“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” I can’t stop the words falling from my lips. I take her in from head to toe.
She’s brushed and fluffed up her hair, her face is clear, and her eyes are much less red after her crying and hungrier for what’s to come. I drop my eyes over her jumper and the slogan ‘And what?’ written across her breasts. I smile at even her clothes having attitude. I continue my journey down, over her skinny jeans, and to her sock-covered feet; they’re covered in little hearts showing just a little of her softer side that I’ve somehow managed to discover.
“She asleep?” she asks, looking at Belle in my arms.
“Pretty much. She keeps waking and having a little more.”
Suki turns and grabs her phone from her bag. Seconds later a soft and sexy beat fills the room. “Don’t move.”
“Okay.” I settle myself back a little, anticipation building to see what she’s going to do.
“Tell me what you want, Scott,” she demands.
“You.” The answer is simple and straight to the point.
“I’m going to need a little more detail than that.”
“I... uh…” I stutter thinking how I can express that I want everything to this incredibly selfless woman standing before me.
“Whoa, Scott ‘The Player’ Sullivan. You’re not nervous, are you?”
I swallow. “You know what? I think I am.” This is new territory for me. I don’t just want Suki for the night, I want her for forever, and that’s exactly what she’s standing there offering. I hope.
She laughs but doesn’t move aside from holding her hands out from her body. “So come on, tell me what you need.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Suki
Scott stands up with Belle in his arms. “I, we, need you, here, all the time. Forever and ever.”
I swallow. “You know this has been the craziest period of my life ever, and that includes me being abandoned?”
He sweeps the hair off my ear and leaning down licks at the lobe. “Crazy, but oh so right. Don’t you think?”
I think I’m beyond being able to think.
“I’m just going to put Belle in her cot.”
He leaves the room and I double check the playlist I put on. Satisfied, I quickly slip out of my clothes until I’m just left in my bra and panties.
Scott comes back into the room.
“She’s already as—”
He comes up behind me. His body warm against my cooling skin. His arms snake around my waist, his fingers trailing up my abdomen.
“What do you want, Scott?” I repeat from earlier.
“I want this undone and off.” He says, unclasping my bra and slipping the straps off my shoulder. The fresh air teases at my nipples as the material is removed. He flings my bra away and cups my breast.
Then his hand trails lower and he drops to his knees as his fingers fasten around the waistband of my lacy white panties and he pulls them lower, down my legs, and all the way down to my ankles until I step out of them. I’m now bare to him and he’s still fully dressed.
“Take your clothes off.” I command.
“Not so fast.” He turns me around to face him, clutching at my arse cheeks and pulling me further forward. “You asked what I wanted. I want your legs parted and my tongue between them. I want you riding my mouth hard.”
“Lie on the sofa.”
He does what I ask, and I sit astride his head and lower myself down onto just above his face. Once again, his hands grab my arse and then his tongue dances in my most intimate place.
“Fuuuucckk.” I gasp. “That feels so good.”
Scott continues to feast on my pussy. I run a hand through my hair, my eyes closed, as I move above him, becoming more and more desperate to come. He holds me firmly in place as his mouth’s motion becomes more fervent and I begin to ride his face, chasing my orgasm. It slams into me and I rock against him riding out the pleasure, my legs turning to jelly.
He flips me until I’m the one lying beneath him.
“Now what do you want?” I ask between breathy moans, my eyes closed.
“I want to be inside you.”
I open my eyes. “Scott…”
He places a finger across my lips. “I want to be inside you. To fuck you bare. You’re on the pill. I trust you.”
My eyes threaten with tears. This man, who’s been let down by so many people in his life trusts me.
“I love you.” I say.
“I love you too.” His mouth drops onto my own and we kiss, a long drawn out kiss full of everything.
When we eventually break off, I raise a brow. “Now do you think you could take your clothes off and fuck me, Scott?”
“No.” He says.
“What?” I try to sit up a little, confused at his rejection, and wondering if his fear is back.
“I’ve fucked many, many women, Suki, and yes, at some point I will fuck you hard, fast, and deep, but right now I’m going to make love to you, and that is something I have never done with another woman, ever.”
He removes all of his clothes and settles himself between my thighs. I trail my hands down his body, taking in all the curves and dips of his abs, heading down his happy trail and finally stroking his hard length and guiding him to my entrance. He pushes inside me slowly, and I raise my hips up to meet him. Gently, he fills me to the hilt, emitting soft groans.
“Fuck, you feel heavenly.” He states.
He continues to thrust slowly, driving me crazy, as he lowers his mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue teasing with mine. His finger strokes across my clit and I shiver with his touch.
“Scott, please.” I beg.
He quickens his pace and I match his rhythm. I run my fingernails down his back gently, then stroke that fine arse, feeling it flex as he moves inside me.
Then I can feel everything within me build and tighten ready to take me over the edge. I twist my hips up and meet his every thrust until we’re frantic, and desperate, and breathless.
