26. Chapter Twenty Six
S carlett swings her leg over my bike, settling in behind me. Her body moulds perfectly to mine as she runs her hands around my body. I can’t help the way my body shivers at her touch.
I have ached for her these past nine months. Dawson tried to convince us to just move on and forget her. Tried to fill our heads with the notion that if we just forgot about her that she would be safe.
At first I was onboard when we came back to the kind of club we did. The panic I felt rattled me. I knew I couldn’t infect her life with it. She didn’t sign up for that. She just thought we belonged to a regular MC. While that may have been what we started out as, it isn’t anymore.
If only we knew then what we know now.
If only we knew that she was our Scarlett all along.
That no matter how hard we tried, she was always going to lead this life. None of us could have stopped it.
I can appreciate how Dawson feels. It's obvious he's scared. Terrified that Scar will be taken again. That this time it won’t be just her mind that is lost, it’ll be her life.
That fear lives deep inside of me too.
But I know that I would much rather have Scarlett beside me than have her halfway across the world, completely out of reach.
The drive to Scarlett’s house takes only minutes. I long for her body the moment she pulls away, swinging her leg off my bike and handing me back my helmet. Having her that close to me, even if it was only for moments, felt like heaven.
I kick down the stand before swinging my leg off my bike. I instantly reach for Scarlett and she willingly comes. I hold her close, savouring each moment with her that I can before I have to let her go again.
I’ve seen the indecision in Scarlett with how to be around us. One minute I can see her completely distanced from us. Her walls are utterly impenetrable. Not that I can blame her. What we did has eaten away at me for months.
Sometimes I see her forcing herself to not give in though. I hold onto that glint that I can see in her eyes. The small glimmer of hope that it gives me.
I could comfortably keep Scarlett in my arms forever. There’s this completion I feel each time I hold her close. Her body fits perfectly against mine. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get the feeling of her wrapped around me as we rode on the back of my bike out of my head anytime soon. Everything with her just feels right.
Eventually she pulls away from me. She graces me a small smile and I swear my brain takes a mental photograph.
“Come up stairs with me?” she asks, her voice just louder than a whisper but it's like she said it into a megaphone.
I look at her in disbelief. I have no doubt in mind that I look ridiculous right now. My eyes are blown wide and my jaw hangs open.
I gain some kind of composure to muster up a reply, “Ah…are you sure?”
She gives me a nod, “Yeah, come on.”
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I follow her as close behind her as I can.
Her house is surprisingly quiet this time of the night. I haven’t been inside the Crux’s house in years. We used to be close with Rhodes even after we thought Scarlett had died. Dacre more so than the rest of us.
Day by day we saw both of them slowly drift further and further away from reality. Drowning their feelings in substances. Anything to numb the pain.
Nicky, Dawson, Sonny and I could all see just how much damage it had caused to an already fragile Dacre. He became a shell of the person he once was.
It was hard to not blame Rhodes for leading Dacre down the path he did. The relief we all felt once Dacre finally broke away from Rhodes’ influence was palpable.
Even all of these years later, I still hold an ounce of resentment towards him. He’s just seemed to get worse as time has gone on. Losing Scarlett changed all of us. But it affected Rhodes differently.
Just before we reach the same room Scarlett had when she was younger, Rhodes’ door opens and out walks him and Wyatt. They freeze in place as they see us. Wyatt looks disappointed as he looks at where Scarlett’s hand is held in mine.
Rhodes frowns as he steps closer to us, “I thought you were going to call me when you needed to be picked up from Pinks’?”
Scarlett just shrugs her shoulders, “Pike was already waiting out the front for me. I didn’t see the point in calling and annoying you when he could just as easily bring me home.”
She turns her head looking back at me, a cheeky smirk on her face, “Plus, Pike and I need to have a little… conversation.” She winks and my knees nearly collapse from under me. Fucking hell, this woman will be the death of me.
Rhodes scoffs, both of our attentions snapping to him. “Going to forgive him already? Heard you’ve already forgiven one of those fucktards.”
I stand up straighter, instantly becoming on guard. Rhodes’ words seem to affect Scar in the same way as I feel her bristle beside me. Her hand drops from mine and I let it go.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” she snaps, a sharp edge to her voice.
Rhodes just rolls his eyes, clearly not seeing the dangerous edge that Scarlett is holding tight to.
