The Hearts We Break (The Alphaletes Book 3), page 16
Once they are done with me, they pounce on Smith, Seb, and Andrews as they begin firing off similar questions. I smile and start walking into the tunnel deciding that I’ll just take a shower when I get home. I take a step the wrong way for a second, and it sends a twinge up my leg. Fuck, maybe I’m not feeling as great as I thought. Still, I’m proud. The game was much needed, and I’m still riding the high, but I just want to celebrate with my girl properly.
Several guys pat my back as I strip off my gear and change into my street clothes. I give them thanks and nods, but I don’t make it a secret that I’m on a mission. When I step out of the locker room, I see Scar standing across the hall, leaning against the wall with a wide smile.
“Nice game, Santos,” she smiles as she pushes away from it.
I grin as I cross the distance between us and pick her up, lifting her by her ass and spinning her around as her arms wrap around me.
“Slater!” she squeals. “Put me down you oaf.”
I chuckle at that before placing a brief kiss to the inside of her neck before lowering her to her feet. She glances around us quickly like she’s checking to see if anyone is around before she leans up onto her toes and presses a kiss to my lips. It’s there and gone before I can grab her, and she must know that I’m not nearly satisfied with it being cut that short because she gives me a cheeky grin before she takes off running towards the parking lot. So, of course, I chase after her.
She doesn’t stay ahead of me for long, but I let her think she is. We climb into the car and to her surprise, I don’t jump her. Though, it’s not because I’ve lost interest. It’s only because this game was a family event and what I plan to do to Scarlett Hayes is the farthest thing from family-friendly.
As we make our way to my house, I can practically feel her excitement in the seat beside me. I slide a hand to her thigh, squeezing tightly as we turn around the corner. When we finally park in the driveway, we are still for a moment before I turn to face her.
“You get a ten second head start, Bubbles.”
She doesn’t even hesitate before she is flying out of the car and tearing up the front steps. I watch as she struggles with the keys, wasting her time before she finally pushes inside. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, for her, her time is up.
I pop open the car door, running inside the house, and catch Scar around the waist as she tries to run up the stairs.
“No!” she laughs as I swing her around, keeping an arm around her torso as I walk away from the stairs.
“Slater, stop! You stink! At least take a shower!” she giggles as she tries to pry out of my arms.
“You love it,” I say as I hold her tighter.
She fakes a gag as she turns her head away.
“I can promise you, I don’t.”
Laughing at that, I release her, allowing her to scramble away before I run a hand through my hair.
“Alright, fair enough.”
Scar smiles as she brushes a piece of my hair out of her face.
“How are you feeling?”
“A little sore, honestly. Flared up once the game was over.”
“You mean you allowed yourself to feel it once the game was over?” she asks with a raised brow.
I point at her. “Bingo.”
“Okay, well maybe a bath is better than a shower. Relax your muscles.”
“Only if you join me. Bubble bath with my Bubbles? Sounds like heaven,” I groan.
She laughs and nods. “Fine, but if I’m getting in with you, then you have to at least rinse off in the shower first because I literally can’t handle smelling you any longer,” she says as she takes an exaggerating step back.
I scoff as I stand up and roll my eyes.
“Baby, if you can’t handle me at my worst, you don’t deserve me at my best.”
She laughs at that. “Slater, I was there when you went through puberty. Trust me, I’ve been there at your worst.”
My mouth drops open as I lunge for her. She squeals and takes off running through the house. Girl is gonna get it.
I jog up the stairs, telling myself that if she isn’t in here by the time I’m done with my rinse off then I’m coming for her. Lucky for her, just as I’m stepping out, she is starting the water in the tub. When I bought the place, it didn’t even have a bath in the master, so I had one of those extra-large Jacuzzi tubs installed because who the hell likes sitting in a bath where your knees can’t even go under the water?
When I step out around the glass door of my shower, I waste no time slipping into the tub. Scar is easing herself in, but she’s taking too long for my liking, so I grip her by the hips and yank her down. Water sloshes over the side of the tub and onto the tile floor, but I couldn’t give a damn when I feel her pussy perfectly line up with my cock.
She tries to scoot away from me, unintentionally rubbing against my cock as she does before I pull her back to me again.
“Fuck yeah, ride me, baby,” I moan as I bite my bottom lip.
“Slater,” she laughs as she attempts to push off of me.
“I love the way my name sounds on your lips,” I say as my forearm wraps around her lower back. “Say it again.”
Her playful smirk turns devilish as she stops trying to fight me and leans in closer, her bare breasts brushing against my chest as her mouth hovers millimeters away from mine. She has a lusty glint in her eyes as she smiles and cocks her head to the side.
“Slater,” she moans in a soft sultry voice that has my cock hardening to a steel fucking pipe.
“Goddamn, baby.”
“Slater,” Scar says, gasping again as she begins lining herself up, her hand slipping underneath the water and gripping the base of my cock before slowly sinking down onto me.
“Oh, Slater,” her soft voice echoes off the walls of the bathroom.
“Fuck, yes. Ride that cock. Take what you want.”
