Chapter 29 #2
The problem is now we’re alone—just the two of us—behind the closed doors of a bedroom on the opposite end of Carl and Maggie’s, with a single bed at the center that might as well be glowing.
There’s an unspoken elephant in the room with us.
But now doesn’t exactly feel like the right time. Not with how we left things in the kitchen. Ever since then there’s been a heavy weight in my chest. Her sad eyes haunting me. The way it felt like she was already giving up on us when we’ve only just begun.
Scottie closes the door with a soft click and lets out a breath. Her arms cross over chest, pushing her breasts up in a way that makes my thoughts drop to the gutter.
She moves to sit at the edge of the bed, curling one foot up under her, watching me with a look I can’t decipher. Her tank top is loose, straps thin, and I can see the outline of her nipples through the fabric.
I can’t read her, I can’t feel where her head is at.
“I’m going to shower,” I say keeping my voice even. “Unless you want to first?”
She shakes her head with a faint smile. “No, go ahead.”
I nod and grab a clean towel from the dresser.
My chest feels tight—tight enough that it’s hard to breathe around it. I don’t want distance. I don’t want space. But if I stay in this room with her, with the bed and her eyes and all the things she’s not saying, I’ll either say too much or touch her again just to feel close.
And I don’t want anything that happens between us to be something she regrets.
I step into the bathroom, but leave the door unlocked on the very small chance she decides to join me.
The water warms fast. Steam fills the space, softening the mirror and fogging the air. I drop the towel and step under the spray, bracing my hands against the cool tile as the water beats down my back.
My dick is rock hard, but instead of relieving the ache, I ignore it. Making myself come won’t stop my need for her.
I stay under the water longer than necessary, letting the air go dense and hazy around me.
By the time I’m finished, I’m almost certain I’ll find her asleep. Instead, I step out and the room is empty.
My stomach drops, breath catching, panic surging in an instant. Did she leave without telling me?
I scan the space and a small pang of relief hits me when I see her bags are still here.
A moment later the bedroom creaks open and Scottie walks through, wrapped in a fluffy robe.
“I used the bathroom down the hall,” she says, flashing a look at me over her shoulder as she puts away her toiletries. “You were taking forever.”
“Sorry,” I respond, distracted, imaging her naked beneath the terry cloth.
I swallow harshly and then clear my throat. “I can sleep on the floor and you can have the bed.”
She spins to face me, eyes bright, lips rolling before settling into a smile. “Why would you do that?”
“I don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” I say, throat tight. “I’m trying to be a gentleman.”
Her eyes slowly trace the length of me, leaving behind a heated trail. Across my collarbone, between my pecks, over the ridges on my abdomen, before stopping at the towel I have knotted around my waist. The pink tip of her tongue pokes out, swiping between her plush lips.
“You’re not sleeping on the floor.” Her brow lifts as a smirk settles on her face. “In fact, I think you should go lie down now. Get comfortable.”
I do as she says, too mystified by her little commanding tone. I think I’d do just about anything this woman says and then I’d thank her for it afterward.
As I start to get situated, she comes up to me and slowly unties her robe, letting it fall to the floor, revealing a green lace bra that does nothing to hide her nipples with matching bottoms that are either underwear made to look like shorts or they’re incredibly tiny shorts.
Either way they’re sexy as hell, drawing attention to her milky skin as it contrasts with the deep forest green of the material.
A fucking dream.
My mouth parts, and I feel like one of those cartoon characters whose eyes bug out of their head and turn into hearts.
“I don’t exactly own lingerie so this is as close as I could get,” she says shyly. Like it’s not enough. Like I’m not losing my mind over her right now.
I softly skim my thumb down her jaw and lift her chin, forcing her eyes to connect with mine.
“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.
” I huff out a laugh. “I don’t think you understand what a wreck I’ve been over you.
My dick is in a near constant state of pain.
I think about you all the time, I always want you.
You could wear granny panties and some hideous bra and I’d still want you just as badly. ”
She giggles, a sound so free and beautiful. “That bad, huh?”