“Don’t think we didn’t hear you and Dawson earlier at the clubhouse. I’m disappointed, Scarlett. You harped on to me for weeks about how these five guys hurt you as bad as they did. Yet you fold the moment someone offers you a good time in a supply closet. There’s names for people like that,” he snides, looking Scarlett up and down.
Anger bubbles through my system. Where does this motherfucker get the hide to call Scarlett a slut? His own fucking sister, who we all thought for the last then years had been dead!
I go to step closer to Rhodes but Scarlett beats me to it. She instantly closes the distance between her and her brother. With strength I’m sure that both she and I didn’t know she possessed, she slams him up against the wall. Their faces are only inches apart. The fury on her face burns like a wildfire. I see a hint of fear in Rhodes’ eyes as he looks down at his sister.
“How fucking dare you insinuate that I’m a slut! What I do in my own time and who I decide to share that time with is none of your fucking business. If I decide to bang the entire senior class at Rydell Prep, you best fucking believe I will do exactly that.”
Scarlett inches even closer towards Rhodes. I see the regret in his eyes the moment he realises he has fucked up.
“I don’t give a fuck who you are to me. If you say shit like that again to me, you will see exactly what I think of slut shamers.”
With Scarlett’s promise thick in the air, she turns away from her brother, storms towards me before grabbing my hand and all but dragging me into her bedroom. The door slams behind her. I don’t get the chance to take in her room before she's slamming me up against the wall behind her. I don’t feel the pain in my head as it smacks against the door.
I suck in a breath as her body presses against mine. My brain only seems to register pleasure. The feeling of her being up against me is like my own personal kryptonite. She steps up onto her tiptoes, her body moulding further into mine.
“This doesn’t mean I forgive you.”
I instantly nod. She still raises an eyebrow at me, as if doubting me.
“I plan on apologising to you every day for the rest of our lives, Princess. I don’t deserve your forgiveness. Not a single fucking ounce of it. But I’m going to beg for it anyway.” I grab her head in my hands, leaning down so our lips are almost touching. I feel her breath coming out in short puffs and I long to feel her lips on mine again. I’m desperate for it at this point.
“If you weren’t already aware, I’m obsessed with you. I want you in any way that you will allow me.”
A smile slowly creeps over her lips. I watch intently as she licks her lips. I swear I can almost feel a wisp of her tongue. My knees almost collapse from beneath me in utter desperation.
“I look forward to seeing you on your knees in front of me,” she chuckles.
Fuck, I’m so gone for this woman.
Scarlett closes the gap between us before I can move. Her lips are soft as they glide across mine. I swipe my tongue across her lips, begging for entry. She instantly opens her mouth, welcoming me in. Our tongues glide together in unison.
After a while I begin to lose all notion of where she ends and I begin. She has always been it for me. The other piece to my soul. Fated in the cursed stars.
I finally allow my hands to roam her body. I run my hands up the side of her hips. Grabbing her waist, I pull her into me. She rolls her body into mine slowly. My dick painfully presses into the zipper of my jeans at the feeling.
If I’m being honest with myself, it’s been hard since the moment I saw her up on that stage last night.
She was like an angel sent from the pits of hell. Come to wreak havoc on our souls. But what she doesn’t know is my soul is already hers.
She has owned me since she was knee high to a grasshopper. Then to that night on the beach when we thought we met her for the first time, she regained control over every single facet of me. I am hers. Hers to do with as she wishes.
Scarlett’s hands move down my torso. I suck in a gasp as her fingers linger at the waistband of my pants. A shiver runs over my body at her touch. I feel her pull back as she grips the bottom of my shirt, slowly pulling it up my body and over my head. I don’t pay attention to where she throws it. Not when her hands return to my waistband again. They slowly start undoing the button. I don’t waste any time, helping to kick them off; discarding them like they are on fire.
Scarlett chuckles at my eagerness. I quirk my lips at her as I grip the hem of her shirt, chuckling when she sucks in a gasp of her own. “Your turn, Princess.”
I pull off her top, throwing the fabric in a similar direction to where I’m sure my jeans landed.
My eyes travel down her body. It's like my hands have a mind of their own as they explore her. Just like she did to me, I painstakingly begin to remove her pants. She hastily kicks them off once they get to her knees .
For a moment we just stand their taking in every inch of each other. For once, I keep my hands to myself. But the need is there. The need to hold her. The need to caress her perfect body. A body that I plan on claiming every fucking inch of.
