Lover's Roulette, (Forever and Always #6)

by Todd, E. L.

  “No, I don’t want anyone else, Scarlet. That won’t be a problem.”

  Warmth radiated through my body. I liked knowing he only had eyes for me.

  “But I want you to tell me the moment the sex isn’t working for you. I don’t ever want you to be unsatisfied. That’s when people start to cheat.”

  “Sean, I’m more than satisfied. Don’t worry about that.”

  “I mean down the road in the years to come. If you want to spice it up, do something new, whatever—I’ll do it. Just tell me.”

  “It’s a two way street.”

  “I already know I can get you to do anything,” he said with a grin.

  I narrowed my eyes at him. “You just went from being sweet to being an asshole really quick.”

  He chuckled. “Sorry.”

  “I’m glad we talked about this.”

  “Yeah. I’m glad you aren’t going to leave me at the alter.”

  “Sean, I would never do that.”

  “I’m just afraid you’re going to wake up and realize how much better you are than me.”

  “That isn’t true.”

  He shook his head. “The fact that you’re ignorant to it makes it even better.”

  “You’re amazing too.”

  “No, I’m not. Scarlet, I grew up with a maid that cleaned my room, did my laundry, and made all my meals. I had a private tutor for every subject. I never went to high school because I went to a private academy. My mom and dad were the most loving parents any child could ask for. They weren’t just good parents, but amazing role models, especially my dad. Sometimes they made me angry, but I never doubted their love for me. My entire tuition was paid for when I went to college, and I already had a job waiting for me when I was done. It really didn’t matter if my grades were good or not. My life was nothing but stable and secure. I always felt emotionally and physically safe. Scar, you never had that and looked how you turned out. I admire you.”

  I looked away, not wanting to get emotional or feel the tears start to bubble. I didn’t talk about my past that often with Sean because it hurt too much to discuss it. My mother was evil. It was hard for me to hate anyone, but I definitely hated her. Only Ryan knew the extent of my pain and that’s because he shared the same heartache.

  Sean grabbed my chin and made me look at him. “Babe, I didn’t mean to upset you. I just think you’re the most beautiful person in the world, on the inside as well as the outside, and I admire you. I’m honored you’ve picked me to share your life with. You started with nothing and made a wonderful life for yourself. If I were in your situation, I would have given into the darkness a long time ago.” He kissed the skin under my eyes then pressed his lips against mine. I could taste the salt from my tears. “I want you to know that I’ll always take care of you. You don’t have to be so brave all the time, not with me. I know that’s hard for you, but I’m going to be your husband now. You don’t have to be scared or afraid of anything ever again.”

  “I know,” I whispered.

  “Are you ready to tell me the story?”

  Sean knew some things but not everything. I wanted to spare him the pain. But now that he was my future husband, I thought I should tell him my experiences. I didn’t keep anything from him. He knew about my first period, the first time I had sex, when I dropped my phone in the toilet after I already peed, the first time I fingered myself, when I got a tampon stuck inside me—everything. I wasn’t embarrassed or frightened to tell him anything. “Yes, but not now.”

  He nodded. “I’m honored that you would share it with me.”

  “Sean, it’s going to hurt you.”

  “It already hurts me.”

  “It’ll be worse.”

  “You’re going to be my wife. We split every load. I feel every pain you’ve ever felt.”

  I nodded. “Okay.”

  He pulled me to him and let me rest my head on his shoulder. “We’re going to have a beautiful life together, babe.”

  “I know.”

  “And you’ll be a wonderful mother.”

  “I hope so.”

  “You will.”

  I cuddled next to him and thought about how far Ryan and I had come. We somehow survived the travesty we endured, and we hid our pain so well that no one noticed or suspected it.

  I looked at Cortland across the aisle. He was reading the paper with Monnique leaning against him. Her arm was hooked around his waist and her eyes were closed. I really liked her as a person and as Cortland’s girlfriend. He used to be so depressed and sad about Elizabeth. I’m glad he found what he was looking for. I wondered if Monnique knew the truth about me and Cortland. I doubted it. When she found out, I hoped she wouldn’t act like Sean and make it into a bigger deal than it needed to be.

