Lover's Roulette (11 page)

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When I got back to the room, Scarlet was already there. Her hair was wet because she just took a shower. She was wearing one of my t-shirts and she never looked sexier. I like seeing her wear my things. She looked so small and petite in everything. It also reminded me that she was mine—only mine.

“You look beautiful.”

She looked at me, surprise on her face. “I just got out of the shower.”

I pulled the shirt down, revealing one shoulder, and kissed the skin. “So?”

“I think I’ve looked better than this.”

“You always look good.”

“I don’t know about that.”

“I see you every day. I see you when you’re sick, when you’re asleep, when you’re naked, and when you’re dressed. And in every instance you look beautiful.”

“How was your night?”

“I lost two-hundred bucks to Cortland, but I took three-hundred from my brother. It was a good night.”

“You and got Cortland got along well?”

“Yeah,” I said as I kissed her neck. “We’re good.”

“Are you ready to go home tomorrow?”

“Yes. The sooner time goes by, the sooner I’ll be your husband.”

“You really are obsessed with me.”

“Babe, you’re a little slow if it’s taken you this long to figure it out.” I grabbed the shirt and pulled it up.

“No, I’m cold.”

I kept going. “I’ll keep you warm.”

Her nipples were hard so I knew she was telling the truth. “What are you in the mood for?”

“You can’t tell?” I asked as I placed her hand over my erection.

“How do you want to do it?”

“I want to make love.”

“You always want to make love.”

“Because I love it.”

“Well, I want to fuck.”

“Damn, Scar. You’re so hot when you talk like that. I’ll gladly oblige.”

She crawled on the bed then looked back at me, her ass in the air.

I pulled off my clothes with lightning speed then came behind her. My hands glided over her ass then down her back. I fisted my hand in her hair then moved against her, my cock pressed in between her cheeks.

She reached behind her and grabbed me, pointing my tip at the entrance of her ass. I knew how she wanted me to fuck her. We’d been having anal sex for a while. It took her a while to get used to it, but now that she was
, she loved it as much as I did. She was still really tight and warm.

I inserted my cock in her pussy and fucked her hard for a few seconds until I was totally wet. She moaned and thrust
ed her ass against me until I pulled out. When I was gone she released a sad sigh, hating that she was being teased. I pushed inside her back entrance and slid all the way inside. She moaned happily and arched her back.

Now that she was experienced with anal, I pushed her farther. I wrapped my arm around her waist then pulled her against my chest as I fell back on my heels.
She moaned loudly, feeling me move inside her further. She spread her legs further apart then gripped my thighs. I was the master in the bedroom and she followed my lead without question. I loved the trust that she had for me. She knew I would never hurt her or push her too hard if I really didn’t think she was ready for it. It made her free and less inhibited, getting her to do things she had never done before.

I pumped inside her slowly while I squeezed her tits. I stared at her ass as I moved in and out, amazed that her small body could take my huge cock.

“You okay, baby?” I whispered in her ear.

She rocked her hips and sheathed me faster.

That answered my question.

“I’ll fuck you as hard as you want me to.” I rocked into her faster, still going at a slower pace than I normally would because I was always gentle with her. So far she hadn’t bled once and I wanted to keep it that way. If I ever damaged her, our sexual exper
iments would end immediately because it would kill my arousal.

It was hard to control myself with her because she was so sexy. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, and I couldn’t believe she wanted to fuck me all the time. I was the only man she wanted. That was the biggest turn on.

I grabbed her left hand and held it in mine, feeling the cold metal of her ring against mine. The sign of eternal commitment between us always made the sex a million times better. I fucked too many women to count and I loved the excitement of the carnal aspect. I would never screw the same chick twice and that made it satisfying. But now that I was with Scarlet, the sex was so much better. Being in love made a huge difference. I loved Penelope, but it was different with Scarlet. I really felt like I was meant to be with her forever. I loved making her feel good and getting her off. I actually felt our souls touch when we were joined together like this. It was the most spiritual and satisfying experience of my life. It almost wasn’t sexual anymore. It was purely spiritual, being with the woman I loved. I would die for her a thousand times just so she didn’t have to experience a moment of pain.

She turned her heard toward me and cupped my face, kissing me. I continued to rock into her, feeling her stretch for me. When our lips sealed together, I felt my cock twitch and swell from the impending orgasm. She was so gorgeous that it was hard not to come for her. That was the only con.

I placed my hand between her legs and rubbed her clitoris, trying to get her off as soon as possible. I couldn’t hold on much longer. I kissed her harder and fucked her as fast as I could without triggering my own orgasm. When I felt her tighten around me and her lips become immobile, I knew she reached her threshold. When the first moan came out, I let myself go and I came inside her, looking into her face as I watched her come. Seeing her get off made my orgasm a million times stronger and more satisfying.

I held her to my chest as we both caught our breath.

“Sean, you’re so good at that.”

“Cuz you make me, babe.” I kissed her neck as I pulled out of her slowly, knowing I had to be gentle so I wouldn’t hurt her. I lied her down on the bed then rubbed her back, making her relax and close her eyes. I knew her body went through a lot when we had sex. It had to. I liked to dull the soreness by making her feel good. After a few minutes, I hopped in the shower. I had to clean off and scrub my dick because I knew I would want to have sex again in like an hour, maybe less. I seriously considered taking some Viagra so I would have a b
oner for four hours straight and I could literally fuck her all night long. I don’t think Scarlet would go for that because it might be dangerous, but I did consider it. And I knew I wouldn’t need lubrication for her. Scarlet was always drenched for me, no matter how many times we did it. She was a fucking whore for me.

