Taming Rafe Animals MC book 7

Chapter Thirteen.

"I was a soldier, in Iraq...My men and I were checking out a village. Just to make sure everything was okay, it was a trap. One of them stepped on a landmine, I was a few inches beside him. It should have killed me, knocked me out cold. When I came too my men were dying, were being shot and bombs were going off, I couldn't fight. I had to have several surgeries and I was in the hospital and then rehab for months but this mess I'm afraid is the best my face is ever going to look. Sometimes, I have nightmares."

He finished and they sat in silence for a while, she stared at him as if she knew he wasn't telling the whole truth but convinced himself she couldn't possibly.

"Who is Chloe? you call out to her."

"She was my medic, she didn't make it out."

"I'm so sorry." She leaned over placing her small hand on his knee.

"Now...tell me, what really happened the night I took you?"

"What do you mean?"

"The bruises, the way you flinch away even though I've never touched you, the fact that you weren't at all upset your boss was dead...what was he doing to you? Why were you there late?"

"It started about three months ago...he started saying things to me about the way I dressed and...wore my hair. He said that...that I had been tempting and flirting with him for months. Three months ago he asked me to stay late...I knew he... he was going to try something but I was afraid of losing my job so...I stayed and he. He didn't force me not really, he didn't pin me down and I never screamed or tried to fight him or said no. I just lay there and let him do what he wanted when he finished he told me that he wouldn't tell anyone how easy I was if I didn't so...I didn't...and I kept staying late. He let bruises sometimes but he never ever forced me...he just...told me where he wanted me, he'd push up my skirt, push down my panties, and when it was over I would dress and the next day pretend it never happened."

"He's a bastard, he got what he deserved. Only a coward does that to a woman."

She shrugged like it wasn't a big deal but to him it was. Although he didn't blame the man for being tempted, she was a beautiful woman and any man would be tempted.

He got the impression that there was more to her story than what she had told him but if he could hold back some of his information he supposed she could as well.

"I didn't know you were a soldier," She said softly.

"It's not something that I walk around announcing, most people don't. In fact other than you...I haven't ever mentioned it before."

"Why tell me?" She asked.

"Because you were the first person who asked."

He seemed so genuine at that moment and kind, human even that before she knew what she was doing she leaned forward and kissed him.

Her lips found his, one hand cupping the scarred side of his face. Her fingers tracing the course flesh, he hesitated a minute before carefully kissing her back.

His hands funneled through her thick black hair, holding her close but being careful not to push her or turn rough. He cradled her head gently, his lips moving softly and tenderly against hers.

From her position near his legs on the couch, she moved forward, closer to him and his heart thrilled that she wanted to be closer not further. She wasn't pushing him away or crying like the girls he had tried to be within the past.

Sitting up further he pulled her against his chest, his arms going fully around her and trapping her arms against his chest. He didn't try to take things further, he didn't want to be like the man from her work, so he held her close and kissed her until she made a move to stop or go further.

When she finally pulled away he didn't release her. Her lips were swollen and red from his kisses and she pulled her lower lip between her teeth.

"Can...can I take this off?" She asked, tugging gently on his gray t-shirt.

He swallowed, his chest, back and most of his arms matched his face and he wasn't used to letting anyone see the scarred mess of flesh. Carefully he took a deep breath and nodded.

She gripped the shirt in her hands stripping it up and over his head, he waited a minute or two. For the screaming, the shoving, the begging him not to touch her but she didn't. She stared for a minute at the scars, tracing one with her finger. Then she leaned forward and pressed a kiss over the one nearest to his heart.

Following it down across his chest to below his rib cage, then moving to the one that wrapped around his shoulder. She was about to start on the scar under his collarbone when he lifted her chin and kissed her lips.

Sliding closer he lifted her so she could sit on his lap, her legs around his waist.

His hands slid up her back to the skin between her shoulder blades, his fingertips slowly stroking up and down her spine. Finally gripping the edge of her tank top and pulling it slowly over her head, tossing it aside and pressing his lips to her neck.

He took his time to admire every inch of her soft flesh, memorizing every small gasp and light moan, kissing every inch of her he could. He spent hours committing it all to memory, his fingertips gently tracing her body, his lips carefully following them. Making love to her until the fire died down and the sun began to rise outside.