Chapter 29
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Scarlett stepped out of the front door, halting abruptly when her gaze fell on me. No dough noting the sorry look on my face and my swelling half-closed eye.
“What happened?” She asked, her voice kind and concerned. I didn't deserve her sympathy. Scarlett reached out to touch my cheek, but I pulled back before she could.
“It's nothing I didn't deserve,” I grumble, my eyes (or eye) glued to the floor. I try to move past her, but she refuses, blocking the doorway with her dainty frame.
“No kidding after the shit that you pulled today,” Scarlett points out, crossing her arms over her chest.
“I'm sorry, alright, I'm a dick. Now can you move so that I can go into my own dam house?” I argue, half-heartedly. I didn't want Scarlett to see me like this, but I also didn't want her to leave.
“No. Not until you tell me who's given you a black eye,” She challenges, raising a brow at me. I sigh.
“Adam..... Don't worry, I didn't retaliate,” I mumble. If she was surprised, she didn't look it. “Can I go now... please?” I asked nicely.
“What did you do now?” She huffed, her eyes accusing as they burn into mine. She was so hot when she was mad. Control yourself, for fuck sake.
“What made you think I did anything?” I deflect.
“Because it's you. You’re always doing something,” She remarked, a smile tugging at her lips.
“Maybe I'm just unlucky?” I suggest.
“You’re so full of shit,” Scarlett laughs, shaking her head. “So you not going to tell me?” I shake my head, no. I'd rather not have to deal with two black eyes in one day. I was feeling tired after beating up Asher and getting punched in the face. “Fine. Then, you can sit your arse down while I go get you an ice pack,” she instructs, darting into the house before I can object.
Reluctantly I obeyed, taking a seat on the porch step. Glad for the brushes that obscured the view between my house and theirs. So Adam couldn't bear witness to his sister taking pity on me.
Scarlett returned a moment later with an ice pack wrapped in a cloth. She coaches down in front of me, looking as lovely as ever. I try to take the ice pack from her, but she quickly slaps my hand away.
“Stop being so dammed stubborn and let me help you!” She demands. My lips tug up in amusement. I didn't pull away this time as her fingers gently brushed away my hair, her fingers sending sparks through my entire body. She pressed the ice pack gently to my eye.
I became acutely aware of how close she was, her intoxicating scent filling my nose. Scarlett stuck her tongue out while concentrated, her brows furrowed. Cute, yet sexy as sin. Her eyes meet mine.
“What?” She asks, a light blush staining her cheeks.
“I should get hurt more often if it means your take care of me,” I tease, giving her a cocky smile. She rolls her eyes at me.
“Like you would willingly take a punch, it would bruise your ego too much,” She taunted, a smile tugging at her lips.
“I'd do it for you,” I flirt, my hand gently brushing her thigh. She doesn't answer, busying herself with inspecting my eye. Her fingertips gently touching the skin around the swelling.
“Why did you let Asher kiss you?” I pray. Scarlett sighs, pressing the pack back ageist my eye.
“Does it matter?” She deflects, looking away from me.
“Do you like him?” I press, keeping my tone light. My face was carefully blank, despite the anger brewing just below the surface.
“Do we have to talk about this?” She grumbles, “Can't we talk about something else....anything else?”
“I want to know... was kissing him even half as good as kissing me?” I bait.
“Cocky much?” She ridiculed but let out a soft giggle. I waiting, sitting on the edge of my seat without moving at all. Her face quickly becoming serious, she sighed. “I don't remember,” She lied.
“Bullshit!” I call her out.
“Loki-” She starts. But before she could say another word, I leaned in, catching her off guard.
Scarlett gasps as my lips crash down on hers. Kissing her hard and rough. She didn't hesitate. Her soft, plump lips kissing me back with just as much hunger as my own. She drops the ice pack onto the porch, her hands knotting themselves in my hair. I wanted more. But before I could demand it, her mouth opening for me. As if she needed me just as desperately. Without hesitation, my tongue swept into her mouth, finding hers. Scarlett moans, her tongue dancing with mine. I kiss her harder, pulling her onto my lap. Her legs straddling me. I let my kisses trail down her jaw, her throat. She was so fucking hot.
Her head rolled back, granting me better access. I move down her throat, graving my teeth over her soft skin, nipping and licking. She whimpered, her back arching. My hands tailing down to her arse, squeezing. My lips reach the sweet spot between her neck and shoulder.
“Bite me!” She begs, making my cock throb.
