The Hearts We Break (The Alphaletes Book 3), page 13
“What’s wrong, baby?”
You know how my stomach flipped at Bubbles? Well my stomach just did a somersault while my heart tripped over itself at baby.
“Baby?” I question.
He smiles and nods. “Do you not like it? I can come up with something else. Sweet cheeks, baby cakes, darling, boo bear, honey buns-”
“Okay, that’s enough,” I laugh, causing him to chuckle and press another kiss to the side of my forehead as he holds me a little tighter.
“So you’re like…okay? About last night?” I ask.
Slater frowns slightly as he looks down at me.
“I mean, do I like that another man has put his hands on you and vice versa? It’s not my favorite thing to think about. But it got us to right here, so I don’t really have any complaints. How about you? Did you have a good time last night?”
I scoff and roll my eyes before laughing. “Uh, yeah. Definitely.”
Slater winks as he turns, forcing me to lay on my back on the bed as he hovers over me.
“Good, because I meant what I said. Last night was a one-time thing. I’m not the kind of guy to share a woman. Especially not the woman I love.”
“Love?” I whisper softly, surely I’m not hearing him right.
Oh, god. If this whole thing has been a dream, I am going to be seriously pissed when I wake up.
Slater nods as he cups either side of my head and nods.
“I’ve always loved you, Scar. It just took me too fucking long to see how much.”
“I-really?” I ask in disbelief.
He nods again, his eyes flicking up to mine before he lowers himself down and presses his lips against mine. I thought that first kiss Slater and I shared was going to go down in history as the best kiss ever. Maybe even the one we shared last night. But having Slater kiss me after telling me that he loves me? Nope, that wins. Hands down.
The kiss starts off sweet and slow, his lips gently brushing against mine as his tongue slowly brushes against mine. I’m not sure who started it, but the kiss quickly turns heated as I feel one of Slater’s hands skate down my bare skin before cupping the front of my pussy. His palm rubs against my clit, eliciting a moan to rip through me from the contact.
“You like it when I play with your sweet clit, don’t you, baby?” Slater says as he pulls away slightly, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin beneath my ear.
“Yes. I love it,” I gasp as he applies a little more pressure.
I feel his hand move lower as he dips a finger inside me before groaning.
“Fuck, you’re already soaked, baby. Is this all for me?” he asks as he pushes in deeper.
“Always!” I gasp.
“Hmmm,” he smirks. “Tell me, how many times have you played with your sweet pussy thinking about me?”
“Way too many times to count,” I laugh, though I’m only laughing because it’s embarrassingly true.
Slater gives me a self-satisfied smile like he loves that answer before he pulls his finger out and leans away from me.
“Show me.”
“What?”
“Show me how you used to touch yourself. When you would lay in bed and think about me. Make yourself cum for me, baby.”
Embarrassment flushes my cheeks, but the daring look in Slater’s eyes gives me the courage to trace my hand over my stomach as I push it lower, lower, and lower until I brush against my clit. My eyes flutter closed as I do it again and again. I keep my eyes closed as I think about a regular fantasy of mine. One where Slater would sneak into my room at night but instead of curling around me and falling asleep, he’d finally make love to me.
I let a finger push inside me before pulling out and repeating the motion. Letting out a breathy moan, I continue this pace until I add a second finger. Curling my fingers up, I begin rubbing my g-spot as my toes curl.
“What are you thinking about, Scar?” Slater whispers against my upper thigh, not quite touching me but I can feel his hot breath blow against my pussy lips.
“Y-you,” I say. “I think about what it would have been like if all those nights we fell asleep in the same bed, we didn’t just sleep.”
Slater lets out a seductive chuckle that I’ve honestly never heard come from him before as he places a featherlight kiss to the seam where my thigh meets my pussy.
“You’ve wanted this for a while then, haven’t you, baby?”
“So long,” I moan as I reach my free hand up to pinch my nipple just how I like it.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Slater pants.
