The Hearts We Break (The Alphaletes Book 3), page 14
“Nah, you’re right,” I say. “He ain’t worth shit. At least that’s what Scar told me after she walked out on you at the restaurant.”
I hear Walsh ‘ooo’ from behind me like he knew Andrews was full of shit the whole time before I continue.
“If I hear my girl’s name come out of your mouth again, we are gonna have a fucking problem.”
He scoffs, though it’s clear his once inflated ego is pathetically limp on the ground.
“She isn’t your girl.”
Now, it’s my time to smirk. “The fuck she isn’t. That girl has been mine for twenty years. Always will be too. Got that?”
Andrews attempts to shove me off him, but I don’t let go until I’m ready, making it known that I’m the one who holds the true power in this situation.
“Watch yourself,” I say before taking a step back with my eyes on him before turning to find Seb watching me with his mammoth arms crossed over his chest.
He looks at me in disapproval for half a second before he smiles and claps my back.
“Well, now it’s official.”
“What is?” I ask with a quirked brow.
“You and Scar. Once you threaten to make a dude choke on his own teeth just for speaking against your woman, you know it’s the real deal.”
I can’t help but bark out a laugh at that. He’s got a point.
Slater
Once weight training is over, we have a little team meeting before we are done for the day. Seb and I part ways as I pull out my phone and shoot off a text to Scar.
Me: I can’t wait to eat you. I mean, see you.
Her response comes almost immediately.
Scar: Oh my god! You can’t just text things like that.
Me: Says who?
Scar: Uhm, everyone?
Me: Not a good enough answer. Are you coming over tonight?
Scar: Do you want me to?
Me: Is that even a question?
Her next response takes longer than the others, so I toss my phone to the side as I fire up my car and make the short drive home. When I pull into my driveway, I glance down to see a message from Scar.
Scar: Then yes.
I can’t help but smile at that.
Me: Good. Now get your sweet ass over here and spread those legs. I’m fucking starving.
Scar: SLATER!
Chuckling as I step out of my car, I pocket my phone as I grab my gym bag and unlock the house. I drop my stuff onto the counter and walk over to the fridge, pulling open the door when I pause. The papers that have become practically a permanent fixture on the fridge stare at me.
My hand pulls them down, setting them on the counter before I can even second guess it. I open up the junk drawer to my left, grabbing the first pen I can find and scrawling my signature across the blank line. I stare at the two signatures in front of me. Nearly identical to the ones we signed when applying for our marriage license. It’s weird how even ink on a page can change so much over time.
It feels pointless to dwell on the what-ifs of life but the thought rolling around my head, especially in the last couple of months, has been louder than most. What if I would have shoot my shot with Scar any of the countless opportunities I had? Before Nikki. Before Brighton.
Too late to question now. Nothing good comes from looking in the rearview mirror. I’m moving forward with my girl by my side.
Pushing away from the island, I jog upstairs to take a shower before Scar gets here. Once I’m done, I’m just slipping on a pair of gray sweats and a T-shirt when I hear the front door open and close. Smiling like an idiot, I step out into the hallway before making my way down the stairs to see Scar walking inside.
“Hey, beautiful,” I say as I walk up to her and slip my hand behind her head before pulling her mouth to mine.
When I pull away she blinks up at me, a soft dazed look in her eyes as she smiles.
“I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to that.”
I smirk and wink at her before I notice that she is carrying a grocery bag. I grab it from her and set it on the table.
“What did you get?” I ask.
“Just some general supplies. You were running low. What sounds good for dinner?” she asks as she begins putting the groceries away.
“You always make dinner. Let me make it tonight.”
She tosses a disbelieving look over her shoulder as she laughs lightly.
“No offense, but I don’t really want to eat burnt mac and cheese.”
I scoff before I nudge her out of the way to take her place and finish putting things away.
“That was literally one time, and I was fourteen. I’ve become quite the cook I’ll have you know.”
She’s not buying it as she stares at me with a blank look.
“Since when?”
“Well, I haven’t tried in a while. I’m probably better now,” I shrug as I look at the ingredients in front of us.
“Lemon chicken and asparagus?” I offer.
She just shakes her head and laughs.
“Sure, just make sure you order something when that goes up in smoke.”
“Ye of little faith!” I call out as she steps out of the kitchen and makes her way into the living room.
I’m looking down at the ingredients, trying to figure out what to do first.
“Cut the veggies first,” she calls out from her spot on the couch as she pulls a book out of her purse.
Ah! That makes sense. I grab the onion and asparagus before I begin chopping.
“Read to me,” I say.
“No,” Scar grumbles as she buries herself deeper into the couch.
“Pleaseeeee. You always used to read to me when we were kids.”
“Yeah, but you only ever wanted to hear the dirty scenes,” she scoffs with a smirk.
“Still do. Some of the shit those women write is freaky. I fucking love it.”