I don’t know who breaks first but within seconds we are on each other. Our mouths glide over the other with such unrestrained hunger.
Now that the gates have been broken, there’s no way either of us could stop at this point.
My hands roam around her back and with a flick of my fingers, her bra comes loose. She chuckles as she shakes it off. “Handy little trick.”
I wink at her, “That’s not the only handy thing I can do with my fingers.”
She laughs, throwing her head back. My eyes can’t help but stare at her throat and the desperate feeling inside me that calls to mark her there so everyone including that fuckwit Wyatt knows that she’s mine.
“Smooth, baby,” Scarlett whispers as her laughter fades. She wraps her arms around my neck. I feel my knees falter at the feeling of her unclothed skin pressed against my chest.
I grip either side of her face as I bring her lips back to mine. The hunger has slowly faded but it’s obvious neither of us are able to stop. Her hands stay wrapped around my neck.
I allow mine to travel down her body yet again. This time without the interruption of fabric, I’m able to take in every inch of her body. My fingers graze the sides of her breasts. She moans into my mouth at the touch and it's like the sound reignites the hunger in me.
I grip her ass in my hands and haul her up into my body. Her legs instantly wrap around my body.
I slowly begin to walk towards the vague memory of where her bed is, praying I don’t trip on anything. Her hands dislodge from around my neck as I throw her own on her rumpled bed.
While so much has changed in Scarlett from the person she was before her accident to who she is now, her aversion for a made bed has clearly stuck.
I’m finally able to take my fill in of her. Her tits sit rounded on her chest. Just by look alone, I know that they will be the perfect handful. My brain starts to run with ideas on just how many filthy things I can do to defile them. My eyes continue their trek down her body. I can sense her nervousness as she begins to close her legs. My hands snap out, startling her as I stop them from closing.
“Don’t you dare hide from me, Princess,” I growl.
“Pike…” she whimpers as the fight begins to leave her body. Little does she know it but she’s slowly giving herself over to me. Something that I have been desperate for for a long time.
I chuckle as I slowly lower myself to my knees. My face coming at a perfect height to take in her lace covered pussy.
“I’ll take good care of you.” I know she notices the double meaning behind my words. I don’t shelter them for a single moment. She deserves them. She deserves the fucking world.
I grab the lace at her hips and slowly start pulling them down her legs. Once they are off, I begin my ascent back up her thighs. I take my time, peppering kisses as I go.
She begins to squirm, obviously becoming frustrated at how long I’m taking. But I savour it. Anytime spent between her legs is a fucking blessing. One I refuse to rush through .
I finally reach the apex of her thighs. Her pussy fucking glistens. My mouth waters as I take her in.
“Pike, please…” she moans, the desperation in her becoming unbearable as she begs for me.
“That’s right, Princess. Fucking beg for me. Beg me and I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Pike, I need…” She cuts off as my hot breath blows over her pussy. She grips the sheets as her back arches.
“Tell me, Scar.”
“Pike, I need you to lick me,” she finally says, lifting her head to look down at my position in between her legs. I quirk my eyebrow at her waiting for the word I know she knows I need.
“Please, Pike,” she begs and I crack. Before she can utter another word, I swipe my tongue from up her cunt. Her taste explodes on my tongue and I groan. I go back in for another swipe and chuckle at the guttural moan she releases as I continue eating my new favourite meal.
It doesn’t take long before I feel Scarlett’s orgasm begin to build. I bring my fingers up and slide two digits into her. She screams out her release at the first thrust of my fingers and I continue slowly fucking them in and out of her as her orgasm retreats.
I stand, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“Pike, if you don’t fuck me right now, I might explode.” She looks at me wide eyed. The aftershocks of her orgasm are still bright in her eyes.
I hesitate. Fuck.
“What? What’s wrong?” she asks, noticing the look on my face.
“Fuck. I don’t have a condom. When I came to pick you up I wasn’t expecting this,” I murmur, tipping my head back and needing a moment to collect myself. I startle when I feel fingers begin to wrap around my legs.
In my moment of disappointment, I hadn’t even realised Scarlett had moved. I look down at my girl. My dick twitching as I take her in. The look in her eyes as she looks up at me. The fact that even through my boxers, I can feel her warm breath blowing against my dick.
