Chapter 12 Scott
SCOTT
My first impression of Doug? Asswipe of the century. I make a quick escape from the coffee shop. On the ride home, my mind stews over it all, hands tight on the steering wheel, worried for Holly.
Then there was the matter of how she introduced me—as a friend. Indicated my stay at her aunt’s home was only temporary. Why does that bother me?
“Fuck my life.” I know why, and it snuck up on me. I’ve been letting my heart fall for once in my life. This has become more than fun and games with Holly.
My brain actually let my heart think beyond sex to playing house, to believing she could be mine. But at any moment could she run back to Peter in California with pressure from that dickhead who calls himself her father?
While waiting for her to arrive, I practically wear a path on the floors, pacing until the sound of her car pulls into the drive.
“We need to talk,” I start, opening the front door for her and Winston. But her tear-stained face stops me.
She doesn’t utter a word, simply kicks off her heels, lets the cat out of his carrier, and heads for the kitchen. Winston makes a beeline for his highest perch, always observing from up there like he’s an international spy.
Her mood is obvious as I watch her take down a wine glass, fill it with chardonnay and down the whole thing in a few gulps. I lean inside the doorway of the kitchen, and cross my arms, waiting as patiently as I can.
She fusses with a few dishes in the sink and then sighs and dries off her hands. She comes to me, leaning her back against the other side of the doorway, crossing her arms, too.
“You didn’t seem happy sitting with your father today,” I start.
“He hasn’t been happy with me since I broke things off with Peter.”
“Quite a long grudge to hold.”
“Douglas is a powerful man. Peter is his protégé, handpicked by him to be groomed to take over as CEO when he retires. He’s like the son he always wanted.
And…” She hesitates, sighing heavily again and dabbing a tear at the corner of her eye.
“The man my father wanted me to marry. He still wants me to, and that was why he met with me today. He gave me an ultimatum. If I don’t go back to Peter and follow through with the wedding, he cuts me off. ”
“What an asshole?” How dare ol’ Doug do this to his daughter?
So, I finally have the whole story. This is more than a mess, but a cluster. And more than I bargained for when I landed on this team. The old me would have run far away from this. But the new me, the one who found heaven between her legs, stays against the door frame, glued to her sad, blue eyes.
What she needs is someone to boost her up, help her stop wasting another tear on men like that. What she doesn’t need is an asshole parent forcing her to marry for anything but love. They don’t deserve her.
But do I? I’m just a self-centered and egotistical player who never does long-term relationships. What do I have to offer her?
Whatever I have, I’d give it to her it, I know that.
What the hell is happening to me?
“I can’t marry Peter. I don’t love him, not since I found out he was only in the relationship to appease my father’s plans.
Then there were all his indiscretions, like I couldn’t tell he’d been cheating.
Besides, Peter would force me to give up Winston, and I could never…
ever…” She breaks down, shaking and crying into her hands.
As much as the fur ball and this situation frustrate me, I know how much Winston means to her. I cross an arm over her head and lean against the doorway. My other hand cups her chin, forcing her to look at me. I swipe away the tears and say the first thing that comes to mind.
“Hey. Where is that confident woman I met in Vancouver? The one who stood in front of five hundred people and passionately gave a speech for a cause she cares about? Huh? Seems to me, you need to bring that woman out right now to give yourself a talking to.”
She sputters through her tears. “And what would she say?”
“That you can do better than all the Peters and Dougs of the world.”
“You’re so good for me.” She wraps her arms around me, fitting perfectly under my chin as I always knew she would. I hold her tight while she trembles through the sobs, but it’s not enough.
I lift her and carry her down the hall to my room. I shut the door behind me, not giving a crap about Winston’s schedule right now. What does he need? A cat massage? A pedicure? Fancy food direct from France?
Holly needs me.
I lay her down on the bed and hover over her, planting sweet and soft kisses with every swipe of her tears.
“What am I going to do, Scotty?” She asks, her voice barely audible.
“Forget them, baby. If they can’t see the incredible woman you are and give you the freedom to fly, then they shouldn’t be allowed in your life. You make money being Winston’s manager, right? Enough to be self-sufficient?”
“Yes. Plenty. And I just signed two more movie deals. He’s booked solid for the next few years.”
Never thought I’d be grateful for the star power of a grumpy cat.
“Perfect. Then, let Doug cut you off. No big deal, right?”
“You make it sound so easy. But it’s more than money.
Ever since my parents’ divorce, I’ve done everything to be noticed by him, done what he’s asked of me, hoping he’ll love me.
But he considers me only a pawn in his game.
A piece to force and move around the board.
I’m never enough. Why can’t I be enough for him? ”
My blood boils at what douche-canoe Douglas has done to her. Good thing I knew none of this when I came face to face with him in that coffee shop. My hand would have found its way into his face instead of a polite handshake.
“Enough? If you ask me, you’re too much for him. Can’t you see that he’s afraid of you and your star power? That’s right, you’re a star just like Winston. You don’t need him. You definitely don’t need Peter.”
“You’re right.” She sniffles and kisses along my jawline. “So right. All I need is Winston—and you, hot shot. Need you right now. So bad.” Her hands roam down into my sweats where she massages my cock and balls. I’m hard in seconds flat, but I can’t yet forget everything.
“Need me as a friend… or more?”
She pauses and looks me in the eye. “More. So much more. Need you. Want you. Deep inside of my pussy. Please, Scotty.” Her tiny begging voice moaning into my ear is my complete undoing.
“Fuck. You have me, baby. Don’t you know that? Since the night we first met.”
My hips grind my cock into her hands. I don’t even know who I am anymore. Where’s the player? Where’s the guy who just wants to fuck her for the season? He’s gone, leaving me one hundred percent pussy-whipped by this woman.
I feel like we should talk more, like this is a major step for us and needs words to cap it off, but I can hardly speak as she tugs my sweats down, reaching around to grip my ass.
“Make me forget them. No more Doug. No more Peter. Just you. Take me, Scotty. I’m all yours.”
She pulls down the top of her dress, baring her breasts to me. And I’m gone. Brainless. The only head thinking right now is the one between my legs that her hands are wrapped around, as I latch onto her nipple and flick my tongue around it.
I’m all action. If that’s what she needs, then she can count on me to deliver. We’ll figure out our situationship later. I gather up the hem of her dress and tear her tiny panties off. I love doing that. I’ll buy her a dozen of these stringy things and pull them off every time.
“You’re on the pill, right? Can I have you bare, baby?”
She moans and guides me to her slick center. I enter her wet pussy in one thrust, growling at the hilt.
“Yes, fill me up,” she purrs, squeezing my cock inside of her walls for good measure.
Oh fuck, I’m a goner for her, at the deliciousness of being inside of her. I remember the words she used to Winston the first day I arrived here.
“Am I your good boy?” I ask with slow, languid strokes.
“Mm. Yes, you are. My very best boy.”
“And you’re my good girl.” I pick up a rhythm, getting lost in her eyes. “Christ, I can’t resist you. Why can’t I resist you, baby?”
“Why would we even want to fight this between us anymore?” She breathes. She’s right. Why?
Nothing will ever feel as good as this with her. Not a single win on the ice, not holding that championship cup above my head one day. Nothing like this feeling I have with her.
My hips work and gain steam, our eyes lock, our fingers entwine above her head. With every thrust, she feels like home.
We come fast together, but I don’t stop. Hard again in an instant, I’ll fuck her all night long, making sure she knows, without any doubts, I’m the only man she needs.