I peek an eye open to see him watching me, his tongue tracing his lips as his hand slowly strokes his hard cock. Fuck. I thought I was going to about die when I saw Slater’s cock. Of course, it would be big. Slater is practically the founder of big dick energy. I just didn’t know how much he actually had to back up that attitude. The answer? A lot. Enough to stretch me to the point where I still feel a little sore.
There is something so erotic about watching Slater touch himself while I’m touching myself. Something almost taboo about it. I’m not sure exactly what it is, but I feel my pussy begin to spasm against my fingers as I pick up my pace and fall over the edge. My other hand pinches my nipple harder this time as my toes curl and back bows.
“Oh my god! Slater! Fuck, Slater!” I gasp through my orgasm.
When my breathing evens out and I crack open my eyes, I see Slater watching me with the hungriest look I’ve ever seen on any human. Slowly, I pull my fingers out of me, only just barely getting them out before Slater snatches my wrist and brings my fingers up to his mouth. He wraps his mouth around them, his tongue licking up and down, sucking like he is trying to get every last drop he can. I’ve never had a man say that I taste good like Trevor did last night, and I certainly have never had a man seem almost desperate to taste me the way Slater is right now. It makes me feel more desired than I ever have. Like a fucking queen.
He keeps his eyes on me as he pulls my fingers out of his mouth before leaning over me.
“Tell me what you want,” he demands, just like he did last night in that deep sexy voice.
“You. In me. Now,” I practically beg.
Trust me, if you could see Slater’s cock you’d be begging for it too.
Slater lowers himself until he is lined up. His hand is still stroking his cock as he runs it up and down me, not quite entering me. Just driving me fucking crazy instead. He goes to push in when I stop him.
“Wait. Condom.”
His seductive smile falls as realization comes over him.
“Fuck. I don’t have any. Give me five minutes,” he says as he stands from the bed and reaches for his pants.
“Slater, no.”
He runs a hand through his curls as he shakes his head.
“I’ll be fast. There is a gas station around the corner. Just-”
“Slater, come here.”
He pauses, looking at me with uncertainty until I spread my legs wider. His eyes instantly drop to my pussy for several seconds before he tosses his pants to the ground and closes the distance between us. He crawls on top of me once again before cupping my face.
“Are you sure?”
I nod. “I’ve seen your physical, remember? You’re clean and I’ve been on the pill since Jared Barlow took my virginity my freshman year of college.”
Slater slams into me at that, no warning, no slowly easing in. Just snaps his hips against mine until his cock pushes inside me.
“Fuckkk,” I cry out, half in pleasure and half in pain.
When I look up at Slater, his jaw is clenched, his eyes angry.
“I fucking hate that that geek stole your virginity.”
I can’t help but laugh at his jealousy.
“He didn’t steal it. I gave it willingly.”
Slater snaps his hips again, in a punishing way, though I don’t think punishment should feel this good.
“Hate that even more,” he practically snarls as he begins thrusting.
“How do you think I felt when you lost yours to Kenzie Milton in the eighth grade?”
Slater’s eyes crinkle with what looks like regret as he leans down and grips a handful of my hair.
“Her hair was the same color as yours.”
“What?” I ask.
“You both had this deep chocolate brown hair. At the time, I didn’t put it together why I was all of the sudden into her. But I remember staring at her hair and for a moment, I thought it was you I was with,” Slater says as he pauses in his movements.
“Slater,” I say softly, not knowing how to respond to that.
“Don’t you see? It’s always been you. Even when I didn’t want it to be, I couldn’t help it. It’s always been us, baby.”
With that, he begins thrusting again as I pull him down to me. Our lips crash together in a collision of passion, pain, and lust. His tongue flicks against mine as I nip his bottom lip, earning a groan from him in return. His large hands grab the sides of my hips before pulling me in closer as he begins fucking me even deeper than before.
