Chapter 19 #2
“Feels good, huh? I’m glad to see that my chair’s taking care of you.
” My eyes zero in on her hips, the way she’s rolling them without even realizing she’s doing it.
“You keep grinding that sweet pussy in front of me like this and I’m going to have a hard time keeping my hands to myself.
” The words fly out before I can think to stop them.
Scout’s eyelids flutter open, her body going completely still, and I once again find myself holding my breath as I wait for her reaction.
“You wish,” she says, throwing my own teasing words back at me with a wink.
My pulse pounds in my ears as I blink at her, frozen in shock by her sudden brazenness.
“Hell, I think this chair’s brought me closer to having an orgasm than anyone else ever has…” Her words trail off as she bites her lip, that crimson blush returning to her cheeks as she glances over at me. “Can I have it?”
I shake my head, feeling confused. Surely, I must’ve misheard her just now. “What was that?”
“The chair.” She points at the chair she’s sitting in. “Can I have it? You’re a billionaire. Pretty sure you can afford a new one.”
I clear my throat, trying to redirect the blood that’s now rushing exclusively to my cock. “No, not that.” I lean in, my voice dropping. “You said something about the chair being the closest to get you to orgasm.” I tilt my head. “What does that mean?”
She shakes her head and waves me off. “Never mind.”
“Ah ah. You can’t just drop a bomb like that and not explain.”
“Luka, come on, are you seriously going to make me say it?”
I cross my arms over my chest as I stare back at her. “I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life. Now spill.”
“Fine. But you have to promise you won’t make fun of me.”
“Come on, you know I can’t promise that.” I hold up my hands. “How about this—I’ll only tease you if you deserve it. Deal?”
She taps her finger to her lip like she’s considering it, then finally shrugs. “I guess that’s the best I’m going to get.”
I nod, feeling my mouth go dry as I wait for her to explain what I really hope is an epic misunderstanding. But deep down, I know it’s not.
Please don’t let my suspicions be correct…
She glances over her shoulder like she’s making sure no one can hear her. “I’ve never actually been able to… you know…” Her eyes widen like she’s trying to make me understand where she’s going.
Suddenly, I don’t feel so high anymore. Nope, this conversation has sobered me right up. I lean forward, propping my elbows on my knees as my leg shakes with all the energy it’s taking to hold myself back.
I find myself torn between not wanting to cross anymore lines tonight and dying to prod her, to see if I’m understanding her the way I think I am.
“Wait…” I lean in, blinking like I must’ve misheard her. “Are you saying that you’ve never had an orgasm? During sex?” My body is vibrating so hard I feel my vision starting to get blurry.
She nods ever so slowly, then covers her mouth as she bursts into a fit of giggles. “You should see your face right now. You look like I just told you I’m really an alien or something.”
I don’t even blink.
It feels like I’ve just been punched in the stomach. Like all my air’s been knocked from my lungs.
I stare at the gorgeous woman sitting in front of me, wondering how the fuck that’s even possible. She reaches for the joint that I forgot I was still holding and takes another puff. This time, it’s her blowing the smoke in my face.
I drag my fingers through my hair and let out a frustrated sigh, trying like hell to keep my ass glued to my own goddamn chair. “You mean with a guy, right? Like you’ve never been able to orgasm just from sex?”
Her head tilts to the side like a puppy as she eyes me curiously. “Well, technically, yes…”
I choke on my inhale and slap my chest to catch my breath. “Please tell me that you’re fucking with me?”
She points a finger at me and narrows her eyes. “Hey, you said you wouldn’t make fun of me. Don’t you orgasm-shame me, Luka Kingsley.”
I hold up my hands. “It’s not that. I’m not shaming you… I just—” I take the joint from her and inhale, letting the smoke settle in my lungs. Then I meet her eyes, and all the teasing falls away. “Scout, be honest with me. Have you ever had an orgasm?”
Embarrassment burns her cheeks as her eyes drop to the floor. The silence that stretches between us is almost deafening as I wait for her to confirm what I already know.
Her shoulders bounce in a slight shrug before she looks up to meet my eyes. “I’ve been close… I think… It feels good.”
The look on my face must say enough because she shakes her head and continues. “Look, I’ve tried okay. I just don’t think I can.”
Her confession weighs heavy in the air between us, and my mind feels like it’s going haywire, all my thoughts getting jumbled up. I can’t figure out what’s real and what isn’t or what’s right and what’s wrong…
“What do you mean you don’t think you can? You don’t seriously believe that, do you?”
