Page 59 of The Aries Alliance
Scarlett blushed and inserted her fingers into the waistband of my joggers and beneath my boxers, stroking her fingers across my skin and sending me into an instant state of arousal.
I opened her caftan and gently sucked the visible skin of her peanut buttery breast, which had me ready to bow down like a servant. I cupped Scarlett’s chin and lifted my eyes to hers.
“Where can we get more comfortable, sweetheart?”
My long fingers trailed down Scarlett’s neck, causing her breath to catch.
“In my bedroom.” She pointed behind me.
I picked Scarlett up and carried her in the direction she pointed.
“We need to celebrate.”
“Celebrate what?”
“Your freedom.”
“But I’m not free yet.”
I kissed Scarlett’s cheek.
“But you will be. I’m going to make sure you’re vindicated.”
“Like my knight in shining armor?”
“Exactly.
“I appreciate that.”
I twirled Scar around as if she weighed no more than a feather until she squealed and clung to me. I entered the open door of her bedroom, and she caressed my cheek with her fingers.
“Thank you for being so consistent.”
Her misty eyes made me want to give her the moon.
“It’s my pleasure. I’m warning you that when I’m done with you, you won’t know your name.”
“Is that a threat?”
“No. It’s a promise.”
Although I was sated by a night of uninhibited loving with Scarlett, I missed her the second I stepped out of her queen-sized bed around 5 a.m. Once dressed, I leaned over her and gently kissed her rosy cheeks. The lavender scent of her pillow spray lingered in my nose. She stirred briefly but soon settled back into her angelic pose, which had her laid on her back like an angel. Scarlett’s hand lay gracefully, with her palm lifted upward on the pillow between us as her white sheet covered her breasts.
I pulled out my phone to capture Scarlett’s beauty and stared at the picture. Everything about her was breathtaking. The peacethat covered her face made me wonder if she was dreaming of something innocent, like bunnies and clouds.
I thrust my phone in my pocket and tipped out of Scarlett’s home, making sure to lock the front door before I stepped on her porch. By the time I’d pulled my shirt over my head, I’d gathered myself enough to realize that Scarlett pulled intimate feelings from my mind and body that I enjoyed tapping into.
It made no logical sense.
Maybe it had to do with how she surrendered to me each time I entered her folds. Without fail, her body received my deep strokes, sometimes to the point where tears fell from her eyes. From the “don’t stops” to the expletives on repeat and the surprising “thank yous”, I witnessed Scarlett’s walls crumbling in such an endearing way.
Through her, I experienced firsthand the fears of a woman who carried the burdens of others the best she could. With me, she shed her hardness. Her vulnerability transferred a mantle of responsibility from herself to me, reminding me that what we had was more than sex.
That realization softened me. I wanted to give my mother grace for being sad. For years, I called her weak for pushing my father away and being distant. She wasn’t weak at all, though. She just needed a strong shoulder to support her as she worked through the pain she couldn’t comprehend.
Mommy needed someone to see her and appreciate her sacrifices. She didn’t need to be condemned for protecting her heart and her family the best way she could under duress. It wasn’t her fault that a system she trusted didn’t value her or what she had to offer it.
Since Mommy was an early riser, I called her on my way home.
