11. Scarlett
11
SCARLETT
W hen I opened the door for Nick and we snuck in, the room was dark. The only light came from the glow of the Christmas tree in the corner of the room and the flashing phone screen in Tina's hand.
"Hi, Mrs. Moore!" she whispered loudly as she stood and walked toward me. It was dark enough that I couldn't see as my hands fumbled to take cash out of my purse, so I stepped into the hallway, leaving Nick standing inside the apartment alone.
"Thank you so much, Tina. When did he fall asleep?" I noticed Ethan dozing on the couch and figured he'd fallen asleep watching a Christmas movie. It meant there was no way for Nick to be a gentleman and sleep on the sofa, which didn't bother me one bit.
"Oh, right after the movie. It was before ten. I just shut the TV off and I've been scrolling." She smiled and held out her hand and I paid her the forty dollars I promised, being that it was a holiday, and she could've gone out with friends.
"Well at least he's asleep. Thank you again."
Tina snatched the money and wiggled her fingers in a goodbye before heading for the stairs. I backed into my dark apartment knowing if I turned any lights on Ethan would wake up and after having an hour nap, he'd be wide awake for hours. It was in our best interest to just tiptoe into the bedroom and unwind there.
"Come on," I whispered and I kicked my heels off and draped my coat across a kitchen chair before walking across the room to the Christmas tree. I heard Nick toe his shoes off and follow me, and I took his hand after I unplugged the tree and guided him into the bedroom.
When the door was shut behind us, I flipped on the light and shrugged out of the stole that had kept me warm all night. The chill made me shiver and Nick was there immediately with his hands on my shoulders. He stood behind me and kissed my neck. Then the top of my shoulder.
"I never intended to just invite myself here for sex, Scarlett. You know you mean a lot to me." His kiss warmed my skin and I turned and wrapped my arms around his torso under his suit jacket. He must've shed his coat at the door with mine, and now he stood in my bedroom looking as handsome as ever.
"The roads are horrible. I'm not letting you drive home. So you can sleep in a single bed in Ethan's room and hope he doesn't wake up in the middle of the night to find a stranger in his bed, or you can share with me…" I breathed him in and sighed happily. We really had had a great night together, and I wasn't at all disappointed that it was ending with a sleepover. If sex happened, okay, but Nick was right. I liked him for way more than just his amazing ability to make me orgasm.
"Help me?" I asked, touching the clasp for my necklace. I turned and Nick's nimble cardiologist fingers undid the clasp and he lowered it in front. The pendant slid between my breasts and tickled me and I imagined his fingers following the line. I smiled and took it from him, then walked away and laid it on my dresser. The earrings were next, and he stood with hands in his pockets watching. I gave him a naughty smirk as I reached up the back of the dress and began unzipping and his eyes grew wider.
The sweetheart neckline already plunged low enough for him to get a full view of my cleavage, but his reaction when the dress fell from my body and the only thing I was wearing was a pair of silky blank panties was priceless. I saw the flash of lust in his eyes and smirked at him before twisting my nipples to points.
"What was that you were saying? About being a gentleman…Wanting to enjoy more than my body?" I was playful, running a finger around the waistband of my panties. Nick's eyes traced down where my hand was and he raised one eyebrow.
"Well, I definitely enjoy your body. You do realize how smoking hot you are." He took a hesitant step toward me.
"I mean…You sound cheesy saying that, but I'll take the compliment. And we had a great time together tonight. I think you've thoroughly enjoyed everything about my mind and heart. Now why not this?" I slid my panties over my hips and wiggled them lower until they dropped around my ankles. Then I stepped out of them.
"Ms. Moore…I must say, I've never had a woman throw herself at me before." Nick took another step my direction, this time a bit more confident. His hands left his pockets and I smirked at him.
"I believe you have a bit too many clothes on. Let me help you with that." I took a step toward him, and before he could protest I had my hands at his belt. I unhooked it and unzipped his pants as he made a noise of surprise. His erection was more than evident against his boxers and I grinned wickedly. "I have never been more thankful for icy roads." I winked at him as he slipped his jacket off and let it fall to the floor.
My hand gripped his girth and I stroked through his boxers as he unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt and pulled it over his head. His pants were next, and his boxers followed. He tangled his fingers in my hair and tilted my head back so my mouth dropped open and his mouth covered mine.
His hands slid down my back and gripped my hips as he backed us to the bed, and we tumbled onto it. Nick's hands were everywhere. My breasts, my stomach, my hips, and then they slid lower until two fingers slid between my folds. I felt myself contract around nothing as he brought his fingers to his lips and tasted me. I moaned into his mouth and the sound that escaped him was raw and primal.
"So wet," he purred against my ear before his mouth trailed kisses down my neck. His tongue swirled around the spot that always drove me wild and I moaned his name.
"Nick…" I arched my back off the bed as he nipped at the sensitive skin at the base of my neck. His fingers continued to tease me, one sliding inside while the other rubbed my clit in concert. His mouth left my ear and trailed kisses down between my breasts, biting one nipple before suckling on it hard enough to leave a mark.