  Cortland turned the page of the newspaper then his eyes widened. “Scar?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Your wedding announcement is in the paper.”

  “What?” I said as I sat up. “But we didn’t submit any pictures or do an interview.”

  “It’s not an article, just an announcement. You name is listed but there’s a picture of Sean.”

  I grabbed the newspaper and looked at it. Sean was wearing a suit in the picture and it looked like a candid shot. He was standing in front of the building his family owned in New York. It was about a year old. I skimmed the paper and saw my name. Nothing else was mentioned about it. It was mainly talking about Sean, who was the son of one of the wealthiest people in the country. I was only mentioned once.

  Sean looked at it. “I hate that picture.”

  “Why would they publish this? You aren’t even from Seattle.”

  He shrugged. “They probably had nothing else to write.”

  I sighed.

  “Babe, they mentioned your name one time. No one is going to notice.”

  “You think?” I asked hopefully.

  “Unless your mom reads every single word in the paper she won’t notice. And from the way you described her, she probably can’t read anyway.” I nodded, hoping he was right. “And she doesn’t even know you’re dating me, so why would she read the article? There’s nothing to worry about.”

  Cortland raised an eyebrow. “Who are you talking about?”

  Ryan looked at him. “Scarlet and I aren’t close to our mom. That’s all I’m going to say.”

  Cortland still looked confused but he didn’t say anything.

  Ryan continued. “Sean’s right. There’s nothing worry about.”

  I looked at the paper again. “It even says where and when the wedding is,” I said in an annoyed voice. I looked at Sean. “Did you tell your mom to call the paper?”

  He glared at me. “You seriously think I would do that?”

  “No,” I said. “Ugh. I hate your mom.” I knew it had to be her. The more publicity for her family, the better.

  Sean didn’t say anything even though I thought he would.

  Ryan gave Sean a sympathetic look. “I’m sure if she knew you didn’t want it published in Seattle, she wouldn’t have done that.”

  Sean sighed. “I’m sorry, babe. I should have talked to her and made it clear she shouldn’t do that. I’m so sorry.”

  He really seemed upset by it, which I didn’t want. “It’s not your fault, Sean. We don’t even know if your mom made the call. We’re jumping to conclusions.”

  “The important thing is,” Ryan said, “is that Mom won’t notice the article, won’t read it, and won’t show up. It’ll be fine.”

  Janice looked at me. “I’ll deck her myself.”

  I smiled at her.

  “Get in line,” Sean said in a dark voice.

  I folded up the paper and handed it back to Cortland. “Sorry for crinkling it.”

  “It’s fine,” he said. He gave me a concerned look. “You okay?”

  I nodded. “Yeah.”

  “I’m here if you need to talk.”

  “It’s okay. I have Sean.”

  He nodded then loo
ked away.

  I wanted to fill him in but I knew now wasn’t the best time.

  Sean ran his fingers through my hair. “Babe, it’ll be fine. I’ll make sure nothing happens.”

  “I know.”

  “This is going to be the best day of your life. Nothing will spoil it.”

  I nodded.

  He still seemed bothered. “Babe, let’s cancel the wedding and do something small in Seattle. That eliminates the problem altogether.”

  I grabbed his hand. “It’s okay, Sean.”

  “No. This is your day. What do you want?”

  “To marry you.”

  He pulled me closer. “Just tell me to cancel it and I will. I’ll take of everything. You won’t have to deal with a single phone call, caterer, florists, nothing. I’ll do it. We can get married in Vegas instead.”

  I was moved that Sean was willing to do anything and everything to make me happy. I felt like I was the only thing that mattered. “Let’s stick with the plan. Besides, how trashy would it be if we got married in a drunken city?”

  “I couldn’t care less if it was trashy. Don’t act like you aren’t,” he teased.

  I smiled. “You know me so well.”

