"A date? With who?"
"Like it's any of your fucking concern. Now, answer me. What do you want?"
"Selene accused me of cheating on her with you. Last night. When we came by your neighborhood, she accused me of gazing up at your window." He tells her this in a playful tone, as if mocking his girlfriend. He probably was.
"I wouldn't blame her for feeling that way. But seriously, I care about this because...?" She crosses her arms over her chest and shifts her weight on her feet.
"Because maybe she's right." He steps closer to her.
"What? No, we have not fucked since you've been seeing her. I'm many things but a home wrecker is not one of them."
"It's not like I'm married to her." He leans in and tries to kiss her cheek but misses when she pushes him away.
"Robert, stop. Go home." Scarlett turns to leave and is pulled around again.
"Baby, please, one more time. For old times sake." Robert leans in to kiss her. She raises her hand and blocks it. His lips land on her palm. She grips his face lightly and pushes him away.
"No. Go home." Scarlett turns again and tries to fight the tears threatening to spill over. She's not upset that he wants her; she's upset that she's not overwhelmed with joy about it. Did the rendezvous with Jace do this to her? She shakes her head and starts to walk away.
"Scarlett, please!" Robert pleads behind her.
Scarlett stops and hangs her head. She fists her hands and suddenly, a familiar scent fills her nose. She lifts her head and the tears that had threatened her suddenly leave, to be replaced by a huge smile. "Jace."
* * *
"I was worried when you didn't show. I was hoping something hadn't happened to you." Jace steps forward and tilts her head up as he leans in, capturing her lips. Scarlett runs her hands up around his neck and pulls him close. He breaks from the kiss and hugs her to him. His voice drops to a whisper. "I was going to come back after cleaning up. I was trying to remember how to get back then heard the scuffle. I stayed hidden until I felt I was needed."
"Thank you," she whispers. Pulling back, she smiles again. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting. Are you ready?"
He nods and looks up at Robert. "Friend of yours?"
Scarlett turns to face Robert and she almost laughs. His face is red with anger and she can tell he's gritting his teeth. He would do this when angry, stressed or irritated. Maybe right now he's all three. "Umm... sort of. Robert, this is Jace. Jace, this is an acquaintance of mine, Robert."
Robert's lips twitch in irritation and he steps forward, offering his hand to his rival. "Pleasure," he growls.
"No, the pleasure is mine." He shakes Robert's hand. "Although I'll be honest; she's never mentioned you on any of the dates we've been on."
"Oh really?" Suddenly the tension fades from Robert's face. Scarlett feels the blood run from hers. She senses what's coming. "Scarlett used to be my girl. Well sort of, more like a friend with benefits." He shrugs. "Too bad she didn't mention that."
"Oh wait, no she DID mention you." Jace looks at Scarlett and she tries to hide her fear, but fails miserably. "So he's the one? The one you told me about?"
Confused, Scarlett goes with it and nods. "Y-yeah, that's him."
"Oh well, then, I understand what you mean."
"Come again?" Robert asks.
"Exactly. That right there. If you don't please your woman, she'll walk out of your life."
"Umm, what?" Robert's features turn angry and he glares at Scarlett.
Understanding where Jace is going with this she grins and shrugs. "What?" She grins at Robert then laces her arm through Jace's. "I'm ready for brunch. Shall we?"
Jace nods and they turn their backs to Robert. "Fuck you both. You deserve each other," he mutters.
"I'll take that as your blessing." Jace calls back.
Once out of earshot, "I thought you didn't live here?" Scarlett asks him.
"That was your assumption, and a bad one at that." He winks at her.
"Wow, I'm normally such a great judge of character."
Jace raises his brows. "Yeah, I can tell with superman back there."
"Oh shut up!" She grins and he winks at her. "And thank you for that. It wasn't necessary. He was about to give up."
"I know it wasn't, but I wanted to." He grins at her. The two walk towards a bistro and she tosses her empty latte cup in the trash. Jace settles in next to her. "Besides, I told you I wanted to watch you next time."
"Oh, you were serious about that?"
