Just like Scar promised the Security men let us in without hassle.
The good part about it was that we did not have to say a word. Immediately they saw Scar they opened the gate wide for us as if he owned the place or he was one of their own.
The former was impossible which led me to resolve on the latter.
"Let me get something. wait for me." Scar said, Immediately we stepped into the estate. He didn't even let me say a word before he ran off to the gate to talk to the security men further confirming my suspicion.
It all made sense to me now.
Maybe he was once a security man, one of them, until a tragic accident that caused him the Scar on his face forcing him to resign.
Then having no money he moved to my street but he couldn't get over the desire to want to protect and guide hence the reason he was protecting me.
I started pondering on this as I walked down the street to look for a place to sit.
After about two minutes of walking slowly and thinking, I found a small pavement which was in front of a huge duplex painted all blue.
I sat on white pavement still lost in thought. I was starting to feel a lot happier since I now had a theory of who Scar was.
Scar returned after a while holding a white bag.
He had a smile on his face but was curious about the one on mine.
He raised his brows smirking, "You've been smiling to yourself. Are you that happy to be with me babe?"
I rolled my eyes. I couldn't stop smiling even though I wanted to just so I could wipe that grin off his face. "I could say the same for you but unlike you I don't jump into conclusion."
"That is false and you know it." He replied finally sitting down on the pavement beside me.
He dropped the bag he was holding on my thighs. I was about to ask what it was when I felt a certain chill coming from it.
I quickly opened the bag and saw a bowl of ice cream in it. Chocolate. My absolute favorite.
I beamed at him. "How did you know that I would like this?" I asked, unable to hide my excitement.
"It is my general belief that all women like ice cream." He replied with a mischievous smile.
I shuffled the bag for the spoon, "You know that you just made a fallacious statement right?" I asked, finally finding the spoon. I opened the plate of ice cream and immediately dug in.
"I haven't been proven wrong yet." He replied with a cheeky grin. "Oh yea now I get where the fallacy is from. You are a girl not a woman."
I hit him on the rib with my elbow and he laughed out.
"I will ignore you." I mumbled, taking a scoop of the ice cream.
I moaned when the sweet taste absorbed in my tongue.
"This ice cream is one of a kind." I praised, moaning again. I took another scoop hungrily.
"You should not moan like that." Scar suddenly said with a hoarse voice.
I looked up at him cocking my brows in confusion.
"Why is that?" I asked with a smirk when I noticed how hard his intake of breath had become. I totally forgot about the ice cream.
Now I was lost in his gaze.
He moved a hand from the pavement and moved it up my thighs in a sensuous manner warming me up with his touch.
My breath hitched in my throat as he inched closer and closer until I could feel his breath on my neck.
"Because its turning me on." He whispered.
***
Scar leaned further into my arm until I could feel every muscle on his hard chest. I could hear his heart beating just as wild as mine.
His breath on my neck sent shivers down my spine.
I closed my eyes wanting and needing to enjoy every bit of him that was pressed to my skin.
When he leaned closer I could not stop myself from moaning out.
"Oh..god." I moaned out with a shaky voice. "Please stay far away." I added, in an attempt to hide my humiliation. I could not believe that I just moaned out for him.
I felt so ashamed, but it didn't stop me from loving all the things he was making me feel.
My cheeks were on fire, my whole body was up in flames.
"Do you really want me to?" He choked out in a delicious bass voice that had me dripping in my pants.
I couldn't form a reply no matter how hard I tried to. I sat still waiting for him, hoping he would take advantage of me because God! I needed his touch all over me.
I had no idea what came over me but I needed him all over. On me, in me, everywhere. I wanted him to claim me fully, to possess me.
Scars hands moved up my thighs while he slowly and sensuously trailed kisses down my neck.
I was breathing from my mouth at this point unable to satisfy my lungs with the little air coming through my nose thanks to how nervous I was.
The ice cream on my thighs didn't help matters as the chill from it coupled with Scars lips on my neck sent a wave of desire through my veins almost knocking me out.
My nipples hardened causing a slight friction underneath my bra. The sensation was so maddening I moaned out again and this time I could not say another word after.
He was teasing me and it was becoming unbearable each second. I turned around and was about to lean in for a kiss when Scar instantly pulled back.
"But you are just a little Kid so I can't act on it." He smirked, breaking the spell that had had us wrapped in a web of lust.
"Bastard" I huffed. I was breathing so hard like someone who had just run a meter race, but Scar didn't seem to be affected at all.
He laughed so hard.
I rolled my eyes unable to say anything else or do anything else.
I wanted to curse him so bad for teasing me. I felt like fucking him then killing him after.
We fell into a tensed silence as I tried to nurse my bruised ego. I was so easily drawn to him and it was not good.
When I felt calmer I opened the plate of almost defrozen ice cream and I started to scoop from it again totally ignoring him.
"Hey. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." Scar apologized after a few minutes, shocking me.
I stared up at him with a raised brow, shock evident in my demeanor. I never thought he would ever apologize to me.
I wanted to speak but my breath hitched in my throat. The way he was looking at me felt so fucking good I could feel it in my core setting my whole body ablaze.
I lifted my hands involuntary as if I was being controlled by a demon, a demon that lived within me and loved Scar. I tried to touch his face even though I knew he would not appreciate it.
I was willing to take whatever he gives to me if only I could trace with my fingers every line on his chiselled jaw. I wanted to understand every story they held within them.
He held my wrist even before my hands could come close to his face.
"Don't please." He begged.
There was a pain in his voice, a sought of submission. My heart stopped beating as our eyes Locked and time stopped.
I swallowed and looked away from him focusing on the ice cream before me. I took a scoop but my hands were so shaky the contents of the spoon fell on my open thigh.
I shivered and wanted to clean it off but Scar stopped me. He bent down slowly, "Let me lick it off you."
"What!" I shrieked, trying to hold him back but my hands were so weak coupled with the fact that I was nervous and shaky. I could do nothing but let my hands rest on his shoulders.
Scar sunk to his knees and kissed my knees then his lips went up to my thighs until it found the ice cream that was dripping down now. He licked it sucking on the place, kissing it.
I screamed out and clasped both my hands over my mouth as a jolt of electricity rumbled in my stomach kicking me off balance, sending me to a high that was unbelievable.
It lasted for about a minute as fluid upon fluid flowed down my core drenching my pant and my gown.
When it stopped I shut my legs together and heaved a delicious sigh.
Scar stood up and sat down besides me again. He wrapped his hand around my waist and pulled me into his chest.
I could not think, all I could do was feel, breath and bury myself in his beautiful smell.
"Did I just make you have your first orgasm?" Scar asked after a long time of silence.
I looked up at him with fake anger and slapped him on his chest. Scar laughed out and embraced me bringing me closer and closer to him as the wind hit our face.
We talked about everything and anything and the dent in his pants did not go unnoticed by me no matter how much he tried to hide it.