She gives me a shy little smile before she nods and lifts herself up, before slowly sinking down again. The water isn’t really doing us any favors with the extra friction, but the way Scar’s breasts look wet and smooth, bouncing in and out of the water is more than enough to keep me fully focused on wringing every ounce of pleasure I can out of her.
I feel her hands come up to rest on my neck, her fingers playing with the ends of my hair as she continues her rhythm.
“I never thought sex in the water could feel good,” she says before a moan slips out of her.
“Usually doesn’t,” I grit between clenched teeth as I slowly start thrusting my hips to meet her movements.
She continues bouncing on my cock before I lift my hand up to cup one of her breasts, pulling it to my mouth before I flick my tongue out to meet her nipple. Letting out a gasping breath, Scar arches into my hold as I do it again. I swear to god I could feast on her for the rest of my life, and it would never be enough.
Burying my fist into her thick hair, I pull her closer to me, causing her to moan in approval. Inhaling deeply, I let out a groan as the intoxicating smell of her surrounds me. Goddamn, I love this woman.
I feel her legs begin to tremble as my teeth graze her nipple and her hold on me tightens.
“Slater….Slater…Fuck, oh, fuck,” she chants as her eyes close, and she tilts her head up to the ceiling.
I glance up at her, taking my mouth away from her only for a moment to speak.
“Eyes on me, baby. Let me see those pretty kaleidoscopes when you cover my cock with your sweet cum.”
Her eyes fly open as they land on me, and her mouth falls open into a beautiful O as she shouts out her release. I’m right behind her, my cock emptying itself inside her as my orgasm slams into me like a fucking freight train. My fingers dig into her hips tightly as I draw out every last bit of it until we’re both left panting.
It takes a few moments before Scar speaks.
“Alright, that was fun, but I’m beyond pruney. I’m out of here,” she says as she quickly stands up and reaches for the nearest towel.
I open my mouth in mock offense as I pretend to cover myself with my hands.
“So that’s all I’m good for, is it? I’m just an easy lay?”
She looks down at me with an appraising look before she shrugs and nods.
“Pretty much.”
Bolting out of the bath, Scar squeals as she takes off for the bedroom.
Okay, the little shit is definitely getting it now.
Slater
Scar opens Seb and Erica’s front door for me as I carry the two gifts in my hands. It’s Rosie and Daph’s birthday today, and since our weekends are now fully booked until our first bye, they decided to do a small party after practice today.
Daphne loves to bake and pretend to bake, so Scar bought her this fancy pretend baking set with all the little accessories. It looked cute as shit. Rosie, much like Erica, loves to paint, so we got her an art supply bag filled with the best things money could buy. At least, that’s what Scar said. I just handed her my credit card and told her that if she was willing to pick the presents, I was willing to pay for them.
Rosie probably already has it all if I’m honest. Erica set up a spot for her inside the studio Seb had built for Erica when they bought the house. But she’s a sweet kid who will love it no matter what.
There are only a handful of people inside but there are more than enough kids. The sounds of piercing screams damn near blows my eardrums after two steps inside. I watch as Erica chases after the twins while Vi tries to help. Wait, Vi? I look around and spot Mikey sitting with Seb in the corner, no doubt trying to hide from the noise.
“C’mon, baby,” I say as I nod in the direction of the guys.
“Slater,” Mikey smiles as he stands.
I turn to Seb and dump the presents in his lap before bringing Mikey in for a hug.
“I didn’t know you guys were gonna be here.”
“Neither did we,” he laughs. “But when Tuck heard the girls were having a party, he begged us and-”
“You’re a softie that couldn’t say no.”
He scoffs as if he was offended before grinning because we all know he’s definitely the marshmallow of the group, despite his sheer size and inked skin. Can’t judge a book by its cover and all that.
“Nice to see you, Miss Scarlett,” Mikey’s Southern accent draws out as he smiles at Scar.
I wrap my arm around her and kiss the side of her head, causing Mikey’s eyebrows to rise as he looks between us and down to Seb.
“What the hell have I missed?”
“Everything,” Seb laughs with a shake of his head.
“Hi, Declan,” Scar says. “I’m gonna go see if the girls need some help.”
“Appreciate it,” Mikey smiles with a nod.
I pull Scar in for a quick kiss before swatting at her ass, causing her to giggle as she shoots me a look of mock irritation over her shoulder before disappearing into the kitchen.
When I turn back to face my friends, I find them both staring at me.
“What?”
“Look at you,” Mikey laughs.
“Don’t start,” I say as I roll my eyes and drop into the chair behind me.
“Nothing bad,” Mikey says with raised hands. “Just surprised. I didn’t think you felt that way about Scarlett.”
I nod. “I do. Think I always have, just was too dumb to see it.”
Mikey smiles and nods. “You’re happy.”
“Really fucking happy,” I grin as I wipe a hand over my mouth in attempt to hide it.
“Good for you, man. What about Nikki? What’s the latest with that?”
I shrug. “I’m officially divorced. She’s free to do her thing and I'm free to do mine.”
“And you’re good with that?” Mikey asks curiously.
“Yeah,” I nod. “Nikki and I weren’t right for each other. I don’t have any bad blood against her. I just want to move on.”
“Good.”