"Absofuckinglutely I was serious." He leans in and kisses her cheek. Whispering for her, "You're fucking amazing. I want more."
She closes her eyes and feels her stomach sink to her feet. "Is that all you want?"
"What?" Caught off guard he pulls back and looks at her, confused.
"Is that all you want? To fuck me again?" The people in the restaurant turn and look at Scarlett.
"Why... why would you ask that? Did you not enjoy yourself with me?"
"That's not what I asked you!" Scarlett stands up and walks away from the table.
Jace follows close behind her. "Did I miss something here?"
She turns and looks at him as they step outside. "No, I did. I'm sorry." She turns and walks away from him. She fights the tears that, again, threaten to fall down her cheeks.
"Scarlett!" He calls after her but she continues to walk.
Turning the corner she stops and leans against the wall and begins to cry. "What the fuck is WRONG with me?!" She swipes at her face waiting for the moment Jace comes around the corner to chase after her... but that moment doesn't come. She stands there a moment longer and her stomach drops again. She turns away and starts her walk home.
* * *
A month has passed since Robert broke things off with her. A week has passed since she met Jace. Valentine's Day is tomorrow and she's fucking miserable. She had a sure lay with Robert but he decided to settle down with Suzie Fucking Homemaker. Then he came back, wanting more. What is it with him? Wanting something he, now, can't have? What did Selene have that she didn't? What was she offering that Scarlett couldn't?
Then there's Jace. He blew her away with their one night stand. Thinking about that now, she wonders if she brought that upon herself.
I told you I wanted to watch you next time. You're fucking amazing, I want more. "My god, I thought... that's my problem, I fucking thought!" Scarlett groans and her head rests against the back of her couch. I want more. "Does he want to fuck me again or see me? DAMMIT!" She raises her head up, getting more pissed at herself. "I'm NOT this girl!"
Images of Jace move through her mind; the way he handled her body, the way he possessed her, the way he held her. "We didn't fuck though," she tells herself.
Sighing she decides to call it a night and go to bed. Tomorrow is Valentine's Day and she intended to spend it at home, miserable, with Ben & Jerry Cherry Garcia.
* * *
Valentine's Day. The day of renewed love, engagements, marriages and a whole lot of I love you's and chocolate. "I hope those fucking bitches out there get a damn fat ass from all those chocolates they'll inhale today!"
Walking to her freezer, she pulls out her pint of Cherry Garcia. Fishing a spoon out of the drawer, she comes across the spoon that Rebecca had given to her for Christmas. It's dipped in chocolate with crushed peppermints on it. "Well, you'll have to do first."
Plopping down on the couch in her boy shorts and tank top, her hair bounces in the messy pony tail pulled at the crown of her head. Grabbing the remote she turns on the TV. Gone With The Wind is on AMC. Rolling her eyes she scrolls through the movies until she comes across something having nothing to do with Valentine's Day.
"Clint Eastwood. Heartbreak Ridge. My daddy would be so proud." Tossing the remote next to her, she begins licking the chocolate off the spoon and crunching on the peppermint. The condensation from the Ben & Jerry's ice cream tub forms a ring on her glass table.
Getting into the movie, she tastes plastic o
n the spoon and looks down. All of her chocolate is gone and she shrugs. You'll get a fat ass from this, she mentally tells herself. Reaching forward, she intends to make sure that happens, at least today anyway.
Dipping her spoon into the ice cream, she slowly pulls it from her lips and chews on the goodness that is Cherry Garcia. She jumps suddenly when there's a knock at her door. Grabbing another bite of ice cream she pulls her robe off the couch and puts it on. Making her way to the door, she leaves the spoon in her mouth and looks out the peep hole. All she sees is a brown teddy bear. Furrowing her brows, "Who is it?"
"Saint Valentine," comes the gruff voice.
Scarlett gasps. She quickly unlocks the door and yanks it open to find Jace on the other side. Her eyes are wide and she takes in the sight of him.
Jace purses his lips and raises brow. "There must be something good on that there spoon."
