by Todd, E. L.
The door opened and Sean practically stumbled out. “Scarlet?”
“What?”
He breathed a sigh of relief then ran his fingers through his hair. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” I snapped.
He stared at me with anger in his eyes. “I woke up and couldn’t find you. You weren’t in the bathroom and you left your phone in the room. You scared the shit out of me.”
“I didn’t want to wake you.”
“Your absence is more likely to wake than an alarm clock, Scar. I can’t sleep without you. You can type in bed.”
I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to hide my emotion.
He was shirtless, standing in his boxers. Normally, I would yell at him to go inside because I didn’t want anyone to see him, but I was too upset. Sean recognized my pain immediately. “Babe, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I whispered.
He stared at me, trying to figure out what to do. After a moment, he walked inside and shut the door. I remained on the floor in the hallway, unsure if he would come back. The door opened again and Sean walked out, wearing basketball shorts and a t-shirt. He sat beside me and grabbed my hand. He said nothing for a long time.
His hand felt warm in mine—blazing. Somehow his body temperature was always scorching. Sharing a bed with him in the winter time always kept the cold away. His fingers caressed mine, lightly gliding across the skin. He brought my hand to his lips then kissed it before he returned it to my lap. He still didn’t say anything, waiting for me to speak first.
I looked away, hiding my face.
“Babe, let’s go inside,” he whispered.
“No.” I wasn’t sure why I said that. It seemed like I wanted to be ornery for no reason at all.
He leaned his head against the wall but didn’t argue with me. “You’re still drunk.”
That was obvious. My head was still pounding.
He grabbed my computer. “I’ll be right back.” He took it inside then returned a moment later. When he sat beside me, next to the wall, a man walked by then entered his room across the way. I was just wearing his boxers and t-shirt with no bra on, so Sean casually put his arm across my chest so it would block the outline of my tits. He was always possessive of my chest. He treated it like a separate entity, like how Cortland treated Monnique’s ass like a separate person. I was surprised he didn’t get mad at me.
After the man disappeared, he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him. “Let’s go inside, babe.”
“I don’t want to.”
He wrapped his arms around me and picked me up anyway. I didn’t fight it and let him take me back inside. He laid me on the bed then pulled off the clothes I was wearing. He tucked me inside the bed then placed the laptop at the foot of the mattress. “What is it, babe?”
I hugged my chest as I lied there, unable to say anything. I thought I would cry if I tried to speak.
Sean knew me better than anyone. He knew exactly what I was feeling without having to say anything. He pulled back the covers and climbed on top of me, pinning me down. “Nothing can get past me.” That was his promise to protect me from anything and everything.
I ran my hands up and down his chest. “I know,” I whispered.
“You’re safe.”
I wrapped my legs around his waist and held him close to me. I always felt better when he was near me, protecting me with his muscled frame and wide chest. There was nothing coming for me, but I appreciated the solid wall of concrete anyway.
He pressed his forehead against mine. “Babe, tell me.”
“I just had a bad dream.”
“About what?”
I felt the grooves of his chest with my fingertips, avoiding his gaze. “My mom.”
He didn’t react, keeping calm. “And what happened?”
“I—I don’t want to say.” I blinked back the tears.
He pressed his lips against the skin under my eyes and kissed the moisture away. “It’s okay.”
“It’s just hard for me to talk about. I wrote it down instead.”
“Do you want me to read it?”
I nodded.
“Okay. But how about you get some sleep first?”
“I’m too upset to sleep.”
“Then what do you want to do? Get some ice cream?”
“It’s three in the morning.”
“Vegas never sleeps.”
“What happened last night?”
“You don’t remember?”
“No.”
“I guess I’m not surprised. You got really drunk—all three of you. We stood by and kept an eye on you. Seriously, you three can drink more liquor than I can.”
I smiled. “We’re a bit crazy.”
“Do you have three kidneys?”
I smiled. “I store it in my boobs.”
“That explains a lot. Now I know why they taste so good.”
I chuckled but it came out weak. “Anything else happen?”
“You started talking about how good I was in bed, but you were talking to Mike when you thought it was me. I didn’t mind that at all.”
My cheeks reddened. “What did I say?”
“You went into detail, saying I could make you come without touching you.”
“I’m sure Mike loved hearing that.”
“And you kissed Monnique.”
“What?”
He smiled. “You made the three of us very happy.”
“Are you being serious?”
“Oh yeah.”
“You’re lying.”
“Nope. I kinda knew you had a thing for her.”
I covered my face. “Ohmigod. When did that happen?”
“At the club we were at. She complimented your dress, you complimented her ass, then it just took off. Next thing we knew, you two were kissing.”
“Please tell me you’re lying.”
He pulled my hands away. “Babe, it was hot. Don’t worry.”
“I’m not a lesbian!”
He laughed. “I know you aren’t.”
“I swear!”
“It’s okay. I’m not judging you.”