  “And I know you’re filthy.” He rubbed his nose against mine. “Now tell me what you want to do. As long as you marry me, I don’t care where it’s at, who marries us, or what you’re wearing. Just say the words, ‘I do’.”

  “Let’s get married in Connecticut. Ryan is right. I doubt my mom will notice, and even if she did, I doubt she would fly all the way to your parents just to ruin the day, yell at me, or pick a fight. I was just overreacting.”

  “If you’re sure.”

  “Yes.”

  “Let me know if you change your mind. I don’t care if it’s the day before the wedding. I want you to have the day you deserve.”

  “It’ll be okay.”

  He studied my face for a long time before he finally leaned back in his chair and relaxed. This was Sean’s day too, and I wanted him to have the wedding he wanted. Everything would be fine. My mom was a bitch but she was too lazy to go that far just to sabotage my wedding day, if she ever found out about it at all. There was nothing to worry about. I pushed the thought to the back of my mind and forgot about it for the rest of the trip.

  3

  When we walked into the hotel room, Sean threw the suitcases on the ground like they were live grenades.

  “What’s your problem?” I asked as I sat on the bed.

  “We didn’t keep up the tradition.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “The plane. You didn’t like let me fuck you.”

  “It’s not a tradition, just obscene behavior.”

  “Well, I’m really disappointed now.”

  I patted the bed next to me. “I’ll make it up to you.”

  That got his interest. He immediately sat beside me. “Baby, I’m yanking your chain. I know you haven’t been having a good day.”

  “Every day with you is a good day.”

  He laughed. “Yeah okay.”

  “After you pulled your head out of your ass, at least.”

  “That sounds better.”

  “Come on. We’re meeting everyone downstairs in a little bit. I would like to come before then.”

  His eyes widened. “I’m not going to say no to that.”

  “It’s part of the deal.”

  “I don’t need to be reminded.” He grabbed my face and kissed me, stealing my breath away. Sean was such a good kisser. Somehow I always forgot. When he pressed his lips against me, it always took me by surprise. He always made love to me with his mouth. I’ve kissed guys that had no idea what they were doing, their tongue flying everywhere and saliva just dripping from their mouth. Sean had a classy kiss, if that could be described. He used his tongue but not too often. His lips did most of the work. When he pulled away then rubbed his nose against mine, my heart always fluttered in my chest.

  He grabbed my scarf and yanked it off then removed my cardigan, revealing my red bra. His mouth trailed down my neck and to my chest, where he kissed the top of each of my breasts. I knew Sean was obsessed with my tits. They were large in comparison to my small frame. Their size made me look even smaller. By the time I was in high school, I was already a B cup. The guys immediately noticed me. They stared at me the way Sean was staring at me now.

  I was anxious to see him naked so I pulled off his shirt, revealing his naked chest. His back muscles rippled as he moved and his stomach was tight and firm. My favorite features were his wide shoulders and prominent chest. When he lay on top of me, fucking me, I felt completely dominated by his large size. I unbuttoned his pants and saw his cock spring out. It was big and long, just like the dildo I used to have.

  Sean unbuttoned my jeans then pulled them down, leaving me in my underwear. His lips moved to my stomach and my belly button before he moved back to my mouth. He grabbed my thong then pulled it off. “How do you want it?”

  “It’s your turn to choose,” I whispered, running my hands over his chest.

  “As long as I get to fuck you, I don’t care what we do.”

  I grabbed his cock and jerked him. “Come on, Sean. How would you like to fuck me?”

  My words and hand gestures were getting to him. He started to breath loudly. “I want you on top.”

  I knew he would say that. When I leaned over him, my tits were in his face and he lied there while he watched me ride him. He never lasted long when I was in charge.