"Hmm? Oh god," she yanks it quickly from her mouth and chunks it inside her apartment. It lands on the floor after it hits something metal. She quickly wipes her mouth with her hand. "What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to apologize to you for the other day." He holds out the bear for her. "Peace offering." She looks at the bear then looks up at him, still speechless. "So, may I come in?"
"Oh, sorry!" She quickly steps aside and remembers in that moment what she has on and what she was about to devour. "Oh god, umm..." She races across her room and closes her robe, then grabs the pint of ice cream. Rushing towards her kitchen she forces the lid back on then shoves it into the freezer. Closing her robe up around her she comes back towards the door and finds the spoon on the floor.
Jace chuckles and steps further in, closing the door behind him. "I wanted to come by to apologize. I had not intended to leave things as they were."
"What do you intend then?" Feeling self-conscious, she folds her robe around her body and crosses her arms. "You don't owe me anything."
"I feel as though I do." He steps closer to her and reaches up, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "I'm sorry."
"For which part? Being an amazing fuck or wanting more of it?"
"Is that what you thought?" He asks her.
"That's what you said." She lowers her gaze.
"I said I want more because I do. More of you. I want to get to know you. We had an amazing time at the bar, laughing and cutting up. You have this carefree way about you I find refreshing. And if that fuck up Richard..."
"Robert."
"Yeah, him. If Robert couldn't see that, he's a damned fool."
Scarlett stands there looking at him, having no idea what to say. Then the cadence of Heartbreak Ridge starts up. Model T Ford and a tank full of gas. Mouth full of pussy and a hand full of ass. She tries not to giggle and Jace purses his lips. "I'm sorry, Jace. I didn't realize..."
Before she can finish he closes the distance and cups her face then kisses her softly. "I'm not a surfer either."
Scarlett smiles and shakes her head slightly. "I know. I want to know everything."
* * *
She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him closer then kisses him again. Pushing against her, he walks her towards the couch and gently lays her down on her back. She moves her legs around his torso and he lies on top of her.
Scarlett begins to tug at his shirt and pulls it over his head. Her fingers move over his chest then around his back. His smooth skin feels like silk on her palms. He moves his lips down below her ear and his breath is heavy in her ear. Her fingers move down and push at his jeans.
Jace sits up suddenly and unbuttons his pants and pushes them down, kicking them off his feet. Reaching down, he hooks his fingers in her panties and tugs, revealing his prize. "Beautiful," he tells her. She smiles up at him then sits up.
Capturing his lips she pushes his boxers down, then gently grabs his dick, stroking it in her hands. He groans softly against her lips then pushes her back down on the couch. She continues to stroke him, pre-cum lightly touching the palm of her hand. She brings him closer to her and presses the head against her pussy. He pushes inside of her and she moans against his lips.
He pulls back and gently pushes back inside of her again. His breath fans across her lips and he does it again. Her lips part and she whimpers his name. He leans in and kisses her as he pulls back and thrusts. Her hands wrap around his back and his thrusting turns a little faster and harder.
"Jace...," she whispers. He opens his eyes and watches her for a few more minutes.
He slows down then kisses her. "I want you to turn over." She raises her brows and smiles. Pulling out of her he sits up then takes her hand, pulling her up. He kisses her, his tongue wrestling with hers.
Quickly she turns around and bends over the couch, looking back at him over her shoulder with a smile. He runs his hands over her ass then spanks her once. She whimpers, "Mmm, do it again." He grins and spanks her once more.
Moving closer to her on his knees, he runs his hands between her thighs then his fingers rub against her clit. Her lips part and she gasps. "Now I will talk to you and you will listen and answer me." She opens her eyes and raises a brow. He rubs her clit harder and she yelps in pleasure, her juices beginning to cover his hand. "You like that baby?"
"Yes." She tells him in a whisper.
"I can't hear you." He massages her clit faster; his other hand spanks her ass.
She moans and grinds her pussy against his hand. "Yes!" She shouts.
"Much better. There will be times I will tie you up with intentions to only want to pleasure you. I may fuck with you so much then demand you not to cum. If you do, you'll pay for it, baby."
