Twenty Eight
Scarlett
I sit in the cramped, sterile waiting room of the police station, my heart pounding in my chest. The cold, hard plastic of the chair is unforgiving against my back, and the fluorescent lights cast a harsh glare on everything around me. I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. Today, everything could change.
The murmur of voices and the occasional sound of footsteps echo in the small room, but I can barely focus on anything but the pulse in my throat and the gnawing anxiety in my gut.
Finally, Detective Grant steps into the room, his expression serious yet kind. “Ms. Calhoun, thank you for coming in today,” he says, gesturing for me to follow him to a private office.
I stand, my legs feeling like jelly and follow him through the door, my thoughts racing. What will he say? Can I trust him?
We enter a small office cluttered with files and papers, a stark contrast to the sterile waiting room. The comforting aroma of coffee lingers in the air, hinting at long hours worked within these walls. Grant takes a seat behind the desk and motions for me to sit in the chair across from him. I do, my hands trembling slightly as I clasp them in my lap.
“We’ve been reviewing the information we found on Dr. McAllister’s computer,” Grant begins, his tone professional yet empathetic. “The evidence confirms that your thesis was indeed your own work, and that Dr. McAllister stole it.”
A wave of relief washes over me, and I feel tears welling up in my eyes. “Thank you,” I whisper, my voice trembling with emotion. “I can’t tell you how much this means to me.”
“Well, thank the anonymous tip that came in, which led us to check his office.”
Grant nods, his expression serious. “Scarlett, there’s something else you need to know. You weren’t the only young woman he was stalking. We’ve found evidence that he targeted others as well.”
I feel my heart drop slightly at the thought of other women who might have suffered as I did, but it’s also a strange consolation. I wasn’t alone in this nightmare.
He offers me a reassuring smile. “You’re brave, Scarlett. Not everyone would have the strength to go through what you did and not break.”
I nod, the truth of his words sinking in. “I just wanted to finish my degree. I never thought...”
“Rightly so, but we also want to clarify that the investigation has concluded. Given the evidence and witness statements, the incident involving Dr. McAllister’s death has been ruled as self-defense. Mr. Lockwood will not face any charges.”
I exhale, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief wash over me. He saved me from McAllister’s grasp, and now I know he won’t have to face any charges for it.
“Thank you,” I murmur again, my voice filled with gratitude.
“You’re welcome, Scarlett. Take care of yourself. Oh, and I sent the report regarding your thesis to Dean Buckley. I’m sure he will be in contact with you soon.”
As I leave the police station, the weight of the past few months begins to lift from my shoulders, each step feeling lighter than the last. I step out into the parking lot and my eyes immediately find Whit, leaning against his sleek black motorcycle. The sight of him brings a rush of emotions—relief, love, and gratitude.
He looks up as I approach, a sexy smile spreading across his face. “How did it go?” he asks, his voice steady and warm, drawing me close with that simple question.
“It’s over,” I say, my voice trembling with emotion. “They ruled it as self-defense. You’re not facing any charges.”
Whit lets out a deep breath, the tension visibly leaving his body. “I knew it would be fine,” he says with a confident grin, pulling me into his arms. “The label made sure of it.”
I wrap my arms around him tightly, feeling the solid warmth of his body pressing against mine, anchoring me in this moment. “Thank you, Whit. For everything. You saved me. In more ways than one.”
He pulls back slightly, looking into my eyes with an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine. “I told you we could get through anything together. Always together, little flame.”
A soft laugh escapes me, light and bright against the heaviness of the last few months. “I thought I’d lose you,” I admit, my voice barely a whisper.
His gaze softens as he cups my cheek in one hand, his thumb brushing away a tear I hadn’t realized I shed. “You were never going to lose me, Scarlett. Not now, not ever.”
“How do you feel? How was your last meeting?”
“I feel better than I have in a long time. But Scarlett, you are the one addiction I can’t and won’t quit.”
I lean into his touch, allowing myself to savor this moment—this sense of safety I’ve craved for so long. “I just want to go home. Can we go home?”
Whit nods, his smile transforming into a wicked grin. “Home sounds perfect. But first, let’s take a little detour.”
He pulls one of my rubber bands from around his wrist. “Turn around, baby.”
I look up at him with a puzzled expression. He has a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Do what I tell you, and I won’t have to turn that ass red.” It’s been so long since I’ve ridden with him that I forgot he braids my hair to keep the tangles out as we ride. I turn around, and he quickly starts weaving my hair into a tight braid.
“You look so fucking good in leather, baby. I can’t wait to see you in something else later.” He turns me back around and winks before placing a kiss on my lips. I moan softly, the feeling of his lips on mine is like coming home.
Whit breaks the kiss and helps me put my jacket on. He places a helmet on my head and helps me fasten it. I watch as he puts his own helmet on and gets on the bike.
He motions for me to join him, so I climb on behind him. I wrap my arms around his waist, and he takes off down the road. We ride for a while until we come to a little mountainside.
He pulls off the road and we sit there for a while, enjoying the view. I rest my forehead against his back, enjoying the feel of his muscles flexing under my hands. His hands start sliding backwards up my thighs towards my pussy.
“I can’t wait a second longer, baby,” he groans before grabbing me from the bike. He puts the kickstand down and pulls my pants and panties off in one swift motion. Whit pushes me over his bike, leaving my ass in the air, then kicks my legs apart. The cold breeze hits my fevered skin, making me shudder. Whit drops to his knees behind me and licks my slit before plunging his tongue inside my pussy.
“Oh, Whit!” I cry out, pressing back against his harder.
“Fuck, you taste like sin,” he growls. Whit laps at me like a starving man, his tongue delving deep inside me. I can feel him swirling it around, hitting all my sensitive spots. I grab onto his hair and push his face further into me.
