Taboo (Merle Dixon x OFC)

Chapter 26

The next time I opened my eyes, it was light outside. I had no idea what time it was, but I could tell it was still fairly early in the day. The sun was up, but it wasn't super bright in the room just yet. Why I was awake was beyond my comprehension. I had been exhausted last night, and Merle and I had still fucked like rabbits before going to sleep. I thought I would sleep much later than I had, but here I was, feeling all awake and shit.

Merle was still in bed beside me. He was lying on his side and his back was facing me. His breathing was deep and even, an indication that he was still asleep. The blanket was pushed down below his waist, revealing his complete nakedness. I couldn't see his face, but he seemed to be at peace.

I frowned as my eyes passed over the scars on Merle's back. Now that I knew how he had received them, well, let's just say that knowledge was eating a hole in my soul. It was going to take me awhile to get used to the fact that Merle was branded because he was tortured by his old man. I couldn't even begin to imagine what that was like for him to have to live through. My Daddy had never shown me anything but love and affection. He would have never hurt me like that. He would have rather died.

I knew Merle wasn't just physically scarred. I knew he was mentally traumatized as well. I had studied about child abuse in high school and written a paper on it for a Psychology class. It was plain as day to me now that Merle was terribly abused. I wasn't sure how I didn't put it together before. Maybe I didn't want to. Maybe I didn't want to think about someone hurting him like that, so I just didn't think about it at all. Kind of like my Daddy and what happened to him. I hated remembering it, so I just didn't.

Sighing sadly and snuggling up to Merle from behind, I traced a few of his scars with my fingertip. He took a ragged breath, twitching a few times in his sleep. He didn't like for them to be touched, even in his sleep. I knew he wouldn't like my pity, either. I made a mental note not to show him that.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, ghosting my lips over his skin. "I didn't mean ta disturb ya."

Merle had a beautifully shaped back, even though it was scarred to hell. His shoulders were nice too, firm and rigid with muscle. I had always loved those physical qualities of his, and I thought about them often when I was feeling aroused. His shoulders turned me on way before I even knew what being aroused meant. I would hang on Merle when I was a child just so I could touch them. I used to ask him for piggyback rides all the time just so I had an excuse to be near him. That excuse had worked well, too. Merle always gave in, giving me a ride to wherever I wanted to go in the house. If I wasn't in the man's lap, I was hanging off his back, and we were both happy about it.

I could feel Merle's naked ass pressing against me, so I rubbed one of his ass cheeks a little bit with my palm, causing a groggy groan to escape from him. I noticed that he had started to tremble, so I wrapped my arm around his waist and hooked my leg over his hips in an attempt to give him a comforting embrace. I hoped I didn't somehow give him a nightmare by touching his scars. Maybe I would give his mind something else to focus on, something way better.

Goosebumps rose on Merle's flesh when I brushed my cheek against the back of his neck. I ran the tip of my tongue over his skin, making him spasm noticeably with pleasure in his sleep. The hand I had resting on his belly began to feel his abs, then his chest. I took a tender bite out of his neck, pushing my fingers through his chest hair.

Merle stirred just a tiny bit, his hand clumsily finding my thigh. He squeezed it gently, his back arching when I licked down his spine. My tongue traced a few of his scars, almost like I was cleaning his wounds. He didn't like for them to be touched, but I was sure my tongue was a different story, and it was. I could tell I was turning him on by the almost inaudible noises he was making.