Hmmm . . . I’m not sure what to think about that.
Thirty-Nine
Legend
An hour and a half after we leave the slammer, we finally make it back to Curated, which seems empty with Roux still in Jersey with Bump.
Scarlett took her time getting Flynn settled at her apartment, which I would have done too if she were my sister. To say the normally ballsy girl was shaken is probably an understatement. But Q had a point—what she does on a regular basis is dangerous, and if she didn’t like being locked up, she probably should reconsider her stance on street racing.
I’m not sure whether that’ll happen or not, but regardless, Scarlett and I will both be here to answer the call if she needs us again.
“You think they’ll drop the charges?” Scarlett asks as she twists her hair into a messy bun.
“If she gets a lawyer on it. They’ll be able to prove she’s a student, no problem. And with her grades and her family’s good name, hopefully it’ll be an easy case.”
“What if they ask about the money she’s been using to pay her tuition?” Scarlett asks, concern creasing her features. “Wouldn’t large cash deposits suggest she could’ve been engaging in illicit behavior?”
“Hire her a good lawyer. I doubt it’ll even get that far. They’ll take care of it. I promise, ladybug.”
Scarlett bends her neck from side to side, and I move across the room to stand behind her and press my thumbs into her traps.
“Oh God, that feels so good.”
“Makes my dick hard when you moan like that.”
She twists to look over her shoulder. “Really?”
I lean forward to nip at her lips. “Of course. Damn near every fucking thing you do makes my dick hard. Taking your hair down. Putting your hair up. Watching you walk. The way you chew on your lip when you’re working through a problem.”
She turns in my arms, and I resettle my palms on her shoulders. “So . . . I know it’s been a long day, but . . .” Her gaze dips to my mouth.
“You asking me if I’m up to making you scream my name when you come? Because the answer to that question is always a yes, ladybug.”
A smile tugs at her lips as she leans in for a kiss. “Good. Because I could really go for a few orgasms right now.”
“As you wish.”
I take her mouth, deepening the kiss and tilting her head to the side. The first taste of her always sets me on fire and clears my mind of anything but Scarlett.
Dropping one hand to her ass and burying the other in her hair, I maneuver her toward the kitchen counter. My dick jerks against my zipper when she spears her fingers through my shaggy blond mane.
“I could kiss you forever,” she whispers against my lips, and I pull back.
“Good, because that’s the plan.” I lift her up onto the countertop and get lost in her. Her scent. Her sounds. Her shallow breaths that turn into whimpers when she wants more.
She’s greedy, reaching for the hem of my T-shirt and tugging it upward, scraping her nails across my abs, which are more pronounced now that I’ve been training like a madman and neurotic about my nutrition. Her moan of appreciation as she glides her fingertips across the planes of my muscles makes every fucking minute of work completely worth it.
As soon as my shirt clears my head, she stares at what she’s uncovered. “I told myself I’d make this last. That we’d go slow. But . . .”
“You want it hard and fast,” I say, my voice deepening, turning husky with the need she unleashes in me.
Scarlett catches her lower lip with her teeth and nods before releasing it. “At the gym . . . when you were all sweaty . . .” She squirms on the counter.
“You liked that.”
Her needy gray eyes answer for her.
“You wet now, thinking about it?”
Another slow nod.
“Damn, baby, that is so fucking hot.” I grip the edges of the countertop on either side of her legs and fit myself between her knees. “Don’t know why I’m surprised. You’re a five-alarm fire every damn time I get my hands on you. I’d let you burn me alive.”
Her pupils dilate, and I have to clench my teeth not to rip her off the counter and take her on the kitchen floor.
“I’ll fuck you like that anytime you want, ladybug. Including right now.”
I tuck my fingers into the belt loops on her jeans and yank her to the edge before freeing the button and tugging down the zipper. As I peel the denim down her legs, I press my face into her pussy, breathing deep.
“Goddammit, but you smell so fucking sweet. I’m gonna eat this pretty little cunt of yours first before I fuck you.”
Scarlett releases a shuddering breath, and her head rolls side to side.
I toss her jeans to the floor and scrape my teeth over the lace of her panties. Lavender. So fucking innocent and sweet. The exact opposite of what I’m going to do to her right now.
“You like to wrap that sweet pussy up pretty for me, don’t you?”
“Just for you,” she whispers.
“I fucking love it, but they’ve got to go.” I tug her panties aside, revealing her plump, slick pussy lips. It’s only been a few days since I’ve had my hands on her naked, but it feels like a lifetime.
I drag my tongue up one side of her slit and groan at her taste. “Like fucking whiskey. You go straight to my head.”
I give the other side the same treatment before circling her clit as Scarlett tries to buck against my face. I reach out and snag a wrist in either hand before flattening her palms out on the counter.
“Keep them here unless you want me to lose it and fuck you on the floor on your hands and knees, ladybug. I ain’t got much control tonight.”
Her fingers flex under mine, where they’re pinned, and I glance up at her face. Those gray eyes burn with hunger now.
“What if I want that? Should I do this?” She yanks her hands out from beneath my palms, and faster than I know what she’s going to do, she grabs my head and presses my mouth straight against her clit while she rides my face.
Holy fucking hell. My dick almost hurts with how hard it throbs, begging to be free.
Instead of jerking back immediately, I give her what she wants. I eat her cunt like it’s my last meal, grinding into her until her fingers tense and her scream breaks loose. I push a finger inside her just in time to feel her inner muscles flutter hard from her orgasm.
When I pull back, we’re both gasping for breath, and I’m ready to fuck.
“You asked for it.”
Her eyes widen as I pull her off the counter, stripping her of her shirt and pulling her messy bun into waves around her shoulders. She doesn’t miss a beat, going for my zipper and tearing it down, like it’s the one thing standing between her and salvation.
As soon as my dick is in her hand, she squeezes, and I grit my teeth against the massive wave of pleasure.
“I’m not coming in your hand, baby.” She starts to speak, but I shake my head. “Not your mouth either. I want my pussy, and I want it now.”
Standing naked in her kitchen, Scarlett’s lips curl into a siren’s smile. One that I’d follow all the way to hell, if that’s where she wanted to lead me. “Then what are you waiting for?”