“And I’m supposed to be happy with that? Just let my daughter fuck around with a man only a couple of years younger than I am?”
“No one said you have to be happy about it, but she’s eighteen. So you just have to respect your daughter and trust that she’s going to make the right decisions.”
Standing, Winslow begins collecting her notes, slamming them on the surface of the table to have them perfectly aligned. “Take it from me, Noah. If you punish her for loving, you will lose her, and that is far more painful.”
I take her final words with me on my way to the garage, letting them replay repeatedly until I’m in the seat beside my daughter. Her eyes are on me as we sit in the quiet, waiting for me to break the tension. I don’t do that, though. Instead, I reach across the center console and bring her into my side, holding my baby girl to me while I kiss the crown of her head.
“Daddy?” she questions, apprehension and unease ringing throughout her voice.
“Shh,” I hush, soaking in her soft cherry smell. She’s always carried this scent, said it was her favorite ever since she could speak. I absorb it now, reminiscing about the days when I was the only man she ever loved before whispering, “You’re free, Scarlett. They have nothing, not on you… or Theodore.”
She freezes in my hold, with not a sound to be heard but the delicate rasps of her breathing. Then, finally, after a moment of trembling and muted cries, she gasps. “What are you saying?”
Pressing another kiss to her head, I say, “Everything is going to be alright, sweetheart. Whatever you did,or didn’t do, they’ll never know. No one will ever know.”
You got away with it.
Scarlett Dane
EPILOGUE
Eight Months Later
“I want you,” I whisper, running my fingers through his sweaty, wild hair. Theodore’s flushed, grinning face pops up from between my thighs, the bottom half of his beard coated in me.
I swipe my finger across the seam of his lips, collecting a droplet of my juices. He watches as I suck the flavor off my skin, my breathing becoming shallow while his hand disappears from my thigh to somewhere below the bed frame. The sounds of his fist pumping his length to steel overwork my nerves, electrifying them until I’m squirming on the sheets.
“Theodore!” I shout, yanking him up by the hair. He laughs at my aggression but follows my pull, dropping into my chest with a kiss. He makes sure to cherish every inch of my bare body until our lips meet.
As I suck my taste from his tongue, Theodore slides his cock inside me. The force behind his thrust robs me of my breath, but he swallows it down, stealing another piece of me.
My cries grow louder with each powerful stroke. I can feel his skin beneath my nails as I rake my fingers down his back. These are the only scars I’ll ever leave, the bloody ribbons of our love.
Theodore hisses as I claw down his spine, but the pain is something he craves with me. Always mixed with our moments of pleasure.
“More,” he grunts in my ear, twisting his fist in my hair to expose the length of my neck. My vision becomes fuzzy once he sucks the pulse on the side of my throat between his teeth. I feel it hammering against his tongue while his cock swells within my clenching walls.
Just as my climax creeps through my nerves, Theodore pulls himself from my body. I let out a soft whine, when suddenly he wraps me in his arms and carries me somewhere across the room. It’s a little hard to pay attention to where we’re going when he sucks my tit into his mouth. Lost in the throes of this euphoria, I fail to notice the sounds of life down below.
Now outside on the balcony, overlooking the heavy Los Angeles traffic, the nighttime wind blows across my naked backside. Goosebumps erupt all along my spine while Theodore traps my lips between his teeth.
Setting me down on the stone table beside the glass barrier, he gazes upon my bare chest, smiling at all the bruises he’s left behind.
He dances his way up my abdomen, stopping when his fingers fold around the delicate veins in my neck. “You look so pretty with my hand around your throat, my love.”
It doesn’t scare me when he tightens his hold or when my breathing becomes heavy and labored. Theodore doesn’t get off on instilling fear, but he loves the power I surrender.
After a few seconds of restriction, he drags me forward, folding my legs around his waist before shoving himself to the hilt. This time, my moan is heard around the world. Cheers and shouts to fuck me harder ring throughout the air. From the corner of my eye, I spot our neighbors to the left, two college-aged girls, coming out to watch. We don’t mind an audience. If anything, it encourages Theodore to hasten his pace, fucking me at an almost punishing speed.
Bracing my hands behind my back, I throw my pussy into his thrust, matching his brutal rhythm until we’re on the verge of combustion.
My name is a prayer on his lips. He breathes it with worship as he spills himself inside me. I come apart only seconds later, our combined releases spilling from my opening.
Theodore slides his fingers along the spill, slipping the tips inside my throbbing core for one, two beats. Through hazy vision, I watch as he drops to his knees, his lips kissing my quivering thighs before licking my pussy clean.
“This is how we started.” I laugh, running my fingers through his once-again sweaty hair. His chuckles soon join mine. “Do you want to stop?”
Slipping his tart tongue through the seam of my mouth, I lap at our unique flavor, trapping it between my lips before uttering, “Don’t ever stop.”