"Holy shit, Jace..." Her voice trails off for a moment. "God don't stop... that's fucking insane and hot!"
He grins and his hand moves from her clit and he grabs both sides of her hips, pulling her back towards him. He reaches down for his cock and grabs it, pressing it against her ass. It slides down her ass until he pushes into her pussy. His hands grasp her hips and he thrusts hard against her.
Scarlett's fingers grip her couch and she moans out loud. "Harder!" She screams. Jace growls and thrusts harder and faster against her while his balls slap against her clit.
He reaches up and fists his hand in her pony tail and yanks her head back. "Dammit you feel good."
"Holy shit, fuck me!" She screams. Jace thrusts faster until he feels himself begin to build up his orgasm. "I'm cumming!" She screams. He lets go of her hair and grabs her hips.
He thrusts harder; as fast as he can. He lets out an enormous growl as he cums hard. His fingers tighten in her hips and he thrusts once, twice more until he leans over against her, kissing her shoulder. "Damn baby."
"No shit." She answers then lets out a soft laugh. "That was amazing!"
"Yes it was." He grins and cups her face. Leaning into her he kisses her.
"Care to shower with me?" She asks with a seductive grin.
"If I can get more of this; more of you and your lips on mine, fuck yeah I will!"
She laughs and sits up as he pulls out. "Happy Valentine's Day baby." He leans in and kisses her.
"Oh, does this make me your girlfriend?" She asks, teasing him.
"If that's what you want," he replies.
"I don't want complicated. I want fun, relaxing and more of this." She tells him.
"That's everything I'm looking for. And that it's you? That is an added fucking bonus." He grins and leans into her again and kisses her.
"Then I'll be your girl as long as you'll be my Valentine." She laughs and kisses him.
"Mmm. You're my naughty valentine." He chuckles and scoops her up, making his way towards her bathroom, closing the door behind them.
Our Naughty Honeymoon
Jessica Ingro
He Loves Her
Are you ok? I'm getting worried about you.
The text went through, and I turned back to my suitcase and zipped it up now that I was officially done packing it. It wasn't like Jacob not to keep me up to date when
he was at work. It kept me sane to know he was safe. For the most part, I was okay with the dangerousness of his job, but there were still times when my stomach churned whenever he was at a crime scene.
Tonight he was called out for a hostage situation, and I had yet to hear from him. I had complete faith that he would make a difference though. I knew better than most how persuasive Jacob could be. And he was damn good at his job.
When my phone rang, I jumped and dove for it on the bed, hoping it was him answering my text. Seeing it was Sophie, I smiled knowing that her newborn baby Duncan was finally sleeping. It was the only time I got to talk to her anymore.
"Oh my God, Kara. Did you see the news?" She said frantically after I answered the phone.
The fact that she sounded frightened made horrible images of Jacob being hurt flash in my head. "No. Tell me now. Quick."
I raced out of the room and ran down the hall into the living room as she spoke. I grabbed the remote and anxiously pushed buttons until the local news came on.
"That doctor who helped you is being held hostage! It's all over the place. Some asshole husband who was beating on his wife decided to take his anger out on her. It isn't looking good for her. He's had her for like eight hours."
I dropped to my butt on the couch and stared in horror as the images flickered on the screen. 'Disgruntled husband holds doctor hostage at Sibley Memorial Hospital' scrolled along the bottom, and I listened to what the reporter was saying. "Officers have the emergency room locked down and patients are now being rerouted to other local hospitals. Captain Duane Zimmerman has informed us that they do not believe the doctor has been injured, but only time would tell. He eluded that the longer Ted Yates has Megan Huntley at knifepoint, the less likely it is that she'll be uninjured. We'll continue reporting live as the story unfolds."
My hand covered my mouth in horror as I fought against the bile rising in my throat. Dr. Megan Huntley was one of the kindest souls I had ever met. She took the time out of her busy schedule to sit with me when I was in the hospital recovering from my injuries. She listened to me when I talked about the terrifying experience I had with Cory when he brutally attacked me and tried to rape me. She even gave me her home number and cell number, in case I ever wanted to talk.
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