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Chapter 29

Scarlett

“Scar.”

My eyes slowly open to Aiden’s blurry image in front of me. I sigh, rubbing my weary eyes. “How long have I been out?”

“Not long enough.” He stares down tenderly at me, brushing my hair aside. “You’re exhausted.”

“Tell me about it.” I groan, pulling myself to a sitting position, then glance at my watch. It’s only five past seven. My parents won’t be home until nine. After what happened on Sunday, being home alone sounds quite unappealing. I could hang at Theresa’s, but it’s her husband’s first night off in ages. I don’t want to intrude.

“In other words, you should rest some more,” Aiden advises, rising from his knees. “Unless you’re in a hurry to get home.”

I shake my head. “No one’s home yet.”

“Well, in that case…” He reaches around to the side of the couch and it instantly slides into a reclining position. “Scoot over.”

Trying to hide a smile—and failing, I ease over while Aiden pulls a blanket from the other couch. He kicks off his shoes and joins me, his hand moving around my middle to pull me closer to him. I snuggle into his embrace, feeling extremely safe for the first time today. Also for the first time, there are no inhibitions. I trust Aiden. I believe that he truly has my back.

What guy would let me meet his parents—well, officially—without being serious about me?

“You okay?” he mumbles in my ear.

I nod. “Your dad asked if I was your girlfriend and you said yes.”

“Was I out of line?” he asks.

Twisting on the couch, I face his questioning expression. “No, not at all. It felt good seeing you nod yes.”

He smiles.

“Until tonight, I wasn’t sure about you or where this was going. It was hard to trust you. Seeing you claim me in front of your folks, that was a big deal.”

“ You’re a big deal, Scar.” He trails a finger down the side of my face, then strokes my chin. “I want you to believe that.”

“I’m trying my best,” I reply, easing up to straddle him. I bury my face in the crook of his neck and he wraps his arms around me.

We sit in silence for a few minutes until Aiden murmurs, “Scar, you might want to get off me.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m really trying this thing where I don’t jump your bones every time I see you. Your pussy pressing on me, that’s not helping one bit.”

“Maybe I want you to jump my bones every time you see me; have you ever thought of that?”

His face spreads into a slow, mischievous grin and he rises from the couch, still with me straddling him. I wrap my legs around his waist as he beelines to the nearest bedroom. Our clothes disappear within a minute and I’m straddling him again, positioned over his cock.

With his hands clutching my waist, I impale myself, sinking down to the base. My moans clash with Aiden’s low growls as we move together, basking in the ecstatic sensation, in no hurry for this moment to end. The L word dances on my lips, triggered not only by the emotions that wash over me, but the tenderness in Aiden’s eyes. I’m in love with my bully. Well, my ex bully. Either way, it’s crazy.

Crazy enough for me to swallow it down.

When the time is right, we’ll both say it together. In this moment, with his cock drilling me, my pussy gripping him on every stroke, I’m sure that day will come.

I clutch the headboard and ride my new boyfriend. He grips my ass and works me over his cock, swelling inside me, eyes darkening with raw lust as he loses himself for me. His thumb finds my clit, flicking that sensitive spot, soon dragging me along that wild ride with him.

Curled up against him afterward, our sweat mixing, satisfied pants clashing, I take the perfection of tonight as a sign that things are finally working in my favor.