Chapter 29
I Promise
Spencer
On my first day back, my mom begged me to stay home with her for one day. My mother and I have always been close. We spent the day doing laundry from our weekend away. With her and Dad traveling two hours away to watch my game, the least I could do was fold some clothes.
“How is sweet little Scarlett?” As her words fall, I instantly smile, because one, it’s cute that my mom is thinking of Scarlett, and two, this is starting to feel like a trap.
My mom loves to know everything about everyone, and then she will give her best therapeutic advice.
I fold the towel and look at my mother. Her brown eyes look worried, they seem to have fallen slightly.
Her short hair is pulled back in a bright yellow butterfly clip, which makes me chuckle.
“I think she’s doing alright. I haven’t seen her since I’ve been back, but it is on today’s list of things to do.” She smiles at my response, nodding her head. “What is it, Mom?”
My mom has always been an open book; her face reveals all her feelings, whether she wants you to know them or not, she can’t stop herself from expressing them.
I can sense her emotions, and it kills me that she won’t tell me.
We have always been open and honest throughout my entire life, which has been a significant foundation of our relationship.
She allows me to feel any emotion I need, to vent and rage, to cry, to express joy, and to be hyper when too much energy is pent up.
She has never made me conceal any emotions; she made me learn how to control them, rather than letting them control me.
She sets the clean, neatly folded clothes into a basket, and sighs.
“I know their mom killed herself, and I just can’t help but think what mom would leave her children.
I would never leave you.” She places her hand on my knee and gives a gentle squeeze.
Then she finds my eyes again. “Spencer, the day you rushed over and asked me to bake with Scarlett, why did you do that? I didn’t ask because I’d do anything for you regardless of the reason, but now I’m curious.
” I think back to that day and how Scarlett reacted to walking up to Grant.
Taking a deep breath. “When we got to her house, Grant was home, and her body tensed in a way I’ve never seen.
I could feel her fear, Mom. It scared me, and I didn’t want to leave her there.
I haven't seen any signs of him hurting her, but something is going on.” She nods her head and agrees with my statement. What could be going on?
She stands up, getting ready to take the basket to her room.
“I see the way you look at her, Spencer. I sense the love radiating from you. Cherish that feeling, son. You have a big heart, and I know you will do what you feel is right. If you want, they could come for dinner, it’s pizza night.
” Bless my mom and her wisdom, I want her to tell me what to do.
How to save her from something I know nothing about.
After spending half the day with my mom, I decided to text Scarlett and see if she is free.
Me
Hey, are you home? I miss you.
Scar
Not right now, Levi and I are at the shopping center, looking for new outfits for his birthday party on Friday. I can text you when we’re on our way.
Me
Yeah, my mom asked if you two wanted to come over for dinner.
The question is, how will I tell her that I still haven't talked to Levi? I tried, I did, could I have tried harder? Yes, but damn, it’s terrifying.
I could lose my best friend, and Scar, if this goes south.
I can’t lose either of them, and by staying quiet, I’m also saying safe, which means I get to keep them both.
Scar
Sure!
Excitement fills me to the brim; it has only been two days, but I can’t wait to see those green eyes and lush lips. Then, my thoughts shift to not having told Levi, and I am at a loss.
Heading to the kitchen, Mom is in there, hard at work, starting her famous homemade pizza crust. Pizza night has always been my favorite.
She makes three homemade pizza crusts, and then we make our own.
She cuts up everything and anything that might be good on pizza and fills the island.
Mom, Dad, and I make our way around the island, loading up our crust, consistently turning out amazing.
“Hey, Mom, they are going to come for dinner, so I thought I’d help.
” Her smile grows immensely, “Want to do mini pizzas so everyone can make their own? I’ll help with the dough.
” She nods and pats the already-made dough, just needing to be shaped and given time to rise.
She starts flouring the island and getting our rolling pins ready.
“Mom, I need some advice…” She gives me a small smile and nods for me to continue as we mold our dough.
“I need to tell my friend something, but if I tell him, it might hurt him, and in doing so, I could lose him and another friend, but I don’t want to keep a secret anymore; it's exhausting, and he deserves better than a best friend who keeps something from him.” She stops molding her dough and shakes her head.