“It’s torture, really.”
She drags her nails down my stomach. Light enough to not hurt, but hard enough to leave a mark, and then gently pushes me back on the bed. “Then why were you trying to sleep on the floor? I thought we had plans…for tonight?”
I hate the hesitation in her voice. I did that. I put it there.
“I’m only trying to be respectful. But don’t doubt for one second that I don’t want you.”
A smile lifts to her lips, and she leans down hovering over me, her breath dusting my ear as she tugs on my towel. “I want you to disrespect me. I’m literally begging for it. Give me your worst, Ledger.”
Maybe it’s her words in that delicate pretty voice of hers, or the sinful green lace barely covering her, or it’s being here, away from reality, away from my responsibilities, but something in me snaps, releasing a feral out of control need for her.
I want to punish her for unknowingly torturing me for years.
For being so goddamn irresistible. For teasing me.
For every fucking perfect inch of her simply existing.
“Stand by the window, I want to see that tight little body in the moonlight.”
She goes immediately, following my directions without hesitation.
The moonlight drapes over her like something holy—breasts rising in a slow, tempting rhythm with every breath, thighs open just enough to show me the bare heat waiting for me. It’s obscene how beautiful she is.
“Now get on your knees.”
Her brow raises in question, but she does it anyway, sinking down slow. The movement is graceful, almost reverent, like she loves doing what I say.
I love how quickly she responds to me, how she trusts me.
Wrapping a hand around my cock, the ache sharp, I give it a couple slow pumps, just enough to take the edge off. Scottie’s mouth drops open in a quiet, involuntary gasp—eyes glued to my hand.
“You want this?”
She nods eagerly, the tip of pink tongue poking out as she wets her lips, like she’s salivating for it, like she’s desperate for my cock. For me.
“Crawl for it.”
For a second she stills. Like she’s in disbelief at my command.
Then she moves.
Hands to the floor.
Knees sliding forward on the cool wood.
Back arched, head lifted, eyes on exactly what she wants.
Each shift of her body is deliberate, slow enough to make me feel every second of it. Her hair falls over her shoulders, brushing the tops of her breasts as she gets closer, and I have to grit my teeth not to come right here and now.
When she reaches me, she doesn’t touch, she doesn’t reach.
She just waits—eyes lifted, lips plush, breath warm against my thigh.
“Such a good wife,” I murmur, thumb brushing her jaw. “Look at you. Perfect.”
Her eyes flutter, like the praise is caressing her.
I tilt her chin up with two fingers, making her meet my gaze.
“Open your mouth.”
Her lips part and I feel the air leave my lungs.
I guide my thumb across her lower lip, dragging it slowly. Her tongue flicks out, tasting the tip of it with a naughty little gleam in her eyes and some of my barely held restraint shatters.
“Eyes on me,” I tell her as I bring my cock to her mouth, an offering, not with force, letting her close the distance.
She leans in.
Her tongue traces the head, lips wrapping around the tip, and my hand involuntarily flies to her hair, sinking my fingers into all that red silk.
But as beautiful as she looks on her knees for me with a mouthful of my cock, I want to be inside her even more. I want to feel our bodies move together.
“Come here,” I rasp, tugging gently on her hair.
She releases me slowly, lips gliding off me with a slick sound that elicits a groan from deep within me.
I bring her up to the bed, guiding her to lie back. The moonlight coming through the windows spills across her body, like she’s on display for me. Her hair fans across the pillow, wild, and tangled, a stunning fire.
I hook a finger in the waistband of her bottoms and slowly drag them down her thighs, taking my time, enjoying the reveal. She breathes out a shaky sound, her eyes laced with vulnerability.
Once I have them cleared past her legs and off, I whisper, “Spread you legs.”
She sucks in a breath, widening her thighs for me.
I settle between them, hands gripping her hips to hold her still, and lower my mouth to her. Just a quick taste. I’ve been craving her since the first time I had the pleasure of sinking my tongue into her sweet pussy, and I’m not going to pass up the opportunity to do it now.
