Cheaters Anonymous by Lacey Silks Read Free Book Online Page B

away the needs and temptations because I loved my job.
    I could make up an illness for him. Like, he’s suffering from a disease called ‘gorgeous.’ Then I could pretend I had to see him to inspect his body and make sure that his level of gorgeousness hadn’t diminished.
    I shook my head. This was already making me stupid on the inside. What was it that my counselor had said to me? “You need to deal with reality, Julia.”
    Right, deal with what’s real and what I can control. Tell him how I feel.
    “Scar, if we stay in touch, I don’t want another note.” Honestly, I already knew I couldn’t let him go, and I wouldn’t allow him to push me away either – even if it hurt me and I’d end up crawling out of this on my hands and knees, or sitting in the corner of a room, sobbing. Even if each time I saw him, I’d drown in my own juices and would have to wait hours until I found relief. I had a debt to pay. After all, he’d saved my life. “To be honest with you, I haven’t been friends with another guy since you. I’m not sure if I remember how to do this ‘friend’ thing.”
    “Sooo, you want me to be like, your fuck buddy, also?”
    I rolled my eyes. Typical Scar.
    “I don’t fuck... anymore.”
    “Shit, Jules.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “That only makes me want to fuck you that much more.”
    Was he kidding? Why did it seem like he wasn’t?
    “Shut up. You can’t say things like this to me, Scar.” I pushed into him with my side. While it was an instinctive little shove, something told me my body was betraying me again. “If you keep this up, you’re going to lose the extra privileges at the ER department.”
    “I definitely don’t want to do that. The nurses at the hospital were hot.” He snapped his fingers in that weird way only guys knew how to do.
    “You were lucky enough to catch a good shift.”
    “So, are we gonna go out on a friendly date or something? You know, to catch up?” he asked.
    “I don’t date, Scar.”
    “No one?”
    I shook my head.
    “That’s good, because I don’t date either.” He grinned. “That’s why I said a friendly date. Wait a minute – were you asking me for a one-night stand kind of date?”
    “Now you’re pushing it.” I reached for my drink the waiter had brought and sipped the tomato concoction. My suction reached the bottom of the glass just as the waiter brought two more bloody Caesars.
    “Would you say yes?” I asked.
    God, kill me now! Patience for me only existed at the hospital, and my level of curiosity spiked whenever Scar was around.
    “I don’t think so. I told you, I’d hurt you.”
    “Then I’m not asking,” I said.
    “Too bad. Maybe I would have changed my mind.”
    “You’re such a man.”
    “Exactly, Jules. I’m a man who will inevitably cheat. No matter how much you like me, or how much you want my cock, I will never sleep with you.” He had that smug look on his face I couldn’t resist.
    I pushed into him again. Warmth sizzled off his arm. If my body didn’t stop jerking toward him, I’d lose the last ounce of control I had. “Scar, I’ve seen so many cocks in my life, I’m pretty sure I’m immune.”
    That of course was a lie. At the memory of how huge and hard and beautiful Scar was when trapped in that pump at the hospital, I clenched my thighs.
    “I doubt that, Jules. No one can be immune to the basic human need to procreate.” He then leaned in closer, his breath tickling my ear. “And if you thought my fingers inside you felt good six years ago, you’d crumble at the feel of me balls-deep in your pussy.”
    My heart hammered, and my panties at this point were a lost cause. No muscle in my body would be spared an ache. The room felt hotter and so did I. Why did being with Scar Wagner feel like I was already dating him and all I wanted was to do a spread eagle right in the middle of this table?
    “You’re just high on yourself. And I thought you just said you’d never sleep with