He yells out my name as he comes. I feel his cum spurt inside me and then run down my leg. We collapse against each other, both needing a moment.
He picks up his cast off boxers. “Here, let me clean you up a little.”
“I’ll pop to the bathroom.” I tell him.
“Oh, we’re nowhere near finished yet, Sooks. Just give me a minute and then we’re going to do this all over again.”
And we do. All night long, on every available surface with the exception of Belle’s room. Finally, in the early hours, we curl up together in his bed, and he pulls me into his arms and kisses the top of my head.
“I’m glad you trust me, Scott.” I tell him. “I would never try to trap you.”
“I know you wouldn’t.” He murmurs into my ear. “But the biggest difference is that if you got pregnant, I realised I wouldn’t think it was the end of the world. Now go to sleep, or I’m going to want to have my way with you again.”
I think about what he just said. This man who used to infuriate me beyond measure, now holds my heart in his hands. And it just feels so right.
The next morning, Scott gets Belle ready and into her bouncer and he brings me coffee and toast in bed. I hutch up against the pillows and smile, rubbing at my eyes.
“Figured you’d be thirsty and have worked up an appetite.”
“I have. But I’m not sure my appetite is for toast.”
“Deacon’s coming.” He says and it’s like he’s just soaked my libido in icy-cold water.
“When?”
“This afternoon.”
“Do you need me to call Jenson to change my shift?”
“No. I can deal with Deacon and I’d rather it was just the two of us. I can’t know whether or not it’s going to be pleasant, so let’s enjoy the rest of the morning, go out for lunch with Belle near InHale and then we’ll walk with you to work before we come back here.”
“Did you mean what you said about my moving in here?” I blurt out, having had the t
houghts in my head. I’ve never been in any kind of serious relationship to know how to handle it. I just need to know where I stand, or whether his words came from a place of panic.
“Yes.” He sits next to me on the bed. “I want you here every single night. You belong here in this bed.”
“But it’s all so fast.”
“So should I give Belle back then, because she happened fast too. Well, in terms of her just being handed to me. I’ve known you longer. If she’s staying, why can’t you?”
I smile. “Please tell me she is staying. That Morgan isn’t going to get her back.”
“Morgan won’t touch our daughter again.”
Our daughter. My heart leaps in my chest.
“Two females came into my home recently, and two females are staying.” He kisses me tenderly. “Now get your breakfast, get dressed, and let’s get to the park.”
As I push Belle in her pushchair, Scott at my side with his arm around me, I think about how pretty damn near perfect this is. I cannot know, but I hope this is our future, the three of us together, a family; two people Belle can rely on to meet her every need. I’m sure there are going to be hard times ahead. Scott and I have to get to know each other better and raise a kid at the same time, but as I take a deep breath of the fresh air around me, I’m prepared to take a chance this time; to let my defences down and embrace the possibilities.
I can’t wait to see Carl’s face when I tell him who the love of my life is and that I’m moving in…
Chapter Twenty-Three
Scott
Trepidation fills me as I slide the key into the lock knowing that Deacon’s going to visit. He’s never been here and I’m sure my little flat will be beneath him. I’m actually surprised he didn’t demand that I meet him somewhere more... pretentious.
Leaving Belle to sleep, I have a quick tidy up. I tell myself that I don’t care what he thinks of my home, but I think I’m lying. He lives a life of wealth and luxury and here I am in my run of the mill, two-bed London flat.
Anger stirs within me that the only reason he has everything he does is because he had the means. He had the best education he could get while I was stuck in our local comprehensive and while I was caring for my mum in her last days, he was living it up at university and making preparations to take the publishing world by storm.
I remember the way Dad’s eyes used to light up whenever he spoke about Deacon like he was the best thing since sliced bread.
I’m still washing up when the buzzer rings out. Sucking in a calming breath, I dry my hands and walk over to allow him into the building. The temptation to leave him standing down there like an idiot does enter my mind but I don’t need to sit here wondering what he’s planning. Better to just get it all over with.
I open the front door and wait for his footsteps to fill my ears as he climbs the stairs. I try to look bored already when him and his fancy suit fill the space in front of me.
“No lift?” He raises a brow looking offended that I made him climb the stairs.
“No, no butler either,” I quip, regretfully inviting him inside.
The flat feels smaller the second he steps in and it feels like he sucks all the air right out of it. He makes a show of looking around. His eyes zeroing on the washing up I was doing.
“What do you want, Deacon? What’s so important that you had to visit?”
“I wanted to meet my niece. Where is she?”
Any normal person would have already seen her sitting in her bouncer by the sofa, but Deacon is no normal person.
I roll my eyes at him and turn away. “Would you like a drink?”
“No.”
“Okay, well, Belle is right there.” I point her out, feeling ridiculous for having to do so and not once removing my eyes from him.
“Hmmm…” he stares at my daughter who looks back at him with intrigue filling her eyes, either that or she’s having a shit. “Really yours, huh?”
