The runway affair, p.11
The runway affair, page 11
“I love you, kiddo. So, what do you want to read tonight?”
“Tell us a story, Mommy.”
I press my lips together and nuzzle between them, spinning a story until they’re both snoring softly.
I walk out of the bedroom, slipping into mine and changing out of my clothes into one of my silk nightgowns. Just for shits and giggles, I grab the shoebox that contains our memories. She should see the pain she caused me instead of pretending it never happened.
Touching her awakened something inside me, and it's a beast that can’t be tamed with my fingers or the vibrator in my nightstand. I want to hear her pleasure seep through her lips as she coats my tongue, to hear my name fall from her lips as she rides me like she did so many years ago.
“Don’t think we’re done talking because you fucked me, Scar,” Adeline challenges, making me jump as I find her leaning over my kitchen counter. Her eyes connect with mine, but all I can see is the cleavage screaming at me from her tank top.
“There’s nothing more to discuss, Addie.”
“That’s a goddamn lie. Obviously, something put a ridge between us for it to end the way it did. I want answers.”
I shake my head. “Addie, you broke my heart.”
“No, I didn’t!”
I open the box, grabbing the photos my father gave me and slinging them to the counter. She looks at the pictures, covering her mouth as her eyes grew wide. I throw the note on top of the pile, and with shaky fingers, she grabs it as the color visibly drains from her face, her lower lip trembling, her mouth agape. I fold my arms across my chest, waiting for an explanation.
“Scarlett, I never. You were my everything. I didn’t want anyone but you.”
“I believed those pretty lies once.”
“Goddamnit, it’s not a lie, Scarlett.”
I move, trapping her between my body and the counter. My hand grips her throat, but I make sure it isn’t too tight.
“I loved you so much, Scar. I loved you so fucking much. I went to your house, you know. Your father knew about us, and he said you were gone. You got on that plane, and you fucking left me.” Her eyes fill with tears, but I don’t break. “I thought I’d have my daddy, but after you ripped my heart out, I went home, and it completely shattered. He was dead, and you were gone.”
My face falls as I watch her eyes. “Addie.”
“No. You want to call me a liar, but I never lied. I never cheated on you with Tanner. Those pictures are fake. The only real one is when he forced me against my house and kissed me. I felt sick. I didn’t know what else he would try to do to me, but he left. Now, I know why he did it. I never wrote that letter. I never pretended to love you. My soul ached for you every hour of every damn day. I called you. I left you messages. You became my personal diary after everything. I had nothing left. I lost my daddy, my best friend, and then the only person I needed abandoned me without saying goodbye.”
I pause before whispering, “He gave me that letter and those pictures.”
“Who?”
“My father.”
Her nose scrunches. “D-did he write it? Did he do this to us?”
I let go of her neck and stumble back. For the first time in eight years, I’m questioning everything. “Son of a bitch.”
“He outed me to the entire town after you were gone. He said you never loved me, threatened to send me to conversion therapy,” I cringe, knowing he wanted to do that to me. “I was a pariah, Scar. I had nothing left, so I left Hazel Grove. The first two years without you hurt. God, I was miserable. I only wanted you. It was always you.”
Adeline is sobbing at this point, so I do the only thing I can think of: I pull her into my arms and grab her face, kissing her lips. Her sobs are muffled between my lips as the weight of everything comes crashing down. I let him ruin the best thing to ever happen to me.
Addie pushes me back slightly, looking at me with her big hazel-green orbs. “You moved on, Scar. You got the family we wanted and this amazing life. Yeah, you deserve it, and those kids are the sweetest fucking babies I’ve ever met, but what about me? I didn’t get anything you promised me. I got dead end jobs and a drugged-out mom who stole my money and almost died on my bathroom floor. I knew Daddy was going to die, so it was only you. You were the only stable fucking thing in my life, until you were gone.”
“God, Addie, I’m so fucking sorry. You were the only one to set my soul on fire, Adeline. No one could compare to you.”