She ignores me as she continues focusing on the book. That’s how I know she’s super into it, and the fact that she is refusing to read to me tells me she’s in a dirty scene. I quietly set down the knife before wiping my hands on a towel and creeping up behind her. When her grip loosens on the book to flip the page, I yank it out of her hand, running through the house because I know she’s coming for my ass.
“What is Tied in Leather by C.L. Menegon about?” I laugh as I begin flicking through the pages.
“I swear to god if you lose my place, I will castrate you!” she threatens as she chases after me.
“Ouch, that would only hurt us both. I know they’ve come to be one of your favorite things.”
“Egotistical, much?”
I ignore her as I look at the description on the back. “Sounds spicy,” I say with a smirk before I flip the book open to where I’m assuming she left off.
“‘When my knees hit the metal, I throw her down on the bonnet. She whimpers at the impact, but I don’t miss her smirk.’” I skim over a few paragraphs before I continue reading. “‘I run a delicate finger over her clit and her breathing instantly turns heavier when her hands curl around my waist as she pulls me into her. I slide down through her slit and slowly dip my finger inside her.’”
My mouth drops as my eyebrows shoot up to my hairline.
“Scarlett Hayes, are you sitting on my couch casually reading about a girl getting bent over a car?”
Her cheeks burn bright red as she makes her way over to me.
“The story is really good. I think you’d like it.”
“Based on where I think that’s going, I know I would,” I say as Scar takes the book from my hand and slips a bookmark in place.
She goes to walk away from me, but I wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her into me before tucking my head into her neck.
“You know, all you have to do is ask. I’ll be happy to re-enact any of these scenes with you,” I say as I nip at her ear lobe.
“Really?” she gasps breathily.
I can’t help but smirk as I pull away from her, reaching down to intertwine our fingers before I pull her with me.
“C’mon.”
She follows wordlessly, as I move through the house, dinner on the stove long forgotten. That’s what the fire department is for, right? This is much more important.
I push the door to the garage open as I tug Scar in through the entrance.
“Pick a car, baby,” I say as I gesture to the four cars I have parked inside.
Her eyes skate over them before she looks at me with a confused furrow to her brows.
“For what?”
“Pick.”
She hesitates for a moment before she points at my jet black Jaguar E-Type. I can’t help but smirk as I press my hand to her lower back and guide her towards it.
“Great choice.”
We walk until the front of her thighs meets the side of the hood. I lift my hand to her lower back before gently pushing down.
“Bend over for me.”
Slowly, she does, bending to my touch without a single ounce of hesitance before she is sprawled out across the ’67 classic. Reaching out, I slip my fingers under the hem of her yoga pants before slowly beginning to peel them off her legs. I watch as goosebumps spread across her bare thighs before I place a kiss to the bottom of her ass cheek. She lets out a little gasp, causing me to chuckle before I do it again and again as I start making my way up until I’m leaning over her.
Pulling her ass to meet the front of my shorts, I grind my cock against her as I groan.
“Fuck, I love seeing you bent over like this for me. What happens next?” I ask.
“I-I don’t know. I didn’t get that far in before you took the book from me,” she whispers huskily.
“Improv then, baby.”
She turns her head to look at me from the side as she looks up at me.
“Take your pants off,” she says, in a voice that is dripping a hell of a lot more confidence than it was two seconds ago.
Without a second thought, I drop my sweats to the ground before gripping my dick, running my hand up and down the length before squeezing slightly, doing my best to take the edge off. Too bad it doesn’t fucking work.
“Now what?” I rasp.
“Push inside me.”
“No foreplay?”
She balks at that as her eyes widen.
“You’re kidding, right? If you don’t get inside me right this second I’m pretty sure I’m going to combust.”
I chuckle lowly before lining myself up and pushing inside her. She lets out a low moan as her pussy grips me like a vice. Drawing my hips back, I pull out almost all the way before pushing in deeper this time. Scar arches her back into me in encouragement, causing me to do it again and again until our pace quickens.
“Oh my god! Slater,” she groans as my fingers grip her hips.
“You like having my cock buried inside your tight pussy while you’re bent over my car, baby? Like feeling the cold steel pressed against your tits while I fuck your wet cunt?”
She moans something inaudible as her head nods quickly. Letting go of one of her hips, I bury my hand into the back of her thick chocolate hair before lifting her head up and off the car.
“Got something to say, Bubbles?” I smirk as I continue fucking her.
Her eyes are drenched in lust, her face full of want and drunk with desire as she looks at me.
“More,” she pleads.
I nod. “Good girl,” I say as I release my hold on her hair and bring my hand around to brush against her clit.
“Yes, god! Yes!” she shouts.
“I love how responsive you are to my touch.”
“Your touch is so good,” she whimpers as her hips thrust into my hand.
My fingers rub tight, quick circles over her as I increase the pace of my thrusts until her legs are trembling beneath me. I know she’s right on the edge, ready to fall apart any minute, and if I wasn’t about to lose it myself, I’d stretch this out for a little longer because holy fuck, that C.L. chick knew what she was doing. This is hot as fuck.
“Cum for me. Let that sweet little pussy cum all over my cock. I want your cum dripping down this car.”