“Spencer, sweetie, you're trying to talk in tongues, and I know exactly what you are trying to avoid asking me. My advice as a mom is to get that girl, sweetheart. She is kind, she is gracious, and you put a sparkle in her eye that is lacking…” She pauses and sets her dough-filled fingers on top of mine. “My advice as a therapist is to weigh your options, what positives can come from confronting said best friend, and what are the negatives? How much will the person get hurt, and is it survivable? Keeping secrets is heavy, son, and they will always come out. It is better to open the door willingly than to have it crash open, hurting people you didn’t mean to hurt.” She rubs my hand, turning it over.
I take hers in mine and squeeze it, because honestly, I’d be lost without my mom.
After a few hours, there’s a knock at the door; Levi and Scarlett have arrived.
I jump off the couch and open the front door.
Levi is looking awfully spiffy for dinner at a best friend's house, so clearly he has other plans later. Then, there’s Scar.
She is, as always, a damn bombshell. Beauty Queen may have been a joke to her, but I’ve meant it from the moment I saw her.
She’s wearing athletic shorts and a white T-shirt, showcasing her summer tan.
Her hair is in a high ponytail that cascades down her back seamlessly.
My heartbeat immediately speeds up whenever she’s near, my body gravitates towards hers, desirous for her embrace, my lips buzzing with the need to be against hers.
“Hey.” Levi nods and heads straight for the food source as Scarlett follows. My mom embraces Scarlett in a big, long hug, making her smile widely. Then she turns her attention to Levi and ruffles up his hair.
“Hello, other son, how are you tonight?” He places a handful of shredded mozzarella into his mouth, mumbling.
“Good, starving, I’ve got a date tonight.” He smiles sheepishly, making eye contact with me.
Just as I was about to call him out, Mom takes the lead: “Son, you can’t call a booty call a date.” She winks and starts giving instructions on the pizza-making process. We all make wild ass pizza, putting damn near everything on it.
Dad is basic, putting only pepperoni; Mom does Canadian bacon and pineapple, and Scarlett adds sausage and mushrooms. Levi, on the other hand, adds everything available, and I follow because why not?
Then, into the oven they go, filling the house with an aroma that has all of our stomachs growling and mouths watering.
“Scarlett, sweetie, can you go into the pantry and find us the Parmesan to go on top. We never carry fresh; it's the powdered kind. The unhealthy way tastes better on pizza.” Scarlett chuckles and walks into the hallway, entering the pantry. A few minutes later, and she still isn’t out.
“Boo.” I sneak into the closet and pantry, wrapping my hands around her waist. “Got my girl,” I whisper into her ear and pull her tightly.
She jumps, but then pushes herself against me.
Turning her around, I grip her waist, stealing a long, deep kiss, devouring the lips that have been gone for too long from mine. She places her hands on my chest.
“Spence, they are right out the door.” I backed her up against the shelves, pushing the front of my body into hers, wishing these clothes were of no object. Her breath hitches as I reach above her head, grabbing the cheese container.
“Found it,” I whisper into her parted lips.
“But I wonder, Beauty Queen, if I slid my hands down your shorts and stroked your sweet pussy, would you be wet for me, baby?” Scarlett bites her lip and lets out the tiniest moan.
I put my finger to her lips, shhing her.
I let her tremble for a moment, wondering if I would follow through with my request; damn, do I want to.
I slide my finger down her shorts, finding no underwear.
My eyes darken, taking in her bareness instantly making my dick twitch.
“Scar, are you teasing me, with no panties?” She smirks and shakes her head into my neck.
I bite her neck lightly, allowing my finger to graze her warm, needy bud.
Instead of giving in, I grab her hand. “Let’s go, Beauty Queen, drip for me while you eat your pizza, and after dinner, you can be my dessert.
” She swallows hard, watching her throat bob as we walk out of the pantry door.
“Found it! It was on top. Shortstop Jr. here couldn't get it.” Levi looks up and laughs. We all sit around the dining room table laughing about life, school, and stupid jokes, after we all indulged in too much pizza. Levi stands from the table, “I’ve got to get to my, ugh, thing.” He smiles at my mom. “I’ll come back and clean up after.”