“W-what about your wife?” She says wife like the word stabs her in the gut as it falls from her lips. “Did you love her?”
I bite the inside of my cheek and nod, and I see her face fall. “At one point, I did love her, but she didn’t have my heart. She was convenient. She patched the hole in my chest, but she never filled the void within me.” I caress her cheek, wiping the tears from her eyes. “Sometimes, love isn’t enough. We loved each other enough to have a family, but I think she did it for me. She never wanted kids. After they were born, we grew angry. The sex was amazing, but we were toxic. She knew she wasn’t my first choice. She knew I was in love with someone else.”
She looks at me, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth before she lets out a long sigh. “Tell me one thing, Scar…”
25
ADDIE
“Did you kill your wife?” I ask her through teary eyes. These emotions flowing through me can’t handle the truth if she did. I can’t be a part of this life. I don’t think she’s capable of murder, but it’s been eight years since I last saw her, so who knows what she could do now?
She cups my cheeks, staring straight into my eyes. “No, Addie. We had our issues, but I never would have hurt her. I never would have let my babies see her body. So many people think I killed her, but I didn’t. I need you to believe me.”
“I—”
She falls to her knees and grabs my hands. “Adeline, I’m begging you. I did not kill Cami. I would never do that to my babies. Remi still has nightmares about her mama.”
“I believe you, Scar.”
She let out a shaky breath. “I don’t know who did it. I don’t know who wants to frame me.”
I pull her to her feet and hesitantly wrap my hands around her neck. “I’m sorry.”
“Why are you apologizing?”
“I’ve been so angry these last few years. I thought you did it. I knew you didn’t, but there was still that feeling deep inside me, something that screamed at me to run. Eight years is a long time, and maybe it was because I was bitter when Miles showed me that news article. I thought your wife was alive, that I’d have to work here with the two of you.”
She pushes my hair behind my ear before pressing her palm against my cheek. “I wouldn’t have done that, no matter how angry or hurt I was. A lot of people thought I did it, but I have a rock-solid alibi. They think I paid someone to kill her because money went missing from my account. I still don’t know where it went, but I know I didn’t pay someone to murder her.”
I nod—I believe her. “I really can’t believe we’re back together. Something like this only happens in movies or in books.”
She smiles “The universe has a funny way of making things happen. I can’t believe I let him trick me. I’m an idiot.”
I lightly kissed her lips. “It seems we were both fools. I was hurt, and I’m still hurt, but I’m trying to wrap my head around the fact that your father did this.”
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you. He found out about us because of the lake house. He had cameras. He planned this, deceived us both. For a man of God, he is spiteful. Even with all this, I wouldn’t change meeting you for the world, Addie,” Scarlett confesses. “You were the best thing to happen to me before we were separated.”
I wipe my eyes, leaning into her chest. “I’m not the best thing to happen to you, not anymore. You have two precious souls who call you mommy.”
“I missed you, Adeline Grace.”
“I missed you, Scarlett Marie.”
Her lips find mine in a hungry, passionate kiss. This one isn’t laced with anger or hatred—instead, it’s filled with love and need. Her hands trail down my belly, my skin jumping at her touch, before her fingers loop into the sides of my pajama shorts and panties, pushing them down my legs. She picks me up and places me on the counter, spreading my legs wide.
“Scar…”
“Shut up and let me taste what I’ve been deprived of for the last eight years.”
She falls to her knees in front of me, and my skin ignites in fiery desire with every soft touch as she trails kisses up my thighs until she flattens her tongue against the length of my pussy. Her tongue travels up, circling my clit, awakening everything inside me before going back down and doing it again. She’s not the only one who has been deprived all these years.
Her mouth devours me, teasing, nipping, sucking, claiming every part of me. The flick of her tongue sends shockwaves of pleasure slamming down my limbs as my thighs clamp around her. No one else would ever—has ever—compare to her.