“Oh my god!” she shouts as her pussy begins to convulse around me.
I feel her orgasm tear through her, and it sends me right over the edge with her, my cock twitching and pulsing as I empty myself inside her. Fucking hell. Thank god for smutty books.
Scarlett
The next morning, I slip out of bed before Slater to make us some coffee. I feel the muscles in my legs strain with each step, and other places are more than sore from last night. Going from nearly celibate to having sex practically every chance we can get is definitely something my body is adjusting to. I swear I’ve literally been sore non-stop since Slater and I got together. Not like you’ll hear any complaints from me.
I start up the machine and grab two mugs from the cupboard when something on the counter catches my attention. Slater’s divorce papers? I didn’t even notice that they weren’t on the fridge anymore. They were up there for so long I’m surprised I didn’t. A new inked mark catches my attention and has me leaning in closer.
He signed them.
A hopeful feeling blooms inside of me. Does that mean he’s ready to officially put things between them to rest? I mean, hopefully, right? Considering how many times he’s told me over the last few days how he’s in love with me, that we are together now and the sheer amount of times that he’s made me cum.
I don’t know why it took him so long to sign the papers. I mean, they had a pretty inclusive prenup in place and they will probably still have to get things finalized in person. So what was the hold up? Was he second guessing giving up on her? Was he planning to go after her? Was I just a momentary distraction?
No, obviously not. If that was the case why would he all of a sudden sign them now? No, this is good. He’s moving on, moving forward. With me.
“I can practically hear your thoughts all the way from over here,” Slater says from across the room, causing me to jump in surprise.
I cover my racing heart with my hand as I blow out a soft breath.
“Shit. You scared me,” I say as he crosses the distance between us. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to snoop. I just saw them on the counter and I-”
“Shhh,” Slater says as he brushes a finger across my lips before bending down and pressing a soft but passionate kiss to them. “Never apologize. You’re never snooping. I don’t have anything to hide from you, Bubbles.”
The uncertainty that was rising inside of me quickly dwindles from the combination of his words and the way he is watching me lovingly.
“Why did you sign it? Or I guess, why did you wait?”
He licks his lips for a moment like he is searching for the words before he speaks. “If I’m honest, I’m not really sure. I think a part of me was scared. Scared to admit that I failed the one thing I shouldn’t have. Scared to close the door on what had been my life over the last seven years. It only took one night with you to realize that it wasn’t about what I did wrong, it was about what I was doing right going forward. We aren’t starting this thing with my obviously failed marriage hanging over our heads. I want to get all of it handled as quickly and drama free as possible so we can focus on us.”
I nod. It makes sense, and I’m glad he feels that way. Though, a small nagging voice in the back of my head whispers doubts. Like maybe he isn’t quite over Nikki. How could he be? They were together for so long and have only been separated for a handful of months. Is he really ready to move on? Jump into another relationship at the drop of a hat? I want to believe it, but part of me is hesitant.
Slater cocks his head to the side, his brows furrowing as he watches me closely because the man knows me way too well.
“Talk to me, Bubbles.”
I shrug as I look away. “It’s nothing. Just dumb insecurities.”
“Insecurities aren’t dumb, don’t disregard yourself like that. I’m listening,” he encourages.
“I just…are you sure you are ready for all of this? I’ve been waiting for you for over twenty years, I think I could wait a little longer if you need it. I’d rather wait than risk you moving on too quickly when you aren’t ready.”
His hand slides to the nape of my neck, holding me steadily as his deep brown eyes burrow into me.
“The thing is, I’m starting to realize that I fell out of love with Nikki a long time ago. It sounds like a bullshit thing to say but it’s the truth. Our good times were few and far between, and practically nonexistent over the last three years or so. All the bright spots in my life revolved around you, it always has.
“Maybe that means our marriage ending the way it did wasn’t all Nikki’s fault. Maybe it means I was far more invested in this,” he says as he gestures between us. “More than I ever was in that. I’m not perfect, Scar. I have baggage and probably some drama in my future, but one thing is for sure. I’ve never not loved you, and I’ll never be able to stop. If you want us to take things slower than we have, we’ll do it. I’m not in a rush. You’re the end game, and I’ll play it however you want as long as it all wraps up with you in my arms.”
Butterflies swarm through me at his words. Slater isn’t the sappy type, ever. He will be straight up with you, he will listen and give advice, but he doesn’t openly express his innermost feelings. At least not with anyone but me typically, but even I have never heard him speak like this.
“I love you,” I say softly, still not getting used to the feel of it on my tongue.
Saying it in my head a million times over the years isn’t the same as openly speaking the words out to the universe, right to Slater.
A sweet smile takes over his face as he pulls me closer, pressing his lips against mine in a kiss that I hope never ends. When he pulls away, he rests his forehead against mine as he shakes his head and laughs.
“I think I love you too much for my own good.”
My knee bounces nervously as we pull up.
“Will you chill? You act like you’ve never been to your dad’s house before,” Slater laughs as he squeezes my thigh.