My mom shakes her head, and my dad laughs. “Son, don’t take it personally, but we do not want your hands washing our dishes after you're done, doing your ‘thing’.” He bursts out in a deep, happy laugh.
Levi hugs both my parents and thanks them for dinner, looking back at me and Scarlett.
He waves. “Be back soon.” Then he heads out the front door.
Scarlett, Dad, and I start cleaning up the mess we made.
Once the kitchen is how Mom likes it, Scarlett and I turn towards the stairs, trying to be discreet about our departure.
We make it halfway up, and my mom yells, “Spencer!”
I smile at Scarlett, pushing her up against the wall, “I know, Ma, I won’t get this sweet girl pregnant!
” I yell back downstairs. Leaning into Scarlet's neck, I whisper, “But fuck, I’m gonna practice.” I feel her legs give out as she leans into me.
I steal her lips and push her into my room.
Picking her up by her legs, she wraps them around me.
When her back is placed gently on my bed, she relaxes her legs, letting me fall between them.
Kissing her intensely as if kissing her is the only thing that keeps me breathing, she runs her hands through my hair and down the back of my neck.
My dick grows shamelessly as I push it into her hot center.
I start kissing her neck, moving down to her breasts, sliding my hand under her shirt, lifting it just enough to expose her belly button and soft skin.
Kissing her flesh makes my body spiral with lust. Her taste has me addicted.
Sliding my hand down the front of her shorts, I feel just how much she wants me to.
“So wet for me, baby. Are you going to let me taste you?” She lets out a gasp and sucks in her breath hard before breathing it out as she shakes.
“I haven’t done this before,” she says nervously, running her fingers through my hair.
“Perfect, my fingers are going to be the first ones to touch you, my tongue the first one to taste you, and then my dick will be the first, and only one to stretch you.” She squirms at my words laced with desire and heat.
“Yes, I want it to be you.” She nods her head in excitement, arching her back as my finger rubs the swollen, needy bud. Moving my hands to the waistband of her shorts, I hook my fingers over the top and tug them down, exposing her completely.
“Scarlett?” I slide my head between her thighs, so my breath hits against her soft, wet flesh.
Her legs automatically try to press together; my closeness to her most intimate area is an unfamiliar intrusion.
Using a hand placed on each thigh, I gently open her back up. “Keep these wide open for me, baby.”
She lets out a little moan, making me feral.
“Did you come to my house for dinner and not wear underwear?” She bites her lip and chuckles softly and breathlessly.
“Yes.” She moans as I drive my finger into her perfect cunt, making her arch her spine. I sink another digit into her, making her moan once more.
“You're such a bad girl, Scarlett, but you do it so fucking well. Do you want to come for me?” She nods frantically.
I kiss the inside of her thigh before running my tongue through her middle.
Her taste is magical, sweet, and addictive.
My fingers and tongue glide in unison, making her legs fall open wider and her moans become deeper.
I slow my rhythm and look up at her, “I know it feels good, baby, but I need you to be a good girl and try to be quiet. Now, come on my face, baby.” She presses her lips together and lets out a soft whimper.
I swirl my tongue, taking my cues from how her body tenses when I curl my fingers, hitting that sweet spot inside, making her lose her mind.
Her body convulses, her breathing labored, legs shaking, moans muffled.
As she explodes and comes all over my tongue and fingers, I lap it all up, her pussy feeding me my dessert.
I crawl my way up to her face and smile down at her flushed face, feeling pretty damn proud of how hard I made her come. “Such a good girl, staying quiet while you soaked my face. Did you like that?” Cheeks flushed with the biggest grin, she giggles.
“That was incredible.” She lies on her back, defeated and worn out, catching her breath.
“Spence… Why didn’t you talk to Levi?” I place my hand on her face, pushing back the hair that came out of her ponytail.
“I did try, I tried on the way down, but then we got interrupted by the team, then we had the game, after that he went out and got really drunk, followed by him sleeping the entire way home. I’ll talk to him, Scar, don't worry about it. Should we wait until after his birthday? I’d hate for him to be pissed off, kill the vibe?
We can both tell him together the day after, I promise?
” I watch her face change while she processes what I said.
“Okay, we can tell him together the day after his party.”