She earns every moan that oozes from my lips as her mouth wraps around my clit, sucking the life out of me. I bite my lower lip to mute some of the whimpers and cries of pleasure as my fingers twist in her dark curls, pulling her deeper into me. I feel her smile against me as she continues to eat me like I’m the last thing she’ll ever have her lips on.
“Oh God,” I moan, my eyes rolling out the back of my head as my back arches. It doesn’t take much more before my body turns to mush, and I’m convulsing with pleasure.
She kisses my clit before standing and capturing my lips, forcing my mouth open with her tongue as my arousal coats my taste buds. “You taste even better than I remember.” The twinkle in her gorgeous eyes is back, and it’s because of me.
I rub my nose against hers and smile. “Your eyes are shining like the night sky again.”
“Because all of my stars finally came home.”
“Miles was right,” I groan as she looks at me with an arched brow. “We could’ve talked like adults instead of being angry with each other, and this could have happened a lot sooner.”
“I know, love. I let my emotions cloud my judgment. The moment I saw you, all I could think about was what I lost.”
I wrap my arms around her neck, nuzzling my face into her neck and taking in her scent. “I did the same.”
“We don’t have to live in the past anymore,” she says, pulling away slightly and bringing her hands to my face. “I get to love you now. Forever, if you let me.”
I couldn’t help but cry. “I love you. I never stopped loving you.”
“I love you, Addie. Now, let me show you how much I missed you.”
She wraps my legs around her hips, my arms around her neck as she carries me to the bedroom, placing me gently on her silk sheets. “Tonight, I’m going to love you, soft and gentle, and cherish every part of you.”
Scarlett rips her silk nightgown off, letting me see every beautiful part of her body. My eyes go to her belly, her stretch marks and C-section scar prominent on her dark skin. I pull myself up and kiss her belly, letting my lips hit every tiger stripe.
I look up at her and she smirks, her thumb coming to my bottom lip before pulling my tank top off. She pushes me back onto my back as her body meets mine, our mouths molding together as our hands explore each other. This feels like a dream, having her lips on mine, her body against me and our hands touching each other for the first time in eight agonizing years.
She rips her lips from mine, capturing my neck, sucking and nibbling at my sensitive flesh. She uses enough teeth to drive me insane, but not enough to hurt me. I like biting as much as the next girl, but I don’t want a bite mark carved into my flesh. She finds that spot between my collarbone and the side of my neck that drives me insane, and I fight back a whimper, trying not to melt under her touch. She smirks against me as I groan.
Our lips meet for another hot kiss, this one slower, more intimate, but just as starved as the previous greedy kisses. Kissing her again would be all I need tonight, but I know we both wanted more. A hotter than hell make out session, melting into each other, can be more intense than sex, but after eight years of being deprived, I know we’ll be at this for hours.
After what feels like days of exploring each other, she moves to my breasts, taking my nipple into her mouth while her free hand kneads my other. After showing my other nipple the same amount of love, she looks up at me, her chest heaving and her hair framing her beautiful face.
“Do you want me to touch you?” she purrs, and I groan in annoyance as she smirks. “Beg for it.”
“Please, Scarlett. I need…Touch me. Please.” I can barely form coherent sentences. “I need you.”
I don’t want teasing.
Maybe another day, having her tease me until I am begging and withering under her touch would be amazing, but right now? Right now, I want her to plunge her fingers deep inside me and fuck me. I want her to fuck me harder than she’s ever done before.
She slides down my body until she is between my parted thighs. “I love the way you beg,” she whispers. She doesn’t hesitate, flattening her tongue along my pussy with a ravenous moan.
She’s buried deep, lapping hungrily at my cunt, and I know I’m soaked. I’m surprised she hasn’t come up for air yet. My thighs start to shake and buck against her venomous tongue, and Scarlett loops her arms around my thighs, forcing them wider and holding me down so I can’t wiggle or run from her tongue. I’m trying hard not to scream or moan too loudly with little ears down the hall, but fuck, it’s hard. My lower belly tightens, and my legs start to shake as my orgasm tears through my body.