  “But I won’t last long so we’re doing you first.” He pushed me onto the bed then crawled on top of me, separating my legs. Before I speak or even breathe, he was inside me. My thoughts ceased and the carnal side of me came out, scratching my nails into his skin and breathing his name. He pounded into me with even strokes, sending me closer to the brink every single time. He closed his mouth over mine and kissed me, running his hand up my leg then across my stomach. His lips were toxic and made me feel sensations I never knew were possible. The head of his cock continued to slide into me, stretching me because of its massive girth, and his lips made love to mine, making me spiral out of control. The orgasm arrived and made my legs shake.

  I gripped him tighter, feeling him reach deep inside me. The burn exploded in flame between my legs, making every thrust that much more enjoyable. I was so wet that I felt him slide in easier as he continued to fuck me. I never felt more aroused with anyone but him. I was like a geyser of water. He pressed his hand over my clitoris and rubbed it in a circular motion, making my orgasm feel that much better and satisfying. It lasted a few seconds longer, making all the stress I had earlier in the day melt away. He stared at me, watching me come.

  I grabbed his face and kissed him, rolling him over at the same time. He was still inside me as I started to ride him, my tits in his face. I grabbed his hands and placed them behind his head, making sure I did all the work. I rose up high so the tip almost came out then slammed back down, taking him in completely. Sean grabbed my left hand and placed it over his heart, his fingers touching my ring. He stared at me, mouth open as he watched me ride him. His fingers interlaced through mine as he thrust his hips upwards. When he started moaning and grabbed my hip, I knew he was about to explode.

  “Come for me,” I whispered.

  That sent him over the edge, practically yelling as he came inside me. His hand squeezed mine until he was completely done. He lied back, catching his breath.

  I leaned over and kissed him on the head.

  Instinctively, he grabbed my tits and kissed the nipple before he closed his eyes.

  “Why do you do that?” I asked.

  “Hmm?”

  “You always hold my hand, touching my ring.”

  He opened his eyes again. “It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

  “How?”

  “You’re committed to me. The ring symbolizes it. Everyone knows you belong to someone. I get off knowing that someone is me. Whe
n I wear my ring, you’ll see exactly what I mean.”

  “That’s creepy but sweet at the same time.”

  He chuckled. “I’m a creepy guy.”

  I leaned down and licked his chest, feeling the sweat on my tongue. “I’m not normal either.”

  “No, you aren’t,” he said as he closed his eyes. “You’re the biggest whore I’ve ever met.” He yawned. “I’m so glad my future wife is such a slut for me.”

  I rolled my eyes but he couldn’t see me. He seemed to think that sex was the most important thing to me, that if I desired him sexually I wouldn’t run off with someone else. I wasn’t sure why he thought that. I loved him because of so many other reasons. His moves in the bedroom were just a bonus.

  When his breathing started to change, I knew he drifted off to sleep. We were meeting downstairs, but I knew Sean was tired. I decided to let him nap while I went down and joined my family. Sean would text me when we woke up.

  As soon as we landed, I felt the scorching heat of Nevada. They weren’t kidding about the heat. I pulled on jean shorts and a top with sandals, which I hardly wore in Seattle. I took the elevator downstairs then went into the lobby of the Bellagio hotel. We agreed to meet in the bar so I walked inside. Cortland was sitting at the bench, a beer in front of him.

  “I’m glad someone decided to show up,” he said as he pulled out the chair next to him, allowing me to sit down.

  “Where’s Monnique?”

  He took a drink of his beer. “She was tired from the travel.”

  I smiled. “So that means you had sex and now she’s sleepy.”

  “You caught me,” he said with a smile. “She always gets tired after sex. I can barely get her up.”

  “Well, it’s pretty exerting. You screw like an animal.”

  He turned in his chair and looked at me. “I can’t tell if that’s a compliment.”

  “I came back for more, didn’t I?”

  “I do have game.”

  I crossed my legs as I looked at him. I was glad that our relationship had been saved. We could be completely open with one another, which was appreciated. I told Sean everything since he was my best friend, but I liked talking to Cortland too. He and I had a connection the moment we met. We just got along. Sometimes I wished he was a girl so I could spend even more time with him, but then I realized that would be weird because I did sleep with him a few times. And he was remarkable in bed.