Page 103 of Chasing Blue
“Whatever, let’s go,” she says, heading for the door. I shake my head and grin as I watch her arse in the workout leggings she’s wearing.
It’s been three months since we’ve been back from Palmers. Three months in which Scarlett has moved in with me, Matthew Newcombe has been arrested and charged with numerous crimes in connection to the trashing of Scarlett’s showroom, all added to the charges laid against him for assaulting me. This time he didn’t make bail, but the case still hasn’t been to court. No charges were ever brought against Shannon.
Today though, today is the next biggest step in our relationship. Scarlett has finally agreed to rent out her apartment rather than leaving it sitting here empty while she pays the mortgage on it, at the same time insisting on contributing to the bills at my—our place.
I get it, she’s an independent woman. She’s spent most of her life looking after herself and moving in with me so soon after we reconnected was a big fucking deal. I understand and appreciate that too. But I won’t lie and say that I’m not relieved things are goingsowell, that when my sister mentioned she was looking for somewhere to rent, Scarlett suggested this place.
Milly and Scarlett have different tastes in furniture, so Mills will mostly bring her own. Scarlett’s favourite pieces will be coming to my-our-place. The rest, which is all better than what I have but will get ruined during the reno’s I’m still working on at the house, will go into storage until we’re ready for it.
Life is good. Life has settled into something I never thought I’d have. Waking up with her little body pressed against mine, her hair in my face, the bathroom, the sink, the shower, every fucking where is not something I thought would make me smile, but here we are.
“I’m starving,” Scar calls out as she heads towards the lift.
“You want to stop off for food,” I ask as I press her back to my front, reach over her shoulder and press the button to call the lift.
“No, I feel disgusting. I just want to go home and shower.”
Grinding myself against her arse, I kiss the curve of her neck before pressing my mouth to her ear and saying, “Thank fuck for that. Watching your arse strut by and bend in front of me all day in those leggings means I need to do something with this hard-on soonish.”
Spreading my palm across her belly, I hold her in place, not that she’s trying to get away. Instead, she’s grinding back and tilting her head to the side giving me better access to her neck.
Another reason life is great, the sex. I don’t know if it’s because there are real emotions involved that go way beyond the physical act, but right now, we’re fire together.
I get that even though we’re not new, we are because of the eighteen years we lost, and right now, we can’t get enough of each other.
“I know exactly what you can do with that hard-on.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Tell me, Blue.” She shudders at my words, and I can feel the goosebumps that have erupted across her skin as I continue to brush my lips across her neck as I speak.
“You taste salty,” I murmur against that spot behind her ear, the one I know makes her rip my clothes off when I as much as breathe against it.
“Hmmm,” she sighs.
“Seriously, Blue, I’m gonna fuck you in this lift if you don’t stop making those little noises.”
“Why the lift? We have a big ol’ empty apartment right there. The boys who helped us have all gone home, it’s just you and me . . .”
I don’t give her a chance to finish, instead, I spin her around, throw her over my shoulder, and march her the twenty steps back to her apartment. When she gives a little yelp, I slap her fine arse before rubbing my fingers right along the seam of those leggings that runs between her legs.
Tapping the code into the entry pad, I step inside, slide her body to the floor and kiss her.
She’s frantic and needy, just the way I like her as she pulls my T-shirt off, right along with my hoodie, toeing off her runners at the same time.
Thankfully, I’m only wearing trackies and runners myself, so I toe off my own, but before I can pull down my pants, her hand’s inside them and my jocks, and she’s stroking my cock.
My balls are already tight, and I have to peel her out of her leggings with my eyes closed so I can focus on not exploding in her hand.
Using her feet, Scarlett works off the leggings before kicking them aside.
“I want this inside me,” she grips me tighter and says.
“I wanna taste you first.”
“No, I’m sweaty after moving and packing all day.”