Her eyes drop to her fidgeting hands in her lap. “Yeah… I mean…”
Oh hell no. That won’t do.
“Wanna bet?” The words slip out before I can stop them.
She jerks her head up, eyes wide. “I’m sorry—what?! You want to bet on whether I can orgasm or not?”
I lean in, my voice low. “No, sweetheart. I want to bet that I can make you.”
She shifts in her seat, casually crossing her arms over her chest. “Don’t you think that’d make things weirder than they already are?”
But the twinkle in her eyes is undeniable. I can see it all over her face. She wants this.
“What, because we’re married ?” I tease, tilting my head. “Or were you referring to the bubbling sexual tension?” I hold her gaze. “It doesn’t have to mean anything. Just call it a marital favor . Besides, I’m so good I could make you come without even touching you.”
Her eyes go wide in surprise, then she furrows her brows. “Oh, someone’s cocky.”
“I prefer confident. Now what do you say? You in?”
“What’s the wager?”
I flash a slow grin. “If I win, I get the satisfaction of you knowing what I’m capable of.”
“And what if you lose?”
“If I lose, I’ll give you my entire comic book collection.”
Her mouth falls open. “You’re really that sure of yourself? You’re not going to pull some crazy electromagnetic therapy and shock me, are you?”
I can’t help the laugh that escapes me at that wild response. “No, but I like the way you think, Girl Scout. Maybe you’re on to something with that.”
She rolls her eyes, but she doesn’t seem annoyed. Judging by the way her eyes keep flicking down to my lips, I’d say she looks more turned on than anything.
“If you’re really that okay with losing your comic book collection, then who am I to stop you. I bet it’s worth a pretty penny?—”
“So, it’s a deal?”
“As long as you keep your word and you don’t touch me, then, yeah, it’s a?—”
I’m standing up and tossing her over my shoulder before she can even finish her sentence. “Luka… what the hell are you—?” She squeals, kicking and wiggling to break free from my grip.
“I’m about to change your whole goddamn life.”
My heartbeat pounds in my ears as my eyes slowly adjust to the darkness.
My body is a live wire, buzzing with need.
Fueled solely by my hormones and over a decade of wet dreams about the girl next door.
My childhood best friend, who’s clearly still far too innocent and naive for me to have any business fooling around with.
And she’s just presented me with a challenge that I’m not sure I’m capable of resisting… even if I was sober.
Quite frankly, the only thing that could stop me right now is Scout showing any signs of resistance, looking even remotely like she doesn’t want this, too.
But every time I look back at her, all I see are green lights as her hazel eyes sparkle with curiosity and a healthy mix of fear.
It’s an intoxicating combination, and knowing she’s scared but still not resisting brings me more joy than I care to admit.
I can see it in the way she obeys me, the way she seems to hang on my every word—she trusts me.
She shouldn’t… But she does.
“Wait. We’re doing this now ?” Scout hangs loosely over my shoulder now. She must’ve realized her attempt at fighting was pointless and has accepted her fate.
“Hell yeah, we’re doing this now. You think I don’t know you’ll change your mind the minute you sober up and start overthinking this?”
I carry her down the hallway. But when I reach the door to the basement, I stop in my tracks before turning her back the way we came.
“Luka, where are we going? Why are you walking around in circles?” Scout asks, attempting to lift herself up to see.
I ignore her question, taking a moment to consider my options.
I could take her upstairs to my bedroom, but that feels too intimate.
The same goes for her room. The living room could work, but I catch sight of the Library French doors out of the corner of my eye and turn on my heels, making my way inside.
Large windows span across one wall as shelves of books fill the others. The dark, cloudy sky flickers with lightning, providing just enough light to see.
I make a quick assessment of the space and nod. Dim lighting, the heavy rain rattling against the windows, limited distractions… This is perfect.
When I finally set her down, my hands instinctively reach out to steady her. A shockwave of heat shoots through my fingertips as they graze her exposed skin where her denim shorts hang low on her hips.
This, I decide, is my favorite look of hers. Her face is free of any makeup, and she is wearing those cute glasses that are almost too big for her face. She’s simultaneously the cutest, prettiest, and sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, and she has no idea the effect she has on me.
She sways on her feet as she looks around, and maybe it’s the weed, but it seems like she looks more excited than afraid.