“I-I just need some space right now, Sarah. I’m sorry.” I don’t know how much of that phrase was understandable, but she seems to get the message through my strangled voice.
“Of course, Theodore. If you ever need someone to talk to, I’m available, whenever and wherever you want.”
I don’t process what she’s saying, even with her obvious hints. Any conscious thought is consumed with how far Scarlett can take my dick.
Spearing my fingers through her hair, I fist her silky waves and hold her still, halting her enthusiastic bobbing. It physically pains me to stifle my roars, but Sarah isn’t far enough away for me to let go.
That doesn’t please the brat between my thighs. On the contrary, it only motivates her to take me deeper, suck harder. The faint touch of her teeth grazing the throbbing vein in my shaft pushes me past my limit. I’m no longer able to muzzle my pleasure. So I force her to swallow it, keeping her locked over my dick as her throat works down every drop.
My pretty girl is a sweetheart. Not only does she lick me clean, but tucks me away as well.
Dragging her up my legs, I sit her so she straddles my lap. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Keep me.”
Taking her lips, I shower her with my adoration. “I’m never letting you go.”
I don’t know what excuse she fed Marie, but I drive her home instead, or at least down the street from it.
She moved into one of the newer gated areas. They aren’t as uniform and crowded together as the one where Beth and I used to stay before we moved into our new home.
Unlike our first place, this community feels breathable and lively. I would have loved to live in an area like this initially, but Beth wouldn’t have that. The grandeur of these homes doesn’t reach her level. She requires, no,demands, high-end luxury. From what she wears to what she lives in, Elizabeth Ellis insists on displaying our wealth.
“What’s the point of being rich if we can’t flash it around?”she told me when we did our first house hunt. It was appalling, but I made excuses for her behavior. That’s what we do when we’re in love; we lie because those are easier to swallow.
I stare at these homes and pray for a new beginning, one with laughter and unfaltering love.
One with Scarlett.
“Thank you for tonight,” she whispers, leaning over the console to place a tender kiss on my lips. I’m not ready for this night to end. The thought of having her out of my arms until Monday is almost too much to bear. But it’s nearly ten at night, and Beth may not be the most educated on sports, but she’s smart enough to know wrestling matches aren’t longer than a couple of hours.
“I don’t want this night to end,” Scarlett whispers, voicing my thoughts. Through the reflection in the windshield, I can see the moon glowing in her eyes. The sparkles in her stare mirror the brightest stars dotting the sky.
I realize then, sitting in the shadows, that I never needed to reach space to hold the stars in my palm. I just needed to wait for Scarlett to fall into my lap.
“What are you thinking?” she asks softly, pressing her back against the door. She watches me earnestly, with nothing but open and uncensored affection spreading across her lips.
I’m thinking so many things and nothing at all.
It’s selfish, really, the emotions that overflow when Scarlett is around. I don’t deserve any of it. Almost forty and married twelve years, the last thing I’m worthy of is the love of a girl half my age. But I have it. I can fucking see it whenever our eyes meet, can feel it when I brush my thumbs along her lips. I taste it on her tongue.
I don’t deserve this.
I don’t deserve her.
But I want to keep her. Against all odds, I need to have Scarlett Dane in my life. She’s the chance I never had, the woman I should have waited for.
She sits beside me, wondering what thoughts are running through my mind, but there aren’t enough words in the English language to express just exactly how she makes me feel.
“What am I thinking?” I repeat, taking her hand to guide her gently into my lap.
She straddles my waist and presses her palms against my cheeks, affectionately grazing the pads of her thumbs along the corner of my eyes before leaning down slowly and capturing my lips.
“Yes, what are you thinking.”
I’m pretty sure I absolutely love you.But surely that can’t be. It’s only been two weeks, and what kind of man feels something so potent in such a short amount of time?
“I’m thinking….”Don’t say it. Not yet, Theodore. You’ll ruin the beauty of this. “You better get your pretty ass inside. I can’t have you getting in trouble.”
