Scars (Going All the Way 3)

He had a life outside of this cabin, friends, family… a grown daughter. He was the president of an MC. All of these things he’d told her as he held her after an especially intense bout of fucking. She’d been so sated, so pleasured, her body deliciously sore, her skin feeling sensitive from the kisses and licks he’d given her. He’d held her and told her everything, about how he’d gotten the scar, how his daughter’s mother had been murdered.

Hannah had been so shocked by his words that she hadn’t been able to say anything. So she hadn’t. She just held him, stroked her fingers along his six-pack, kissed the side of his neck.

And even though only a few weeks had passed since she’d gotten into the accident and woken up with him tending to her, it felt like a lifetime ago. It felt like Hannah was exactly where she was meant to be—in Scars’ arms.

She stared at the fire and watched as the flames crackled along the logs. A part of her wished she’d killed Landon, that it had been plastered all over the news. She’d much rather be a suspect, a murderer, than worry about him coming for her.

Hannah looked at the clock on the wall. She felt excitement and anticipation that Scars would be back soon. And when he did step through that door, she’d throw herself into his arms and make him take her to the bedroom. She needed his touch, that connection she felt with him.

The sound of a vehicle approaching had her smile rising. He had to have been fast in town to be back already, but she hoped he’d been frantic to get back to her because he’d been thinking about the dirty things she whispered against his mouth right before he left.

She stood, staring at the front door when she heard a car door opening and closing. Then she heard heavy footfalls on the porch steps, the sound coming closer. She was by the front door before he could open it, doing that herself, the wind whipping along her hair once it was opened.

“I was just thinking about you—” Her words died in her throat as she stared at the man she hoped to never see again.

Landon.17“Man, Hannah, you’re a sight for sore fucking eyes.” The shadows concealed part of his face, but she saw the flash of his white teeth as he grinned.

He took a step closer, and she knew she had to run, to get as far from him as she could, but fear kept her rooted to the spot. Her hand was curled so tightly around the doorknob she felt the ache of that strain race up her arm.

“You don’t know how much I’ve missed you.” Landon’s voice was like a slap to her face. Her heart stopped, sweat bloomed across her entire body as the flight-or-fight instinct rose up, that flight mechanism screaming for her to run, to grab a weapon, to finish what she started all those weeks ago.

She swung the door, intent on closing it and locking it, but he was right there, his big palm on the wood, stopping her from shutting him out.

“H-How did you find me?” she gasped and finally moved back.

He stepped inside and closed the door slowly. “Really? You didn’t realize by now that if you ran, I’d make sure I could get you back?”

She tore at her brain for the hows, the whos, and the whats, and as she stared into his eyes that were alight with so much… need for her, she realized the reality.

“The car,” she breathed.

His smile grew. “The car, Hannah. It’s easy enough to put a tracking device on it. Hell, I got it online, less than fifty bucks, and it comes with an app so I can see where the fuck you go when you leave the house.”

Her heart was thundering, every single synapsis in her body pinging around until the world tipped and she had to force herself to stay upright. Sweat coated her body, dampened her temples. He took a step closer, and she took one back. There was a back door, one he may or may not know about. She didn't know how much investigation Landon did before coming here. He clearly knew Scars wouldn’t be here right now, so he’d been scoping out the place or had someone else do it.

Either way, it didn’t matter. He was here now, Scars wasn’t, and she didn’t know if she’d get a second chance to make it out alive.

How stupid could she be that she hadn’t even thought about Landon being so damn twisted he’d put something on the car to track her? She was panting, unable to draw enough air into her lungs.

“It took me some time to be well enough to find you.” He advanced another step. “After pulling my ass off the floor, going to the hospital, and letting them patch me up, I sat there and planned on how I was going to get you to come back.” His eyes darkened, and his expression became severe. “You actually thought I’d just let you walk away, after all these years, all the shit we’ve been through?”