“So, did Trev make it too?” I ask as I glance around the room.
If anyone would rearrange his schedule for those girls, besides Seb, it would be Trevor. Hell, when the man found out Erica was in labor, he left in the middle of a GQ photoshoot in the Bahamas and flew straight to Seattle. Sat in the hospital waiting room for hours just to be there for them.
Seb shakes his head. “Too hard with practice and their away game next week. That’s what he told the girls this morning when he FaceTimed them to say happy birthday. Sent a couple ridiculous presents though,” he scoffs as he points to the corner of the room where there is a large play kitchen set that basically resembles a real modern kitchen as well as a full-size easel, boxes of paints, and tools that probably cost thousands.
“How do you do it, man?” I ask.
“Do what?” Seb asks.
“Fucking put up with that. If a man that I knew was completely in love with my woman and inserted himself into my family’s life the way he does, I’d deck him.”
“Been there, done that,” he snorts with a twitch of a smile.
Mikey and I laugh at that before he continues.
“He’s been Erica’s best friend since they were kids, like you and Scar. I know Nikki asked you at least a hundred times to stop being friends with Scar, right?”
I scoff. “Try a thousand.”
“And you never did. Not that your marriage was less important, but it wasn’t fair of her to ask that. It’s the same thing. Does it bug me that a man that would happily take my place in a heartbeat is constantly talking to my wife and children? Abso-fucking-lutely. But I trust Erica. She would never betray us or our family. Trevor can be in love with her all he wants. It’s never going to change the fact that she picked me.”
“Shit, that’s fucking mature of you,” I say with a shake of my head.
He shrugs. “I love the guy. He was the person I was closest with for a long time. We will never be close like that again because of everything that has gone down, but I know who he is. He’s a good guy on the inside.”
Mikey nods his agreement. Fuck, well alright then. Seb’s a better man than I.
After cake, presents, and a piñata that more accurately resembled a controlled looting, the kids are playing in the bounce house in the backyard, while the adults that aren’t pro-ball players are having beer or wine by the pool. I glance around the yard but don’t see Scar. Frowning, I stand up and make my way inside to find her doing the dishes. I smile as I lean against the wall and shake my head. Heart of gold, that one. I don’t know if she knows how not to care for others. It’s ingrained in her.
“I didn’t know Seb and Erica hired you to be their maid,” I say as I take a step towards her.
Scar looks over her shoulder before rolling her eyes at me and laughing.
“Shut up. I’m just trying to help. They have enough going on. I want them to actually enjoy their daughters’ birthday.”
“You’re too perfect, Scar.”
She snorts and shakes her head as she finishes washing the last dish.
“Hardly.”
I close the gap between us and rest my hands on her hips, lowering my head down to hers as I brush my nose against her neck and inhale her sweet scent.
“Completely,” I rumble before pressing a featherlight kiss against her heavily beating pulse.
“Slater,” she whimpers. “Not here.”
I pull back and smirk at her as an idea begins to form in my head. Taking her hand, I intertwine our fingers before leading her down the hallway.
“Where are we going?”
I don’t answer as I lead her through the labyrinth that is Seb’s house.
“Slater,” Scar hisses at me. “We are not sneaking into one of Seb and Erica’s bedrooms to have sex.”
“God, no,” I sneer. “That’s disgusting. Do you really think I would do that?”
“Yes,” she says blandly.
“Ouch.”
“Where are we going then?”
Pushing the door that I’ve been looking for open, I pull Scar inside before shutting it behind her.
“The laundry room?” she asks with furrowed brows.
I run my tongue along my lower lip, nodding as I lift her up by her hips and set her onto the washing machine. Her sundress rises up, exposing her silky thighs that I instantly run my hands up and down.
“Slater, we are not doing this in the laundry room,” she says as my hand slides up higher, brushing against her already damp panties.
“Why not? Seb swears by it,” I smirk as I slide her panties to the side, running my finger up and down her wet lips.
“C’mon, baby. Spread those legs. Show me that pretty pink pussy.”
“Slater,” she breathes as her eyes dart toward the door.
“We don’t have too much time. Someone could walk in here at any moment,” I say as I nip her ear lobe.
She lets out a breathy moan as her legs begin to fall open. I drop down and wedge my head between her thighs, pushing them open as I dart my tongue out. Licking a slow line through her pussy, the addictive flavor explodes against my tongue. I grip the soft flesh of her thighs, forcing her legs even wider as I flick my tongue faster, making sure there isn’t a centimeter of her that I’m missing.
Her hand digs into my hair as she begins grinding her pussy against my face.
“Oh, fuck,” she whimpers. “Slater, I need you to fuck me. Please.”
I pull away from her, my lips still wet as I smirk.
“No need to beg, baby. I’ll give you what you want. First, come here and see how good you taste.”
I expect her to shy away but surprising me, she grabs my face and pulls me into her, her lips capturing mine before her tongue slips out almost greedily. She rolls her tongue over mine before letting out a needy moan into my mouth. The kiss becomes more frantic, more hurried as she holds me tighter, like she can’t get enough.
“You like tasting yourself on my tongue, baby?” I ask against her lips.
