Scarred Beautiful by Beth Michele Read Free Book Online Page B

finally didn’t want to live anymore. I desperately wanted to save her but there was nothing I could do. She didn’t make it, Fran…but I’m so glad you did.” She smiles and clasps my hand, my heart expanding at her words, and I’m suddenly very grateful she’s here.
    I draw her into a hug, wanting to comfort her as much as she’s now comforting me. “Thank you, Peyton, so much,” I tell her, and she’ll never know what her words mean to me. A few seconds go by and I finally release her and back away as a yawn escapes.
    “Do you want me to stay with you tonight?” she asks, flicking a tear from the corner of her eye.
    “I’m good, really. Thanks, though. I’m just gonna get a good night’s sleep.”
    “If you’re sure,” she says, checking me over one more time before heading to the door.
    “Positive.” I yawn again as I hold it open for her, exhaustion getting the better of me.
    “Oh,” she says quickly as the door closes, “we have plans tomorrow morning, be ready by eleven.”
    I yank the door open and poke my head out just in time to see her wink before disappearing down the hall.
    Plans, what plans ?

 
     
     
    I step in the shower and turn the water to hot, letting the warmth cascade over my muscles, sore from an early morning workout. I’m more achy than usual, probably because I worked out harder than I normally do, visions of Fran’s flushed cheeks and hot little body pressed against the elevator wall spurring me on. Vivid images of those cherry red lips and what they might taste like, what they might feel like if they were sliding down my cock pushing me to exhaustion. I bet her skin is smooth and the thought of slipping my hand, or better yet, my tongue between her creamy thighs makes me so damn hard I can barely think straight.
    There’s something about that feisty attitude of hers, too, coupled with the fact that she’s fucking gorgeous, that makes her irresistible. Work has consumed my life for so long and I’ll admit she sparks something in me. The flip side to that is I really don’t need the aggravation and Fran is very aggravating, exactly the reason why I’m seeing her today…so she can aggravate me a little more. I smile as I grab a towel and wrap it around my waist.
    There’s a knock at the door and just by looking at the time I know it’s Caleb. When he says he’ll be here at 10:00 a.m., he’ll be here at 10:00 a.m. He’s got this thing about being prompt. With six kids, his mom had to keep everyone in line so she didn’t go insane.
    “Morning!” he greets me as I open the door, giving me the eye when he sees I’m not ready. “We’re picking them up at eleven, you were supposed to be ready by now.”
    I flip him the bird, then head to the closet to grab a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. “Yeah, eleven. It’s ten, Mr. Rogers.” I shake my head in frustration. “I don’t know why I let you talk me into this, I’m really not in the mood to socialize and I need to be preparing for the conference tomorrow.” What a crock of shit, who am I trying to convince ?
    Caleb takes a seat on the sofa beside the wall of windows overlooking the city. “This is exactly what you need, man. You’re wound so tight, you’re gonna snap any minute.”
    “Is that so?” I sneer, but realize he has the twenty-five year old privilege of knowing what’s best for me. I slide my t-shirt over my head. “So what happened with Peyton last night after I left?”
    His lips curve into a mischievous smile. “Dude, I wanted to get with her so bad, but she made me wait, said she wanted to save something for later. The woman has the lips of a goddess though. When she left I was in a severe amount of pain.”
    I grab my key fob and wallet from the drawer. “You’re just going to continue being a gigolo, huh?”
    He throws a pillow behind his head and stretches his legs out, grinning widely. “Listen, I did the monogamous thing for three years with Allison and look what that got