Her back bows off the bed as soon as my tongue makes contact, a broken gasp escaping her throat.
“Oh, God,” she cries.
I ease my mouth back slightly, fixing her with my stare. “Wrong G name, baby. It’s Gavin.”
She laughs but it’s cut off by a gasp when I give her clit a light nip.
I smile against her as my tongue continues to lick the spot that makes her eyes disappear back into her head.
I love that we can laugh during moments like these. That this stunning siren will crawl on command and giggle as I eat her pussy. I never knew this was the connection I’d been seeking. More than sex more than lust more than attraction. It’s easy. Being with Scottie is as easy as breathing.
“Gav,” she says with an exhale. “I need you inside me.”
I want that too. But because I can’t help myself, I drag my tongue one last time, long and slow, leaving her trembling before moving up her body.
My mouth draws a map, placing a kiss to her hip, on her stomach, between her ribs, under the curve of her breast. Her hands slide into my hair, guiding me up.
When I reach her face, her eyes are wide, blue and bright.
She’s looking at me like I’m the only man in the world and my chest swells with pride. I’d do anything to keep her looking at me like this.
I didn’t know if we would get here or not, but I came prepared just in case. Reaching for the nightstand, I grab a condom, and tear open the wrapper with my teeth.
Together we slide it over my cock, her eyes mesmerized.
“I didn’t know they made condoms this size,” she teases. “Must be the biggest one they make.”
It is. But I don’t say that.
But I have to say something, my ego can’t stay quiet.
“I’ve got a big cock, baby. Think you can handle it?”
She pins me with her gaze, eyes full of heat, bottom lip captured in a bite. “I can take it. Don’t hold back.”
“I’m giving you everything. Holding back isn’t an option.”
I line myself up at her entrance, glistening like a beacon in the night.
Slowly, I sink in, watching every flicker of sensation across her face.
Her lips are parted ever so slightly, cheeks rosy and flushed, forehead creased, eyes heavy-lidded.
Her fingers dig into my shoulder hard enough to leave a bruise.
She feels like heaven and hell—like a sin I’d gladly spend eternity burning for.
Her legs wrap around my hips, drawing me in deeper until there’s no space left between us. She’s got every inch of my cock inside her, stretching around me like a dream. She’s so tight I can hardly see straight, think straight, do anything but bask in the perfection of her pussy.
I brace my forearms beside her head, rest my forehead to hers, our breaths mingling between us.
Her nails graze up and down my back, marking me with every move of our bodies.
I fuck her slow, learning her cues, shifting to get even deeper. My lips brush her cheek, her jaw, the corner of her mouth. I want to memorize everything about her, imprint this moment into the safest corners of my mind.
She wraps her arms around my neck, drawing my mouth to hers.
We kiss, endlessly, feverishly, matching the rhythm of our bodies.
“Gavin,” she whimpers, barely audible over the sounds of my grunts. “I’m close.”
Thank fuck. I’m beyond close I couldn’t last much longer if I tried.
I increase the pace, moving a hand between us to swipe over her clit. “You gonna come on my cock, baby?”
“Yes,” she hisses. “Don’t stop.”
Her walls clench around my cock, her sighs morphing into gasps as I fuck her into the mattress. The bed is creaking, so loud I wouldn’t be surprised if the entire house could hear it. I don’t care. Let them. Let the whole fucking neighborhood know.
“Gavin!” she screams over and over and over again, her orgasm erupting, striking something in me that has mine following. My cum shoots out fast and forceful and the grunt that jumps out of my throat is nothing short of animalistic.
I collapse into her, crushing her body with mine, and she wraps herself around me like she wants to crawl inside my body and stay. We stay like that until our breathing evens out.
“Oh my God,” she says through a sigh, a lazy smile on her lips.
I ease out of her slowly, missing her warmth immediately. “What did I say about mentioning that man’s name when I’m inside you.”
She giggles, shaking her head. “You should know by now that God is a woman. Only a woman could command the worship of men.”
I’ve never believed anything more in my life.
And I prove her theory right—spending the rest the night worshipping her.