I didn't need to be asked twice. I sink my teeth into her, sucking and licking the skin. “Yes!” She moans. Her nails digging into my shoulder, her body grinding into mine. I bite harder, the copper tang of her blood entering my mouth. My hands pull her closer, her body squirms ageist me, in a mixture of pleasure and pain. I ease back, gently licking and kissing the sore skin. Her breathing was fast and uneven. My heart galloping a mile a minute. I move back to her lips. Her blood still staining my teeth. She didn't seem to care as her kisses became frantic, desperate. Like she couldn't get enough like she needed more.
I should stop. Pull back before I take it too far. I had already left my mark on her skin. But I didn't want to. I wanted to own her body. So I didn't stop. Instead, I picked her up and carried her into the house, my lips never leaving hers. I didn't care who the fuck saw us. There was nobody else alive but Scar.
I carried my girl, half-blind, into the living room. Lucky I didn't trip. Her hands were fisting in my tee. Our tongues massaging ageist each other. She tasted so fucking good. Scarlett pulled my tee over my head, our lips parting for only a second before finding each other again.
I place her down on the sofa, lowering myself on top of her. My hard cock pressed against her centre, making a gasp escape her lips. Scar arching ageist me, begging. I started grinding ageist her, her body meeting mine thrust for thrust. Her hands were exploring my arms, shoulder and Abs. Finally, I broke our kiss long before either of us was ready. A whimper escaping her mouth as we both try to catch our breath. fuck I couldn't stop.
I lower my head to her breasts, kissing down the neckline of her top, grasping her breasts through the fabric. Scar moaned, her head falling back, hands plunging into my hair, legs wrapping around my hips. I pull her top down lower, exposing her lacy blue bra. So fucking hot. I lick and kiss down her cleave, my hand wandering around her back to undo the clasp.
In one swift movement, it popped loose, and my mouth instantly latched onto her nipple. Sucking, licking and nipping at the hard peaks. Scarlett whined, her body arching into my touch, her nails digging into me. I switch to the other breast, my hand gently massaging the first while my mouth teases the second.
A phone started ringing, breaking through the lust-filled haze.
“Just leave it,” I mutter, my voice deep and husky. Pressing myself ageist her, my lips kissing her breasts.
“Loki!” She chuckled, pushing hard at my chest. I groan, nipping at her arm. “If I don't get it, someone going to come in here,” she pointed out, pushing harder. I growl but grudgingly let her wriggle out from under me. I was so fucking horny, my cock throbbing painfully ageist my tight jeans. I watch as she grabs her phone, from the bag I hadn't realised she had.
“Hello”, Scarlett whispers into the receiver. There was a long pause where I could hear a male voice mumbling on the other end. I wanted to rip the dam thing from her hand and drag her to bed like a fucking caveman. But Instead, I ran my hands through my hair, pressing my swollen lips together. My eyes drifting over her body. Then she replied, “fine. I'm coming now,” before hanging up the phone.
Scarlett didn't look at me as she sorted out her bra and top.
“Do you remember now?” I stated more than asked. She turned to look at me, her eyes drifting over my body before finally meeting my gaze.
“Maybe,” She teases, biting her juice bottom lip. I was going to make her remember me. My eyes fall to her lips. God, she was so fucking hot. I got to my feet. “No!” She laughed, Backing away from me. “Don't kiss me again.”
“Why not?” I protest, moving towards her. She moves around the sofa, trying to get away from me. I manage to jump the sofa and back her up ageist the wall with only one good eye.
“Don't kiss me,” She breathes. Her body pressed firmly ageist the wall. I wasn't even touching her now, and yet being this close was affecting her.
“I don't have to kiss you to make you moan my name,” I whisper, my voice deep and husky. She sucks in a shaky breath, her body visibly trembling. I lean my hand ageist the wall, still not touching her. Keeping my body was only inches away from her. “You want to cum for me, baby?”
“Loki,” She pants, closing her eyes. Her tongue darting out to wet her lips. I lean in close to whisper in her ear.
“All you got to do is ask,” I taunt, my hot breath on her ear. She whimpers, her body breaking out in Goosebumps. A cocky smile spreads across my lips. I had her right where I wanted her. If I touched her right now, she would give me everything. Yet, a big part of me didn't want that. Scarlett was not just any girl. I wanted to take my time, enjoy every fucking minute of her. I wanted her to beg for it. Because how she looked right now... was the hottest thing I had ever seen.
So I did the one thing neither of us expected. I walked away without looking back. Leaving her standing there, so desperately horny, that only one thing would ever be able to soothe the ache between her legs. Me.
