Page 144 of Paint the Town, Dove
“Funny,” he snorted. “Neither.”
I gasped. “Fifth, then?”
“Make sure Ryden’s prepped and ready for January first. We need him and Paisley back at the recordin’ docks for a clear soundtrack.” He sighed. “Holidays don’t change nothin’ when it comes to the press, Scarlett. He’s still got some polish’ to do.”
I inhaled the icy chill of Banff into my lungs, watching Ryden push Donny about, fumbling on his own steps.
What have I done?
What havewedone…
“Call me on New Years, Tav. Kisses and merry wishes, bye, bye.” I gripped my phone hard enough to crack as I met up with the girls, hopping into Caralee’s Cadi.
Dean knocked on the glass once, throwing a knowing glance at Polly, then jumped into Barnett’s SUV. As the doors shut, I caught a glimpse of Ryden’s burning stare before the vehicle took off towards the chalet.
I couldkillsomething.
As soon as Caralee started the engine, I whipped around to Polly. “Did you and Dean fuck?”
Her eyes widened, a flush painting her cheeks.
“I’m going to take that as ayes” – I pointed to her face – “and not a climate condition.”
Zayla pipped up. “YOU FUCKED DEAN?”
Even Caralee threw a rearview glance in our direction.
“What if I did?” Polly crossed her arms, flipping out her phone. Ah, the safety net of her multi-million dollar deals. Nothing like money to curb a convo.
“SHUT THE HELL UP RIGHT NOW MISS POLLY POCKET SUPERSTAR!” Zayla unclipped her seatbelt, jumping into the backseat with her. “Was it good? He’s so hot, he really is, right Scar?”
I shrugged, “Mhm,” but all I could think about was Ryden.
His hands gripped the back of my thighs, forcing me wide for him. “Fuck.” His voice was throaty, raw. “I’ve pictured you a thousand different ways, but me kneeling at your feet is my trophy.”
I wanted to beg for all his fantasies, but it was coming to life right before my eyes, and I couldn’t hold back my whimper.
He leaned into me, yanking me closer to his mouth. His tongue licked up my centre, and a wave of pleasure rippled through my core like moltenheat.
It felt so unnatural, but so right.
Like every ounce of affection we’d held back for almost two decades exploded like an atomic bomb. Right here. In this photobooth.
“Ryden…” I fisted his hair as he gripped my skin, the pressure of his thumb against the well of my pleasure sending me to overdrive.
“You are…” he moaned, lickingmeoff his lips, “my favouritefucking flavour, Scarlett.”
“I can’t believe you, you dirty, naughty, do-gooder!” Zayla slapped Polly on the knee, laughing hysterically. “Good thing we have four rooms so you and Dean canshareeeee,” she winked. “Naturally, I’ll be alone because I’mnotbunking with bozo one and two, and Ryden and Scarlett will obviously have their –”
“What?” I came alive, snapping back to reality. “Ryden and I will havewhat?”
She quirked a brow. “Your shared room.”
My cheeks heated. “Yeah, but. I’m…Iwant my own space. I want to take my baths and I don’t want you know, aman, there.”
Now it was Polly’s turn to look at me all fucked.Great.
“You always share a room…” She leaned in, peered through my soul. “Scarlett? Care to tell us anything?”