“Yes. Why, would you like to claim she’s actually yours and take something else from me?”
He turns my way, his eyes assessing, but he says nothing, just judges.
I try again. “What do you want, Deacon?”
“Here.” Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out an envelope and passes it over.
“What the hell is this?”
“Open it and you’ll probably find out.”
Hoping it’ll make him leave faster, I rip it open and pull out the contents. “What the fuck is this?” I stare down at the cheque in my hand.
“Probably nowhere near what you’re owed.”
“Owed? I’m pretty sure I’m not owed anything.”
“Really? Because every time you look at me all I see is jealousy. Take that, buy a new place to live that either has a lift, or even better, a front door on the ground floor. Make a life for your daughter that you can be proud of, give her everything you didn’t have.”
“I don’t want your money,” I spit, throwing the slip of paper back towards him. It doesn’t get anywhere near him and just floats to the floor.
“Don’t see it as my money, see it as Dad’s. Take what you always deserved because I have every intention of ensuring he gets what he does.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing you need to know. Just take it and make a life for your daughter and that feisty woman you’ve got yourself.”
My hackles rise. “Don’t talk about Suki like that.” A slow smirk curls at his lips.
“Shame, I bet she’s a fucking riot in the sack.” My fists clench, my chest swelling with hatred for this man who’s meant to be my brother.
“Get out.”
“With pleasure, brother.”
He steps towards the door, surprisingly looking fondly at Belle.
“Before I go, you don’t need to worry about the mother any longer. She won’t be bothering you again.”
“What did you do?”
“Let’s just say she had a party for one with her favourite poison.” He turns his back like it’s the kind of thing he says on a daily basis.
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“She’s gone, Scott.” And with that he vanishes down the stairs.
I shut the door and fall back against it. “She’s gone, Scott.” Does that mean what I think it does?
Not wanting to put too much thought into what Deacon may or may not have done to get rid of my problem, I push from the door and head towards Belle. A piece of paper catches my eye before I get there and bending down to pick it up, I hold it in front of me.
That one piece of paper holds more money than I’ve ever known in my life. I don’t want his pity money, just staring at it makes me feel sick, but then Belle makes a gurgling noise and I look up to her.
“This is yours, baby girl. Daddy’s going to make sure you get everything you could ever want.”
The first thing Suki does when she gets home after her shift is ask how things went with Deacon. I’m not surprised by the question. She was adamant that she wanted to be here to support me, but she’d already spent enough time with him as far as I was concerned; she was better off out of it.
“He said it’s sorted. He didn’t really give me any details, but I think it’s safe to assume we won’t be seeing her again… ever.” Suki pales slightly. “Too late to look guilty, Sooks. You dance with the devil and this is what happens.”
“I’m not feeling guilty. She deserved everything she had coming at her. I just wish for Belle’s sake that she had a decent mother.”
“She has, Sooks. She’s got the best mother in the whole world.” Walking over to her, I press my front to her back and wrap my arms around her waist. She sighs and instantly relaxes against my touch. “He gave me money.”
“What?” she asks, spinning in my arms.
“He gave me a lot of money. Said it was what I deserved and that I should use it to get a better place to live.”
She tenses once again, her lips pressing into a
thin line. “He did what? How fucking dare he? He—”
“Shush. It’s okay.” I stroke my thumb down her cheek and she relaxes. “He’s right. This place isn’t really ideal. It’s too small for the three of us, there’s no outside space for Belle, and the stairs are a fucking ball ache. I do think we should start looking for somewhere new, somewhere for the three of us, but—”
“But?”
“I don’t want to use his money. Actually, we can’t use his money.”
“Why, what have you done?”
“I’ve already opened an account in Belle’s name and deposited the cheque into it. No one can touch it until she’s eighteen.”
“Wow, okay. Um… how much was it?”
I lean forward and whisper the figure in her ear.
She pulls back, her eyes as wide as saucers. “Fucking hell, Scott. That’s one rich baby you’ve got there.”
“I told you he was loaded.”
“I know but… shit. He wanted you to have that?”
“Fuck knows what he was thinking. No one ever knows what Deacon’s thinking. It’s probably blood money he needed off his hands or something.”
“And you gave it to your daughter?”
“It’ll just be money to her in eighteen years. Just think of the university she could go to, the travelling she could do, the house she could buy.”
A smile twitches at her lips. “I think it’s perfect, Scott. Nothing less than she deserves. And I also agree about this place. Let’s sit down, work out our finances with your new hours and we’ll see what we can come up with. I’ll let my lease go and we can start searching.”
“We’re planning a life together, Sooks. Can you believe it?”
She laughs. “No, I really, really can’t; but equally, I can’t think of anything I want to do more than spend my life making yours hell.”
“Pain in the arse,” I mutter before finding her lips and beginning the rest of our lives right here in the middle of the kitchen.
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