I closed my eyes, trying to disappear.
“So you don’t remember it?”
“No!”
“That’s a shame. Your first lesbian encounter gone to waste.”
“Did Mike see?”
“Oh yeah. And he watched the replay.”
I opened my eyes. “You recorded it?”
“Yeah. You wanna see?”
“Delete it.”
“Okay.”
“Now. Who else recorded it?”
“Just me. Everyone else was too stunned. Well, except Ryan.”
“I want you to delete it now.” I didn’t want that footage leaking on the internet, winding up somewhere it shouldn’t, and I didn’t want it to be used as blackmail against me.
“Babe, you don’t trust me?”
“That isn’t the issue. I just want you to delete it. Please.”
“Okay, okay. I’ll delete it. It’s okay.”
My heart rate slowed down. “I’m so embarrassed.”
“Why?”
“What do you mean why?”
“We’re in Vegas at your bachelorette party. Who cares if you kissed girl? You were having fun.”
“What if your parents find out?”
“You think I care? My dad would give me a high-five.”
I growled in frustration.
“Babe, they aren’t going to find out. And who cares if they did.”
“I do.”
“Like my dad said, you need to stop caring about what other people think.”
“I just don’t want people to think I’m les, especially you.”
His mouth spread into a smirk. “I know you aren’t.”
I pulled him close to me and hid my face in his chest.
“Your heard hurt?”
“Yeah,” I said with a
groan.
“Take something?”
I nodded.
“Well, it’s bedtime, then.”
“I don’t want to sleep.” I pulled away and looked at him.
“Then tell me about your dream.” He ran his fingers through my hair.
“I would rather you read it instead.”
“Why?”
“I just can’t talk about it.”
He sighed. “Okay.”
“But I don’t think you should.”
“Why?”
“It’ll hurt you.”
He cupped my face. “I’m already in the worst pain I’ve ever felt in my life, Scar. I hate seeing you scared and scarred. At least now I’ll understand why. Together, we’ll get through it and move on. I’ll carry your burdens for you, but I can’t do that if I don’t know what happened.”
“Okay.”
“How about I read it tomorrow when you’re feeling better?”
“Okay.”
“Unless you get wasted again and kiss Janice.”
I glared at him.
“I want to encourage you to explore your sexuality.”
“I only want to explore my sexuality with you.”
“Good answer,” he said with a smile. “Now go to sleep.” His hand moved under my back and he started to rub my muscles while he ran his fingers through my hair.
“I don’t want to sleep.”
“You’re like a child who doesn’t want to take a nap.”
I pulled down my bra so my tits were bare.
His eyes widened and his hand flinched.
I pulled down my underwear while he stared at me.
He swallowed the lump in his throat and his cock sprang to life against my stomach. “I think you’re very emotional right now and should just close your eyes and get some rest.”
“No.”
He stared at me with a heated gaze. “Scarlet.”
“I want to be with you. It makes me feel better.”
“You want to sleep with me because you’re depressed?”
“Yes and no. When we’re together I don’t think about anything else. Our bodies are connected and I feel safe and protected. I know that you love me and I feel that in my heart. It distracts me from my fears and anxieties. I want you to make love to me. It’ll help me relax and fall asleep.”
“I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
“You’re marrying me.”
“That doesn’t mean anything.”
“It doesn’t?”
“You know what I mean, Scar.”
I pulled down his shorts but he didn’t stop me. “Do I have to beg you?”
“No.”
“Otherwise I’ll call Monnique instead.”
He smiled. “I wouldn’t stop you.”
I pulled his shirt over his head. “Tell me you love me.”
He cupped my face and looked into my eyes. “No. I’ll show you.” He moved further over me then placed my legs over his shoulders. I loved the look in his eye, the face he made when he made love to me. He got as close as he could, his face pressed to mine and my legs pinned against his chest. I felt so small compared to him. He was at least three times my size.
I dug my fingers into his hair and waited for him to enter me. Slowly, he pushed against me and slid inside. I gasped like I always did when I felt him. He always felt so good. He moved inside me gently, slower than usual. I didn’t feel the sexual arousal like I always felt when we had sex. I just felt the throb of love in my heart. When I was broken and depressed, he made me feel loved and safe. I was everything to him and I felt it in every gesture he made. I was his entire world and that made everything more bearable. As long as I had him in my life, my past wouldn’t get me. My mom couldn’t touch me.
I felt the tears bubble in my eyes, not from sadness but joy. I finally had someone that would do anything for me other than Ryan. He was devoted to me, obsessed with me, and loyal to me. Now I didn’t have to feel afraid all the time. I had someone to take care of me if I needed it. I didn’t have to be strong all the time.