“Holy fuck,” I moan. “How are you doing that?”
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” he says before pulling away and slapping the side of my ass.
“Flip over.”
“What?” I ask.
“Over.”
I quickly do as he says, getting on my hands and knees, assuming this is how he wants me when he shakes his head and taps my wrists.
“Grab the headboard.”
My hands reach up to grab the smooth wooden headboard, only gripping it for a moment before Slater pushes into me. The angle is so much different and also a lot harder to get used to.
“Fuck, Slate. I think you’re too big. I-it hurts,” I whimper as he continues fucking me.
“You can take it, baby. Deep breaths.”
I inhale deeply before exhaling, allowing his words of encouragement to relax me.
“That’s it. You’re such a good girl. Look how beautifully you take me. This pussy was fucking made for me, Scar.”
“All for you. Always you,” I babble as I feel my orgasm begin building rapidly.
“That’s fucking right, baby. All me. Now, hold on. I’m about to fill you up until all you can feel is me.”
His words send me hurtling as he continues slamming into me from behind. I feel my body tremble and shake as I hold onto the headboard for dear life. Slater’s hips continue snapping against me as I feel his cock begin to pulse before his hot cum shoots inside me. My orgasm practically pulls the cum out of him, taking every last drop he’s willing to give me.
We collapse in a heap on the bed, our ragged breaths slowly calming before Slater presses a soft kiss onto my spine as he speaks.
“Is this how we are saying good morning from now on? Because I could get used to this.”
Slater
After Scar and I take an extra-long shower that may or may not have ended with her getting bent over my bench seat, I get dressed before grabbing my phone. The first thing that I notice is it’s already almost noon. Good thing it’s rest day, I guess. The second thing is that I have a missed text from Trevor that came in probably only a couple minutes after he left last night.
Trevor: You’re welcome.
I scoff as I send him the middle finger emoji. Fucking asshole. I want to hate him more than I do. I know that he knew exactly what he was doing, though. He wanted to get a reaction out of me. He wanted to push me and being best friends for nearly ten years, he knows all the ways to do that. He’s still an asshole, though.
I’m still kinda in shock, clearly less so than Scar if this morning’s behavior is anything to go on. But still. Me and Scar. For real. It’s something I never thought would happen, but I can’t deny that I haven’t felt this light or excited in a long fucking time.
Scar walks down the stairs and into the kitchen where I’m making coffee with a timid smile. Her hair is still wet from our shower, the ends dripping onto what looks like one of my shirts.
“I didn’t exactly bring an extra set of clothes. I’m assuming you don’t mind,” she says as she glances down at the shirt and sweatpants she obviously swiped from my bedroom.
Crossing the distance between us, I loop my arms around her back and yank her towards me. She lets out a little shriek before looking up to me. I reach down and grab her hand, resting it over my already hardening cock as I smirk.
“I never mind seeing my girl wear my clothes. You look almost as hot as you do out of them.”
Her cheeks flame as she ducks her head, still not moving her hand away as she blushes.
“Slater,” she whispers.
“Yeah, baby?” I ask as I lean down and nip her ear lobe, causing her to let out a soft whimper that has my cock twitching.
“I don’t know if I can handle you right now. I’m kinda sore,” she says softly, almost as if she was embarrassed by it.
It’s douchey to say, but a small amount of pride fills me at that.
“Oh really?” I ask. “My cock stretched you too much, Bubbles?”
She smacks my arm in irritation, though her smile is still in place as she attempts to get away from me.
“Let me goooo,” she groans.
I wrap my arms around her tighter as I shake my head.
“Never.”
Something like surprise passes across her face before she gives me a soft smile and leans up onto her tiptoes, pressing her lips against mine. I loosen my hold on her before reaching up to cup her face. Her hand regrettably lets go of my cock before her arms wrap around my neck to deepen the kiss. Goddamn, I could get lost in the way her soft lips practically melt against mine.