“Fuck yes, little flame. Ride my face,” Whit grits out, his words vibrating against my sensitive flesh. The sound of his pleasure, and the feel of his tongue are enough to send me over the edge.
I scream, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave. My legs shake as Whit continues to lick me, prolonging my pleasure. Suddenly his face is gone and I’m left panting, until he grabs a ball of fresh snow and shoves it inside me. I scream again as the cold makes me ache and throb.
Whit stands and slaps my ass before leaning over my shoulder to whisper, “I believe ice play was on your little list, but I’m improvising,” he chuckles darkly.
“How does this frozen snow feel in your cunt, Scarlett? Does it make you feel full?” he asks, his hand on my back holding me to the bike.
“Yes,” I sob, my body trembling from the cold and the overwhelming pleasure.
“Your little pussy is so hot it’s melting the snow. I love it, little flame. It’s so fucking sexy.” He pulls the now wet ball of snow out of my pussy and sucks it into his mouth. “You taste so damn good. I could eat you all day.”
“Please, Whit,” I whimper, needing him inside me. “I want you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me.”
“Not yet, little flame,” he groans. He reaches around and grabs my breast, pinching my nipple through my shirt hard enough to make me cry out. “I love these tits of yours. They’re perfect.” He pinches my other nipple, making me cry out again. “And this clit of yours. It’s so fucking hard. Do you want me to touch it? Do you want me to make you come again?”
“Yes! Yes, please!” I plead.
He smacks my ass, and I yelp in surprise and pleasure. “I don’t think you deserve it. Not yet anyway.” He smacks my ass again, this time harder. “I want you to beg for it.”
“Please, Whit. Please. I need it. I need you inside me. Please,” I beg shamelessly. He smacks my ass again, harder still. “Beg some more, little flame. Tell me how much you need me. How much you need my cock inside you.”
“Whit, please! I can’t take it anymore. I need you inside me. Please!” I plead desperately.
“Good girl,” he praises in my ear. He smacks my ass once more before he rubs his hand over the tender skin. “Are you ready for me, Scarlett?”
“Whit, I’m desperate! It’s been too long,” I whine into the leather seat.
Whit pulls away and releases his cock from his pants. “Look at you, Scarlett ,dripping wet and ready for me. You look so beautiful, baby.” He lines himself up with my entrance and pushes in, filling me completely. I moan as he starts to move, his thrusts slow and deep.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’re going to feel it for days. You’re going to remember this moment every time you sit down.”
“Whit, anyone could drive by at any moment and see us,” I gasp as he starts to pound into me harder.
“I know, baby. That’s the thrill of it. Knowing anyone could pull over and see you getting fucked like my dirty little girl. You like it, don’t you? Being fucked out in the open?” Whit teases, his words turning me on even more. I can hear the sound of our bodies slapping together, the smell of sex heavy in the air.
“Yes.” I moan, my body on fire.
“That’s it, little flame. Feel me taking you. Feel my cock inside you where it always belongs.” Whit’s thrusts become harder and faster, his hands gripping my hips tightly. I can feel him hitting all the right spots inside me, and I’m close to coming again.
“Whit, please,” I beg, needing to feel his release deep inside me.
“Tell me who owns this pussy,” Whit growls, his voice deep and gravelly.
“You do. Only you, Whit. Please, give it to me.” I cry out, arching my back as I feel another orgasm building.
“That’s right, little flame. I’m going to fill you up with my cum, and then I’m going to stuff every last drop of it out of you so you’re full of me.” Whit groans as his thrusts become even more erratic. I can feel him swelling inside me, and I know he’s close.
“Come inside me, Whit!” I scream as I come apart, my walls clenching around his throbbing cock. Whit thrusts one last time and buries himself deep inside me, his release coating my insides. I can feel him filling me up, his hot cum spilling out of my pussy.
Whit collapses gently on top of me, his breathing heavy as he comes down from his high. I can feel his heart racing against my back, and I know mine is doing the same.
“Fuck, little flame. That was incredible.” Whit kisses my shoulder as he slips out of me, and I immediately miss the feel of him inside me. Whit stands up and helps me to my feet. I’m a little wobbly, but he steadies me with his strong hands. He tucks himself back into his jeans and zips them up. He runs his hand up my thigh, collecting our juices then shoves it back inside me.
“Better keep my cum inside you, little flame.” He leans down and gives me a kiss, his tongue slipping inside my mouth to tangle with mine. When he finally pulls away, we’re both breathless. Whit grabs my pants and panties from the ground and helps me put them on. He zips and buttons my pants before giving me one last kiss. Whit puts his jacket back on, and I can see the bulge of something else in his pocket. He must see the curiosity on my face because he pulls out a small black velvet box and holds it out to me.
“Whit, you found it?” I ask, my voice shaking with emotion. Whit smiles and nods his head. “I’ve had it since the night you threw it at me, but it belongs to you, Scarlett. Always has, and always will.”
He opens the box slowly. Nestled inside is his grandmother’s ring .
“Will you wear it again, Scarlett?”
I nod my head, unable to speak. Whit slips the ring onto my finger, and it feels like it belongs there. Like this is where it’s meant to be.
Whit smiles and cups my face, kissing me softly on the lips. “The world can have my music, but my heart? That’s locked with your name on it.” Whit says, his eyes sparkling.
I smile at him, my heart full. “My heart’s locked with yours too, Whit. Forever and always.” We stand there, holding each other, our hearts beating in sync.
“I can’t believe we just did that. Anyone could have seen us,” I say, a blush creeping up my cheeks.
Whit grins, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “That’s the fun of it. The thrill of the risk.” He kisses me again. “Come on, let’s go home.” Whit helps me onto his bike and we ride off, the wind in our faces and our hearts full.