Sean looked into my face and saw my tears. His eyes started to water as well. I cupped his face and held him closer to me. “I love you so much,” he whispered. His eyes were turning red as he looked at me. The sight burned my heart. I never thought this would happen. I always thought I loved Sean more than he would ever love me. I was fine with that. It’s exactly what I expected. But now I was totally wrong. He loved me far more than I could ever love him. It wasn’t even a close race.
8
I felt my arm move across my chest. I didn’t want to open my eyes but I was curious why Sean was moving me around in such an awkward way. One eye opened and I saw Sean pointing his phone at me.
“Don’t move,” he whispered. “Close your eyes.”
I sighed then closed my eyes. I felt him place his large hand on my ribs underneath my breasts, which were covered by my arm.
The bed shifted as he moved slightly to take more pictures. “You’re so beautiful, Scar.”
I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was looking at his phone, scrolling through the pictures he just took. I looked at my hand, which was placed on the pillow. My engagement ring shined even in the darkness of our hotel room. “Why do you always take pictures of me?”
He didn’t look at me, his gaze focused on his phone. “You’re my muse.”
“How many pictures do you have?”
“Five hundred.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“I need to get a better data plan so I can hold more.”
“And what are you doing to do with all those pictures of me sleeping?”
He shrugged. “I like to look at them. You’re so different when you sleep.”
I raised an eyebrow. “So I’m not beautiful when I’m awake and alert?”
“Well, you are talking. That’s why,” he teased.
I hit his arm. “What do you mean?”
“You’re just different. It’s my fantasy. You’re lying next to me, wearing the ring I bought you. The world is quiet and everything else seems irrelevant except for you. I can stare at you all I want and never be caught.”
“That sounds a little creepy.”
He smiled. “I’m a creeper when it comes to you.”
“Maybe I should put some clothes on…”
“Nope,” he said as he placed his hand on my waist. “You’re mine.”
“Getting creepier…”
He rubbed his nose against mine as he chuckled. “How are you feeling, babe?”
“My head doesn’t hurt as much, but I feel totally paralyzed. I don’t want to do anything today.”
“Well, we already have plans.”
“What plans?”
“We’re meeting downstairs for breakfast.”
“Ugh.”
“Ugh? You love to eat.”
“Not right now.”
“Come on. You’ll feel better after you have a shower.”
“Can we just lay around and fuck all day?”
His eyes widened, his interest piqued.
It had the exact effect I wanted.
Suspicion clouded his mind. “I know what you’re doing.”
“Damn.”
“Now let’s take a shower.”
I shook my head. “No.”
“I’ll make you.”
“Give it your best shot,” I challenged.
He left the bed then walked into the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on and the water fall. When he came back into the bedroom, he was naked. His cock was hard and it immediately caught my attention. He leaned over me and kissed me gently, his tongue lightly touching mine. He made me gasp with need.
“I know what you’re doing,” I said between kisses.
“Damn.” He broke our kiss then walked into the bathroom.
Now I was turned on, so I followed him inside the shower.
He smiled when he looked at me. “Works every time.”
&n
bsp; I grabbed the small shampoo bottle offered by the hotel and squirted it into my palm. I rubbed my tits while I stared at him then soaped my ass. The bubbles were covering my smooth body, dripping on the tile floor. Sean watched me with heat in his eyes. I continued to massage my breasts while he looked at me. When I started to get more aroused from touching myself I felt dirty.
“God, I love these,” he said as he grabbed my tits and massaged them. My hands moved to his chest then down to his erection. “You have the nicest tits I’ve ever seen.”
“Thanks.”
He pushed me against the wall and let me stroke him. “You’re so good at that.”
“I know,” I said with a mischievous smile.
He moved one hand between my legs and started to finger me. His other hand continued to grip my breasts, massaging it in his palm. We stared at each other while we touched each other, the warm water falling on us.
“Harder,” he said.
I moved up and down his shaft with a quicker speed.
He continued to finger me while he rubbed my clitoris. My pussy was on fire and I felt myself begin to melt.
When he closed his eyes and groaned, I knew he was going to come. He always made the same face. He shot out on my breasts and stomach, slightly thrusting into my hand as he came. “Fuck, you’re so hot.”
Seeing him crumble before me made my own walls collapse. I bit my lip as I came. His eyes became dark and heated as he watched me, his fingers rubbing me harder. I grabbed his shoulders and held on tight so I wouldn’t fall over as I leaned my head back and moaned.
“You look so beautiful when you do that.”
I rested my head against his chest as I recovered from the momentum.
He pulled his fingers out then placed them in his mouth, sucking on them. “Sweet as always.”
Now I was sleepy and still hung over. I just wanted to go back to bed.
Sean read my mind. “No. We’re going down to breakfast.”
I whined.
“You’ll feel better after breakfast.” He turned off the water then patted me down with a towel. He rubbed my breasts longer than necessary then wiped the area between my legs.
“You’re such a pervert.”
“I won’t refute that.” He placed the towel in my hair then dried the strands. When he was done, he sniffed the fabric. “Smells like you.”