I feel like I’m about to lose my virginity again for the first time. I get now why Sonny said she didn’t even have to touch his dick for him to cum. I also internally cringe at the thought of Sonny while I’m this painfully hard.
“You don’t need one,” she says. I frown down at her as I take in her words. But I thought she said…
I suck in a breath as she slowly starts pulling my boxers down. My cock springs free and I feel an edge of relief at not being confined by them. Scarlett sits kneeling at the end of her bed. I stand stock still, not moving a single inch. I see the hunger in her eyes as she stares me down. A bead of precum seeps out of my dick. She lifts her head to look me directly in the eyes.
All I see is lust, hunger and desire. She doesn’t give me a moment before she leans in, her tongue licking up the mess I made. I don’t know how my legs don’t collapse from under me as Scar keeps eye contact with me before taking me in her mouth completely. She gags as she reaches as far down as she can take me. She slowly sucks me as she withdraws. A string of spit comes away as my dick slips free of her mouth.
“Fuck me…” I mutter at the sight of my girl in front of me. She has permanently destroyed me for anyone else.
“That’s kind of what I’m hoping that’s what you will do,” she snickers, still holding eye contact with me.
I feel the disappointment all over again but before I can utter a word, she starts shaking her head. “You don’t need a condom, Pike. I want to feel you. Every single, raw inch.”
I groan at the filth that pours so easily from her mouth.
My hands grip under her arms, pulling her up off her position on her knees. This time when I throw her down on the bed I follow her down, covering her body with mine.
My cock lines up at her entrance. With one final look at her face to gauge if she still wants this as badly as I do, I slowly start pushing inside of her.
Her pussy clamps around my cock like a vice grip as I keep pushing each inch inside of her. Once I’m completely bottomed out, I look back up at my girl.
Heaven doesn’t even begin to describe the feeling of her around me like this.
I pull out slowly until only the tip is left in her dripping cunt. She clenches around the head and I throw back my head cursing.
Scarlett giggles at my reaction. I don’t give her a second before I slam myself back hard inside her. Her back arches as she squeals at the intrusion.
Each thrust earns me either a moan, whimper or another inhumanly sound and I soak it in. Pleasure is written across every inch of her features and I long to pour as much as I can from her.
I feel her wall squeeze me again and without any warning, an orgasm comes crashing down over her. Just at the sight of her head thrown back in the throes of pleasure, my orgasm creeps up on me and I cum with a shout, emptying myself inside her. My arms collapse as my orgasm subsides and I roll before I can crush Scarlett.
We lie side by side for what feels like forever but must only be minutes trying to catch our breath.
Another giggle comes from Scarlett and I turn to face her. She’s looking directly at the roof and I watch as a smile slowly starts to creep over her lips. Little bursts of laughter escaping her swollen lips.
It seems that her laughter is contagious as a chuckle escapes my lips. At the sound, she turns her head to look at me. Her smile gets broader if that was even possible and the next time noise escapes her, she is unable to stop the laughter. I join alongside her.
If someone was to see us now, they would surely think we had just escaped a mental asylum.
Eventually the laughter calms down until we are both laying down facing each other. Only inches separate us. I reach up and push back a lock of her that had fallen over her face.
“You are fucking perfect, Scarlett.”
She smiles almost shyly at me. “Says you,” she mutters just loud enough for me to hear.
“Prepare to be sick of me, Princess. Now that I’ve had you, I will never let you go.” The smile drops from her face but I don’t back down, not for a second.
“At this point, I probably sound like a broken record. But I need you to know just how fucking sorry I am, Scar. I fucked up. Nothing that I do will ever be enough to make it up to you, but I want to try. I want to be that man that you met in Australia. The one who made promises that he wanted so desperately to keep. You deserve the world and I want to be the one that gives it to you. ”
I watch as tears glisten her eyes. I watch her internal fight. The push and pull of the angel and devil on her shoulder as they war over my words.
I don't bother with waiting for her to reply. I pull her into my arms. Our naked bodies mould together. She instantly relaxes her body into mine, her arms wrapping around my waist as she settles in.
“Saturday,” I murmur.
“Saturday,” she whispers in reply.
It's only minutes before her body starts to get heavy. I kiss the top of her head but don’t move as I suck in the faint scent of her shampoo.
Home.
She feels like home.
“My girl,” I whisper before sleep pulls me under along with her.