was screaming at Emmet to hurry the fuck up. He didn't, he went slower, easing Collin through the initial pain caused by his penetration, stroking his thighs and scattering kisses all over his face.

Emmet gave Collin a night he'd never forget and it made his heart swell in adoration to know that Emmet really did care about him that much. He had asked him to show him that sex wasn't pain and he did just that. It had felt so good, so perfect and satisfying, feeling Emmet so deep inside, seeing the blinding pleasure on his usually stoic face, the thin layer of sweat making his bangs cling to his forehead. Everything about this man was perfect, so damn sexy and erotic, just thinking about it made Collin want to wake him up for another round.

Even so, lying there and trying to imagine it with someone else made Collin feel sick, and he buried his face in Emmet's skin, breathing in his scent and letting it relax him. He knew he'd never be able to let someone else touch him like that willingly. Only Emmet. He knew now he could trust him with everything, including his body. He felt safe with him, completely at peace, and imagining himself with someone else almost made him laugh.

There was no way he'd ever want it from someone other than Emmet. Everything, body, heart, and soul, belonged to Emmet now. Not that he'd ever admit it out loud. Collin had a reputation to keep up. Although, Emmet already knew how pathetic he could be, so maybe... maybe saying sappy stuff, blushing like a fool, crying, feeling weak and scared, and admitting it... maybe it was okay with Emmet. Maybe.

He sighed heavily and just in that quiet sound you could hear just how satisfied Collin felt, but as he curled against Emmet's side, he froze, his eyes landing on something he honestly should've been expecting. With all of the excitement the previous night, Collin hadn't even noticed, but now that his mind had cleared away the lusty fog, he could easily see the scars from Emmet's past.

Under his right breast, located between two of his ribs, was a scar that could only be from a bullet. Collin had to hold his breath as he pulled his arm in, his fingers sliding up Emmet's side to feel over the scar. Barely touching it, he could feel how rough the skin was, and as he pressed down a bit more, he felt Emmet tense up, so he pulled his hand away, biting his lip and looking up at Emmet's face.