Twenty
Shark
H oly shit.
I’ll never fucking recover from that. Watching Scarlett and feeling her come as my fingers worked her tight pink slit. I’ve never felt anything so fucking perfect in my life. My cock is throbbing in my jeans, but I know I need to be slow and easy with her.
Scarlett’s fingers reach up, raking softly over my chest as she traces the thick black designs inked into my skin.
“Can I ask you something?” she questions softly, her skin flushing. It’s completely adorable, since she just let me fuck her with my fingers and now she’s getting embarrassed.
“Of course, sweetheart. Ask away,” I answer.
“What’s…uh… What’s your real name?” she asks and I feel my lips curl.
“James,” I share.
“James…” she repeats and it sounds amazing rolling off her lips and tongue.
“That sounds really nice when you say it, but I bet hearing you scream it when I make you come again will sound even better,” my voice is husky as I imagine hearing it.
Her eyes go wide and her body offers the smallest shiver. I lift and move between her thighs, gently pushing them apart again and getting another view of her perfect pink center.
I drop my head, running my tongue over her entrance, still slick with her sweet release. I thought she tasted good on my fingers, but straight from the fucking source is even better. I could stay here forever, with my face buried between these thighs.
Her body bucks softly against me and I can’t contain the deep chuckle that vibrates in my chest. My girl is still sensitive and I have no doubt she’ll be coming again within minutes. Her fingers twist in my hair as she grinds softly against my face, seeming to be begging for more.
“Oh…God…” she pants as I plunge my tongue into her depths. I lift my hand, bringing my fingers back to join my mouth. I slip two fingers inside her, sliding them in and out of her tight entrance until she’s squirming and I know she can’t take much more.
“That’s it, baby. Give me more of that sweet cream,” I groan, my cock straining painfully against my zipper.
Her soft walls tighten and I feel the familiar shudder as her sweet juices coat my tongue. I pull my hand back, letting my mouth enjoy the spoils as I suck her soft folds.
“Oh God, yes! YES, JAMES, YES!!” she moans loudly as her body writhes beneath me and I continue to devour her, losing all sense when I hear her screaming my name.
My tongue makes a final swipe, getting every last drop as her body slowly begins to relax. I move from between her legs, settling on the bed beside her, finding her eyes still closed. My hand touches the smooth skin on her stomach and they flip open.
“How do you feel?” I ask softly against her ear.
“Like I can’t move. I didn’t even do anything, but somehow my body is completely exhausted,” she answers honestly and I feel a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.
“Good. You should rest a little and then we can do it all over again,” I tell her.
“I can’t. I mean, staying here with you all day would be amazing, but I have to go into the office and get some work done,” she says lifting up to her elbow, giving me the perfect view of her large natural breasts.
“Shit. I guess the boss probably wouldn’t be too happy if you stopped showing up for work,” I chuckle, knowing that Ray would definitely kick my ass if I kept her from doing her job.
“God damn,” I groan, standing from the bed. “I think I’m gonna need the coldest fucking shower known to man to chill this the fuck out,” I say, and her eyes fall on my obvious erection. It’s grown beyond painful at this point.
“Actually, I was planning to take a nice warm shower, and I still have a little time if you want to join me,” she offers with a playful smile that I definitely can’t ignore.
“Sweetheart, that is a fantastic offer, but I have a feeling if I get in there with you, he’ll be the one in charge,” I tell her, clearly referencing my cock. “These jeans are the only thing stopping me right now. If I let him loose, I won’t be able to stop myself from bringing you right back to this bed.”
Her breath catches, but she stands and steps forward bravely, my hungry eyes raking over her bare smooth body.
“I’m willing to take that chance, if you are,” she says, trailing her hand down my stomach until she’s softly cupping the front of my jeans.
“Fuuuck…” I groan. “Go start the water. I’m right behind you,” I quickly give in. There’s no way I can walk away from that offer.
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Somehow, I managed to keep the monster under control, even after letting him loose. Showering with Scarlett was the fucking cherry on top of our morning together. Watching the water run down her body, and feeling her soft hands as she jerked me off. It gave me just enough of a release to get through the day, until I can get her alone again later.
I left and came back to my room while she dressed for work. I honestly didn’t trust myself. I hadn’t been lying when I said that I’d take her right back to bed. I wanted so badly to bury myself deep inside her. If I could, I’d keep her wet and moaning my name all day.
I pull on a clean pair of jeans and just as I button them, a loud knock rattles my door.
“Yeah,” I holler as I search for a t-shirt to throw on.
“We need to talk,” Sonny opens the door without waiting for an invitation.
“About?” I question, pulling a soft black t-shirt over my head before slipping into the worn leather I’ve been wearing for the past ten years.
“What were you doing in my sister’s bedroom this morning?” he growls.
“And why is that your business?” I ask.
“Don’t get fucking cute with me,” he responds, clearly getting annoyed with me.
“I think you’re in a little over your head, brother. Maybe you should have a chat with your old man,” I suggest.
“He knows?” he questions, clearly surprised to hear that Ray is okay with me being in Scarlett’s bedroom.
“Yeah, he fucking knows. He was there to see me pick up the fucking pieces when she found out the truth about Manny and the secrets you kept for him. She knows you don’t care, and that he never fucking did. It was all a game, a fucking show to get a seat at the table,” I growl out, my anger clearly growing.
“You don’t think I care? Scarlett is my God damn sister, and you… You just fucking met her,” he tries, but I’m not buying his shit.
“Then why’d you let him get away with it? Why didn’t you stand up for her, like a real man?” I ask.
“I was a fucking kid; we both were. Eighteen years old and just patched in with my best friend. The first few years were a fucking blur, and I wasn’t thinking clearly or about my sister. I was thinking with my dick, and we made promises to keep each other’s secrets. And then he was gone, and I lost my best friend and had to watch my sister fall apart. I couldn’t bear to tell her that he wasn’t really the guy she thought he was,” he finally offers some honesty.
“For years, you’ve all kept her on the fucking fence. She’s never been allowed in, but the club never really let her out either. She never got a fair chance,” I observe.
“I just wanted to protect her and keep her safe,” his head drops in defeat.
“You’re relieved of your duty. That’s my place now. Scarlett will be a part of this life, by my side. She’ll will live in it and I’ll protect her,” I promise, feeling the pride swell in my chest as I claim her as mine.
“And my old man, he’s really on board with this?” Sonny’s head tips up in question.
“Trust me, he’s good with it,” I offer a simple answer. There's no point in sharing the fact that I've been fantasizing about Scarlett since the first day I set foot in the Vegas clubhouse.
“All right then. I guess we’re real brothers now,” he holds out his hand for me to shake, and I grip it tightly in my own. “Keep her safe,” he requests.
“You’ve got my word,” I reply without hesitation. Scarlett is mine and I intend to protect her in any way necessary.