Chapter 20
Fire to Flames
Spencer
Once Levi and Scarlett leave, I help my mom clean the kitchen. We clean and listen to music, and once the kitchen is back to shiny and clean, she sits down at the table and pats the island.
I take a seat next to her. “Sweetie, what you did for that sweet girl tonight made me so proud. I am so proud of you and the man you are becoming…” She tapers off, and I wait.
“Son, promise me if there is something wrong, you'll tell me. As a therapist, I can help, and I know something is going on in that house, and I know you do too.” I shake my head.
“No, mom, I don't know, they won't say anything. All I know is she's jumpy and scared, and I want to save her, I want to save them both.” She places her hand on mine as it fidgets on the counter.
“Because you have the biggest heart ever.
All we can do is wait for them to be ready, wait for them to trust you enough that they find comfort in your trust. What you did tonight was a save.
It's about the small saves too, just be careful.
I don't want you getting hurt while trying to save them.
Promise me, you'll tell me if you know something.” I nod.
“Yeah, I will.” She stands up and starts wiping the counter again, her movements anxious. “What is it? Do you know something?" I ask in her tone.
“Well, I know we've got to do something for her birthday on December 30th, oh, I need to write that down.
I also know her mom passed away, and she's never baked cookies before tonight. And that just breaks my heart.” Fuck, breaks my heart too.
“Go upstairs and shower, smelly boy, but come round here and give your ma a kiss first.” Doing exactly that, I kiss her and start to head up.
“Mom?” She leans against the wall. “Thank you, thank you for doing that for me today. I love you, and I'm glad you're my ma.”
I run upstairs before she starts crying, while talking about how I'm growing up too fast, yada yada yada. I take a quick shower and lie in bed, pulling my phone up.
Me
You made my mom's night.
Scar
She made mine.
Fuck, there goes my heart.
Me
Are you good over there?
Scar
Just on the roof contemplating a jump.
She is such a little shit. I smile, knowing she's fucking with me. Hopefully.
Me
SCARLETT DON’T MESS WITH ME.
Scar
Kidding, yes I'm lying in bed
Me
Good, go to sleep and quit your shenanigans.
Scar
But I can't sleep
Me
Is everything okay?
Scar
Yeah, I just can’t stop thinking about you driving me into this spacious king-sized bed and making me scream.
Fuck, this girl is going to be the death of me. My dick twitches in my pants at the thought.
Me
You're killing me, baby, because fuck, do I want to.
Scar
So do it.
Me
Don't tempt me, go to sleep before you get my dick cut off before I can use it.
Scar
That would be a shame. I guess I'll go to sleep so you can keep your dick, for selfish reasons, obviously.
Me
Night, Beauty Queen
I lay in bed re-reading our texts, because I am so fucked.
Today is the first day of training for Scarlett.
What she doesn’t know is that I actually know what I am doing.
When I was younger, my dad put me in every sport you could think of, helping me find the one I liked best. Baseball took the cake, but so did boxing and Taekwondo.
My dad has a black belt, and he wanted me to share his interest, which I did, and still do.
I love the power of boxing and the mental art of martial arts.
Scarlett hops out of the truck, looking around. “This is amazing.” We stand on a grassy plain just above the sandy beach, watching the ocean kiss the blue skies.
I hug her from behind and kiss her cheek.
“Let's get started.” She is dressed in leggings and a Scooby-Doo-themed t-shirt.
I smirk and shake my head at her attire.
“Nice shirt.” She looks down and shrugs.
“Alright, so I thought we could start with Taekwondo?” She shakes her head.
“Martial arts is a great form of self-defense. First, we need to work on your mental state before I teach you the movements. I step behind her, straightening her stance, stretching her back upward. There are five rules I want us to start with. I wrote them down for you, and instead of me reading them, I want you to read them aloud.” She looks hella good from back here.
Spencer, focus. She looks behind her, staring at me. I hand her the paper.
She holds it up and smiles. “Rule 1. You must not be afraid.” She swallows hard; I watch her eyes and begin circling her.
“Rule 2. Consider the attacker and then think about their weakness. 3. You must be quick and precise. 4. Control your emotions, use them for strength. 5. You need to remember you can’t be defeated.
” She glances up, and there it is, the look in her eyes; defeat.
I hold her wrists, gently, grabbing her attention from the paper.
“This is only going to work if you believe you can do it. I want you to memorize these, believe them, and believe in yourself.” She looks back down at the paper.
“You have to believe in yourself like I believe in you.” Taking back the paper, I start teaching her specific ways to stand, to ground herself.
She listens well and takes in my instructions, and all I want to do is maul her into the grassy field and take her for myself.
I want to take her and love her so hard that she never doubts her worth, her ability to do or be anything she wants.
When we are about an hour in, and her stance is solid, I kiss her, pulling away slightly and resting the tip of my nose on her forehead.
“I want you to change your view on fire. Instead of using the fire to harm yourself for relief, I want you to find the spark within yourself and light that bitch up so the demons you are running from see your flames and fucking run. Turn your rage into an inferno, shape it, direct it, make it burn FOR you, not against you.” Her face softens with lust and admiration, and with that, I kiss her.
She wraps her arms around my shoulders, tangling her fingers in my hair.
Fuck, she feels good. Our tongues move together in symphony, while her moans lace the cool October air.
Moving my hands down her body, trying to burn every divot, every minute detail of her body to memory, creating a blueprint.
Taking my hands, I lift her legs off the ground, wrapping them around me.
She locks her legs, and in doing so, her sweet warmth radiates onto my athletic shorts.
I want to rip this material away. I want to feel her softness, her wetness that is calling out for me.
I hold her as I move us towards the grassy plain, laying her gently flat on her back, her legs open wider, opening herself for me.
My body fits in between her legs like the gap was made for me.
I rub my erection into her crease, as it radiates with worth and need.
She pulls my hair, as her eyes roll back.
“Spence. I haven’t done anything like this before.
” She breathes into my mouth. I move my hands down her stomach and begin tracing the middle seam of her leggings.
“Let me show you how I can make you come with your clothes on. Are you wet for me, Scar?” Feeling the heat on my fingers sends me into shambles.
Applying pressure to her throbbing clit, I circle my fingers, making her back arch, and her kisses more demanding.
I can’t rip her clothes off, I can’t fuck her in this field.
She pulls my hair, then pushes my head harder into hers, deepening the already intense kiss.
I bite her bottom lip with desire, fueling her release.
She rocks her hips under my hand, as my finger circles her over the fabric.
Her breath speeds up, and her body trembles under me.
“Come for me, baby.” She tilts her head, arches her back, and moans the sexiest sound I have ever heard.
Fuck, I am about to come just by the damn sound.
Her lustful eyes find mine, and her flushed cheeks rise.
I kiss her once more, fueled with passion.
“That was the sexiest fucking thing.” She looks around.
“I was keeping watch; no one was around. I’ve got to get to practice, you're gonna get me in trouble.
" I helped her stand, and we walked hand in hand back to my truck. What she didn’t know was that I was already in trouble; I was in deep.