Page 83 of Sweet Chaos
She ignored my questions and patted the seat next to her. “Sit.”
I sat, releasing my cock and waited to see what she’d do next.
She pushed down her bikini bottoms, a wicked gleam in her eye as she lifted one leg over me, giving me a flash of pink before she seated herself in my lap.
Her warm hand circled my cock, her tongue darting out to lick her lips as she shifted forward, sliding my cock between her wet folds, cradling it in the closest thing to heaven I’d ever found. My hands landed on top of her thighs, gripping hard as she started rocking, her hands braced on my shoulders.
“Fuck, Starlet.”
“That’s the idea,” she said, her voice sweet and sultry.
She lifted up, guiding my tip to her entrance before sinking down on me, fully seated. My hands flattened on her back, pulling her closer, kissing and biting her tits. Scarlett moaned, hands sliding through my hair to keep me close. I sucked on her collarbone, her shoulder, the sensitive spot beneath her ear, leaving my mark while she set the rhythm, a punishing pace that had her grinding against me, her head flung back and neck fully exposed.
“Dylan,” she panted, her moans intensifying.
Time for me to take back the control. I flipped her onto her back, lifted her leg over my shoulder so I could go deeper and thrust into her.
“Oh my god, oh my god,” she chanted. Sweat dripped off my forehead onto her heaving chest and her nails dug into my shoulders, her cries loud enough to be heard from the canyon. Fuck, yes.
No woman had ever felt this good.
No woman had ever felt this good.
Fuck. My balls tightened, and I wasn’t going to last much longer. I pulled out and sat back, jerking myself hard and coming all over her stomach.
When my eyes met hers, she lowered her lashes but not before I saw the flash of hurt. “I told you I’m on birth control. You don’t trust me, do you?”
Something on my face must have told her that I didn’t because she climbed off the daybed and turned her back to me, pulling up her bikini bottoms and grabbing a towel from the deck to clean herself off.
“I’m not Sienna,” she said, like I needed a reminder.
She tossed the towel in my face and I watched her walk away and disappear inside the house before I pulled on my boardshorts and parked my ass on the daybed. Fuck. I scrubbed my hands over my face. This was the kind of shit I was bad at. What could I say?
Yeah, well, your sister assured me that she could be trusted but look how that turned out.
Somehow, I didn’t think that would cut it.
I was the asshole who knocked up Sienna when we were seventeen. She told me she was on birth control, so we had nothing to worry about. The worst part? She’d never even told me she was pregnant. Hadn’t even thought to consult me or ask what we should do about it, just like it didn’t concern me and I had no say in the matter.
One day in August, I was cleaning their pool and her father confronted me.
“I had your mistake taken care of, you little shit. Do you really think I’d let my daughter bring your worthless bastard into this world?”
As if a human life was so disposable you could have it ‘taken care of.’ What had really pissed me off, on top of everything, was that I’d had to find out from him and not Sienna.
So yeah, that was the last time I’d ever had sex without a condom. Lesson learned the hard way. Not even birth control was enough to prevent accidental pregnancies. So I always wrapped it up.
But why would Scarlett think this was about Sienna? She’d only been eleven at the time and the way her family operated, all cloak and dagger, I highly doubted anyone would have told her about it.
I needed a cigarette. But I got my ass off the lounger and went in search of Scarlett. I found her sitting on the kitchen counter, eating Cherry Garcia straight from the container. She jammed the spoon back into the carton and set it aside.
“Sometimes it’s just hard, you know? Thinking about you with Sienna.”
The big difference between her and Sienna? Scarlett didn’t sulk or hold it all inside, letting it fester. She just came out with it, plain and simple, and stated the problem. And fuck if I didn’t appreciate that because I was not a mind reader and I couldn’t deal with passive-aggressive bullshit.
I stood between her legs and rubbed my hands over her thighs. There were a million things I could tell her that would make her see that she had nothing to worry about. But it didn’t seem right to trash her sister or dish the dirt on our relationship. “How did you know?”
“I overheard my dad talking to you. I was in the kitchen getting a snack and the doors were open.”
