Page 97 of Rules in Love
Mrs. H disapproved of our dinnertime topic. “Scarlett, I think it’s best we don’t look too deeply into it until after we eat. Let’s just enjoy the beautiful food you and Teddy prepared.” Seeing as she was the only one here to have experienced a proper Thanksgiving, we all took note and shut the hell up. Well, I didn’t. I was solid as a rock under that table and was two seconds from swiping it clean and taking Scarlett in front of everyone. Not a usual Thanksgiving custom, I would imagine. I had to get out of there, and as such, I finished my meal at lightning speed.
“Uhh, excuse me, I just need to use the bathroom.” With my napkin discreetly covering my shame, I fled the scene and made the uncomfortable jog to the toilet. As I pondered whether to handle the situation or wait it out, Scarlett burst in behind me.
“What? I locked the door! How did you get in?”
“It’s a child lock. I can open it from the outside. Now, shut up and stuff me like you did that turkey.” She was right. I had stuffed the turkey, and it was my only genuine contribution to the meal apart from stirring and tasting. It was so gross I refused to do anything else.
I was then accosted. Scarlett came at me like a wild beast, ripping at my jeans, corraling me against the tub, and then pushing me right into it. My spine cracked against the enamel base, but I made no complaint. She had whipped her boobs out, and I would go through any pain she could put me through when she had her boobs out. She lay her body on top of me. I suckled and bit her, licked her from nipple to chin, then back down again. I cried when she slipped away from me but got over it post-haste when her warm, wet, heavenly pussy slid down my cock.
This was a super-speed fuck, and I loved it. Scarlett bounced on me like a kid on a trampoline. I was merely along for the ride, and again, I didn’t mind one bit. She felt so good, better than ever, and I was just about to mention that when she stopped.
“Fuck, Finn. I don’t think I can keep going and stay quiet! Everyone is right outside, but you feel so good I wanna ride you till I collapse.”
“Oh. Well, that does sound good.” I continued to push into her, and I pretended to think. “Should we stop? ‘Cause I really don’t want to.”
After a quick think and nail chew, Scarlett declared, “Ahh, fuck it,” and we were back at it. She rode me even harder, leaning over me with her hands on my chest and her head either rolling back or forward as she glued her lips to mine.
“This is so hot, so good. So—”
“Finn, mate. Are you still in there? Hurry up, bro, I’m busting.” It was Nate.
Scarlett bit her hand to stifle her glee and laughter and continued to bounce. “Piss off, Nathaniel. Go upstairs,” I cursed.
“Nah, I can’t make it. Just come out.” She stopped pretty damn quickly, though, when the door began to rattle, and the lock began to slide. Nate had figured out the door had a child lock.
“Stop flogging off, Finn. You’ve got ten seconds before I come in.” He then started to count. “Ten, nine, eight…”
“What do I doooooo,” whispered Scarlett, her face glowing from her oh-so-close orgasm.
“Seven, six…”
I was not helpful. I was hard as a rock, my brain could barely function,andI was too busy laughing.
“Five, four, three…”
Scarlett slapped me, jumped off my cock, and out of the bathtub. I followed her out, painfully shoving my boner back into my pants, and endeavoring to make myself half-decent, then ushered Scarlett back into the tub. “Shh, be quiet, and he won’t even know you’re here.”
“Two…”
I ripped the shower curtain around her, turned, and opened the door.
“One. Halle-fucking-lujah!” chided Nate as he pushed past me, shoved me out into the hall, and shut the door.
“Fucckk!” I had no idea what to do apart from laugh. I could hardly wait around for him to come back out, so after pacing back and forth, I headed to the kitchen, washed up, and returned to the dining room.
Way too many minutes later, Nate returned looking lighter and refreshed. “Oh, God, no,” I mumbled. Nate looked at me and laughed, and I was up and in the bathroom in a flash, ripping the shower curtain back and revealing Scarlett. Pale. Shell shocked. Traumatized.
“He took a dump, Finn. I heard it. Farts and all. It smelled so bad I gagged, and he heard me, then tried to have a conversation.” Laughter rattled through me. I knew I was in trouble once she recovered, but it was just too funny. “I think he’s ill. Is he ill? I mean, like with a bowel disease or something?”
“No, he’s just a guy, and we are disgusting. I’m so, so sorry.”
She nodded slowly. “It’s okay, Finn. I’ll be okay. Just take me home so I can rest.”
“You are home, Red. This is your house.”
“Oh, God. I need to move.”
When I returned the still-shaking Scarlett to the table, Nate greeted us proudly. Evie looked us up and down in pure disgust, and later, as I stood at the buffet where the seventy-six flavors of pie were laid out, she told me in no uncertain terms what she thought…after she hit me in the head.