As my thighs clench around her head, she hums into my pussy, sending vibrations through me. I swear, I can feel her legs kicking like a child’s when they're happy. When my thighs start to shake, she slips one finger into my pussy and continues to suck my clit eagerly.
“Oh my God,” I cry out, arching my back.
Thrusting one, then two, fingers inside me, she curls them, hitting my G-spot perfectly. Fuck, I missed this. I missed this feeling of having her draw out my pleasure. Tonight, she’s painting a fucking mural. I am going to explode or scream—hell, I might die—but I don’t want this to stop. It feels too good. Without warning, she picks up her pace, fucking me roughly as she growls against my clit.
My entire being erupts in pleasure. I fist her hair, shoving her face deeper into my cunt as my back arches violently and my body convulses with a mind-shattering orgasm that makes me lose track of time. It’s been years since I’ve felt this much pleasure, euphoria felt like I was touching the stars.
When I finally descend through the cloudy haze of pleasure, my eyes gaze into Scarlett’s. She’s watching me, the bottom half of her face covered by my pussy, but her eyes are locked onto mine in a lustful haze. She detaches her lips from my clit and removes her fingers, leaving me bare and empty.
I whimper, but she crawls up my body, her face hovering over me as the dim light catches my arousal glistening on her pout. “You look beautiful when you come, Addie.” She taps her fingers on my bottom lip, and I part them, taking her fingers in my mouth, my juices touching my tongue. “Now, clean me. Taste how delicious you are.”
I work my tongue around her fingers, cleaning myself from her as she moans, adjusting herself on my hips. Her bare pussy brushes against mine as she pulls her fingers from my mouth and covers my lips with hers, forcing her tongue into my mouth.
I take the opportunity to flip us, spreading her legs to grind into her. She grips my ass, digging her nails into me as she pushes her hips into mine. A sexy growl vibrates from her lungs as she grabs my thigh, pulling it over hers and spreading me wide.
I knew exactly what she's doing.
Her pussy is perfectly aligned with mine, and I can feel my clit thumping with desire, waiting for the collision. Scarlett leans forward, biting my nipple before rolling her hips into me. I groan moving, my hips against hers, friction overwhelming me as our clits rub against each other. I’ve been blessed with four mind-boggling orgasms tonight while she didn’t come once. She’s always been one to get pleasure from my pleasure, but I want to see her come undone.
Our hips roll and collide as Scarlett pulls me down. I expect her to kiss me, but instead, I am blessed with her whimpers and moans of pleasure. It sounds like the sweetest symphony, nearly enough to send me teetering over the horizon again.
“Addie,” she moans into my ear, and I’m almost certain I’ve died.
She grips my shoulders, moving her hips quicker and thrusting harder. I meet her thrust for thrust, and it doesn’t take long before she cries out, her body spasming under me. “Fuck, Addie!” she falls back, her belly tightening as her pussy clenches. I can feel her wetness drenching my thighs as she breathes heavily from her orgasm.
She grabs my face, pulling me down and slamming her lips to mine in a brutal kiss. “That was amazing. You’re amazing.”
26
ADDIE
My muscles are screaming when I wake up in Scarlett’s arms, but it’s a sweet agony mixed with the pleasurable pain I feel between my legs. Scarlett is sound asleep, so I take the chance to watch her chest rise and fall. My fingers trail up her body lightly, her soft skin twitching under my touch.
“Bon matin, ma belle.”
“Hi,” I mumble into her neck as she tugs me close.
She pulls me on top of her, kissing my forehead. “This is real? It’s not a sick dream and I’ll wake up alone and miserable?”
I kiss her nose. “Nope. I’m very much real, just like the throbbing between my legs.” My hands trail up her sides, and she moans softly.
“Don’t start something you know we can’t finish before the twins wake up.”
My lips screw to the side. “What are you going to tell them?”
“They already love you, but I want to wait. Remi still has nightmares about Cami, so I don’t know how they will react.”