"God, Scarlett…I want you so bad," he growled against my stomach before his mouth kissed along my belly. His fingers were replaced by his tongue as it swirled around my clit teasingly. My hips bucked upward, and I whimpered.
"Don't you dare stop," I moaned, pressing his head between my thighs. He chuckled against me and continued to torture me with his tongue and lips, sucking on my clit until I was screaming for more. "Nick, please…I-I can't stand it," I whispered, and he looked up at me with those smoldering eyes that could melt steel.
"Tell me what you want, Scarlett. Tell me how you want me to make you feel good," he purred against my clit, and I gasped. He was so cautious to remain quiet but so insistent I had to respond.
"F-faster," I panted, and he obliged. His fingers began to move in a rhythm that matched my hips rocking. "Oh, Nick…f-faster." My moans and cries of pleasure filled the room, and I didn't care. I gripped the sheets, my nails digging in as he continued to bring me closer to orgasm. "Right there," I whimpered, and a minute later I was saying his name over and over again as my climax rippled through me.
Every nerve ending was on fire. The way my muscles contracted and relaxed made me giddy. The convulsions and aftershocks had me arching my back and gripping the sheets tighter. My head fell back on the pillow and I panted, praying silently that Ethan hadn't woken up from my soft cries of pleasure.
Nick crawled up my body and kissed me, swallowing my mewls of pleasure. His erection thumped against my core, and I arched upward, desperate for him to be inside me.
"I've never wanted a woman like I want you," he panted against my lips, and I smiled at the sincerity in his voice. "I want this to be special, Scarlett. I meant it when I said I wanted you for more than just sex."
"I know, and I want more with you too," I whispered, gripping his hips. I couldn't help the grin that spread across my face. "But right now…I just…I need you inside me." He smirked against my lips before he slowly entered me. Inch by inch, he filled me up until he was deep inside me. "God, Nick…Wow."
"I know," he groaned, thrusting gently. His hips moved in a circular motion as he kissed my collarbones and down to my breasts. He suckled my nipples while he thrust deeper and harder, and it was like nothing else in the world mattered except us.
My nails raked down his back and I arched my hips to meet his thrusts. Nick was slow but deliberate, and every move he made sent pleasure coursing through my body. His mouth left my breasts and returned to my lips as his hand replaced it. He kneaded my fleshy globe and rocked his hips, pushing himself against my back wall. I had never been more thankful for birth control because a condom wouldn't feel half as good.
"N-Nick…I'm going to…again," I whimpered, and he groaned. His thrusts picked up but remained deep, and I broke apart around him. "Oh God…" I whispered as waves of pleasure crested over me. He had me pinned down mercilessly thrusting into me and I'd never enjoyed it more. I could feel him throbbing inside me, and nanoseconds later I felt warmth spread through me. His cum flooded me and slickened everything more, and he collapsed, breathless.
We lay there for a moment panting before he pushed the hair out of my face and kissed my forehead. I never even got to tell him how incredible it was before I noticed a light peeking under my bedroom door. Ethan had woken up. I heard the hum of the TV and knew I'd have to go put him to bed.
"Wait here?" I whispered and Nick smiled.
"I'm not going anywhere," he cooed.
I rushed to my bathroom and grabbed my robe, then headed out, careful not to let Ethan see into my room. Just fearing his reaction made me a bit skittish, and while I corralled him and ushered him to his room, through our normal routine of teeth brushing and pajamas, I started to get really nervous.
If Ethan knew about me and Nick, he'd end up talking to his friends at school. Especially if someone brought up the "dad talk." He had no dad, and he asked me about it from time to time. If that happened, and his friends found out, eventually people would start talking. It could make him the brunt of people's jokes because of the way people treated Nick. And it could blow back on the bakery too.
I felt a pinch of guilt in the center of my chest for thinking that way, but the wave of enormous guilt crashing into me and threatening to suck me in was worse. I had to protect my child, which was why I kept him a secret to begin with. Now I was dancing with fire again, risking my child being damaged by the one thing I had lied to protect him from. And on top of that, I was sleeping with his father and neither of them knew about it.
"You okay, Mommy?" Ethan asked as I kissed his forehead and whispered goodnight to him.
"I'm alright, baby. Just tired. Rest now…" I patted his cheek and turned off his light then left his room and shut the door.
I stood there for a moment collecting myself. I was letting my heart get carried away and it was going to come back to bite me. There was no way I would have sent Nick home, but I should've done the right thing and taken Ethan to bed, made Nick sleep on the couch. We shouldn't have had sex again. I was making this a huge mess, and if Nick ever found out about Ethan being his biological child, he'd hate me for having lied the whole time.
I snuck back into my room and the light was off. Nick had found a few candles and a bottle of lotion and he lay with his boxers on, stretched out on the bed with the covers turned down.
"Let me rub your back and feet," he said, and I melted again.
Before he could see the weight I was carrying I crawled into bed and lay on my stomach. Nick was so perfect and I was such an idiot for being so afraid of that stupid scandal eight years ago. He deserved better than me. I was the worst human alive. And I was only making things worse for both of us when it all came out later.
Because it was going to end up coming out one way or another.
Wouldn't the town have a heyday with that?