When we break apart, she smiles wide. A breathtaking bright smile that practically lights up the entire room. Scar has always been like that, though. Shit. I was a fucking idiot to think that I could ever stay just friends with her. I’m amazed I lasted this long if I’m honest.
The rest of the day is spent actually kind of like any other day. We make lunch, do a light workout, and binge watch a new show on Netflix. Only difference from before is that now I can’t keep my fucking hands off her. Not like I’ve tried.
Today is weight training, and since I’m all cleared from my surgeon as well as the team doctor and Scar, I can actually participate. Scar had some other patients to work with today since she runs her practice on the side to a select few when she isn’t tied up with the Crusaders.
I lock my car outside the training facility and make my way up to the front door when I see Seb walking from the other side of the parking lot. His eyes look me up and down once before what looks like a knowing smirk spreads across his face.
“What?” I ask as I open the front door.
“So, you and Scarlett, huh?”
My head whips around to see if anyone is around to listen. Not that it matters to me, but I know Scar is worried Aberton will terminate her contract. She said there is a no fraternization clause, but I told her there is no way he’d fire her if I said I’d walk too. She made me promise not to say anything at least until this season is over, so for now, we are keeping things quiet.
“Relax, man. No one will give a shit.”
“Scar is worried Coach will.”
Seb shrugs as we make our way upstairs to the weight room, since we are already in our workout gear.
“So, is Trev buried in a shallow grave in your backyard?”
It takes me a second to realize what he is talking about when I remember the last thing Mikey and Seb saw was Trevor going into a bedroom with my girl and me storming after them. Ha! They probably think what went down was a hell of a lot different than what actually did. Looking back, I probably should have just buried Trev, or at the very least kicked him out.
“Nah, he made it back to Texas in one piece.”
“Shame,” Seb grumbles lowly.
I raise a curious eyebrow toward him at that. Obviously, he and Trev aren’t best friends like they used to be in college, but the more I pay attention the more I see how completely uncomfortable the two of them are around each other. If Mikey and I weren’t keeping all of us together, I doubt they’d even see each other anymore.
Well, that’s not true. There will always be Erica in the middle of them.
Wonder how much that irritates the fuck out of Seb?
When we get to the weight room, I notice none of the coaches are in yet, but a few of the guys have already started their routines. Seb and I drop our stuff and start warming up when I hear a laugh that grates my fucking ears.
Andrews is laughing it up in the corner like a fucking hyena with a few of his buddies. I roll my eyes and do my best to ignore him until a name catches my attention.
“Scarlett sure is a fucking vixen in bed, let me tell you,” he smirks to Walsh.
“No way you tapped that. She seems way too prudish to put out on the first date,” Ford laughs.
Andrews gives him a cocky smirk as he shrugs his shoulders.
“What can I say? I took her to Canilise, wined and dined the shit out of her, and she ate it up. Girl jumped me in my car before I could even pull out of there. Gave the valet a nice show before we went back to my place.”
Rage fills me at the absolute horseshit coming out of his mouth as I storm over to him. I hear Seb call out my name, but I don’t pay attention as I plow straight through their little group and grab Andrews by the shirt, lifting him up before pinning him against the wall behind him.
“What the fuck did you just say?” I snarl.
Fear fills his eyes for a moment before they bounce over my shoulder, probably to see his friends waiting to see what he’s gonna do. The arrogant little prick has the audacity to smirk as he looks at me.
“Don’t be mad, Santos. I know she’s your bestie and shit, I won’t get in the way of that. We are friends too, just in a different way,” he says with a wink.
A fucking wink.
It’s like the goddamn idiot wants me to crush his windpipe.
“You aren’t shit to her,” I spit. “Keep her name out of your fucking mouth or you’ll be choking on your teeth.”
“Alright, man. That’s enough. Coaches will be here any minute. He ain’t worth it,” Seb says.