I dried off then came back to bed. She snuggled next to me and wrapped her body around mine, holding me as close as possible. I didn’t care for snuggling, not even with Penelope, but I loved doing it with Scarlet. We had been sleeping together since I could remember. She would sleep at my place or I would sleep at hers. It was never weird. I always loved being close with her.

What I had been dreading all day had finally arrived. Scarlet and I had to have the conversation I didn’t want to have. Not because I didn’t care or want to listen, but because I knew it would break my heart. Anytime she was in pain, I wanted to kill myself. I hated it, I hated it, but I knew it had to be done.

“Babe?”

“Hmm?”

“Tell me.”

Her body stiffened. I knew she recognized the meaning of my words.

“I’m ready.”

“Are you sure?” she whispered

“Yeah.”

“I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want to know.”

“Scar, we share the load.”

She sighed but didn’t move. “I’m scared.”

“Don’t be.”

“What if you don’t feel the same way about me?”

“That would never happen, okay? You can tell me anything. You ate a hotdog off the ground and I still make out with you every day.”

“That’s not the same thing, Sean.”

My attempt at humor died.

“It’ll be okay, Scar. Trust me.”

“I do.”

I kissed her shoulder then the skin above her ribs. When my mouth moved to her ear, I ran my fingers through her hair, trying to silently calm her down. “Come on, babe.”

She sighed. “Okay.” She sat up then gra
bbed her laptop from the dresser. She brought it back then turned on the screen. She clicked on a file that had a least a dozen word documents then clicked the last one in the column.

I grabbed her face and kissed her cheek. “It’ll be fine, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Thank you for sharing this with me.”

“You’re the only person I’ve told.”

“And I’m honored with the exclusivity.”

She lay down then turn on her side, hugging the covers to her. I rubbed her back for a second before I lay beside her with the laptop on my thighs. I wasn’t looking forward to reading this at all but I knew I had to. Scarlet still carried this pain around every day even if she was good at hiding it. I didn’t just want to help her get through it, I wanted to help her forget about it. I didn’t want to hear about her torment but I looked at the first sentence and started to read.

When the television was finally turned off, the cigarette smoke started to dissipate from the ventilation system, and the sound of footsteps could no longer be heard on the wooden floorboards, I knew she finally fell asleep.

“Let’s go.”

Ryan held one of my t-shirts to his face, the blood soaking through the fabric. “I’m fine, Scar.”

“No. We need to clean it and dress it. What if it gets infected? This is your face we’re talking about.” I kept my voice as quiet as a whisper even though I wanted to scream. “Come on.” I opened my bedroom door then stepped into the hallway. I avoided the creaks in the floor as I trailed to the bathroom. Ryan was close behind me, using his only eye to navigate in the darkness.

When we got into the bathroom, I closed the door behind us then locked it. Ryan sat on the toilet, rubbing his temple.

“It hurts?”

“I’m fine,” he said quickly.

I kne
w he was lying. He took an ashtray to the head, which was originally meant for me.

I looked away then found the rubbing alcohol, a few cotton balls, and some bandages. “This is going to burn a little.”

He said nothing.

I kneeled before him then pulled his hand away from his face. It was a deep gash, seeping with blood. I wanted to start sobbing because I hated seeing my brother in pain. He didn’t deserve this. It made it worse knowing the hit was meant for me. I kept a stoic face and applied the rubbing alcohol to his face.

His face contorted in pain and he clenched his jaw, but he didn’t make a sound.

I dabbed the old blood away and cleaned the inside of the flesh. When it finally stopped bleeding,
I grabbed the box of bandages and used a few to cover the cut.

“She’ll just take them off,” he whispered.

“You need to keep them on as long as you can. You don’t want a scar.”

“It’ll help me pick up girls.”

Ryan always tried to make the situation seem less miserable than it was through humor. I was too upset to go along with it.  “The cut isn’t too bad.”

“Well, it feels like someone threw a safe at my face.”

“Let’s get some pain killers.”

“How? The alarm is on.”

I didn’t want to solicit the idea but it was our only option. “I know she has some in her bathroom.”

“No,” he said quickly. “I’ll be fine.”

“Ryan, a glass ashtray was thrown at your head! You aren’t going to be able sleep all night.”

“So what? I’m not going in there again.”

“I’ll go.”

“Absolutely not.”

“She won’t notice me.”

“That bitch is the devil. She never sleeps.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“I did
n’t take this hit just so you could take another one.”

“I know exactly where they are. I’ll be in and out so quick.”

“It’s not worth it, Scar.”

“I’m going, Ryan.”

He sighed. “Why are you such a stubborn brat?”

“Why are you such a hero? I appreciate you defending me, but I hate seeing her hurt you.”

“I’m not letting someone hurt my little sister.”

“And I’m tired of someone hurting my big brother.”

“I’m a man. I can take it.”

I threw the bloody bandages in the garbage then washed my hands. “I’m going.”

“It’s not worth it.”

“Yes, it is.” I opened the door then stepped into the hallway. I knew Ryan wanted to curse at me, but he kept quiet so he wouldn’t give away our position. He grabbed my arm and held me back. He gave me a look of death but I ignored him.

I went to her door then placed my hand on the doorknob. Slowly, I turned it until the door came free. I cracked it open and looked inside. It was dark but I could see the faint outline of my mom on the bed. The television was off so I knew I had to be careful without the extra noise to cushion my journey.