The Hearts We Break (The Alphaletes Book 3), page 26
“Do you touch yourself, Slater?”
“Sometimes,” I say, keeping my eyes on hers.
A small smile spreads across her face at that.
“What do you think about when you do?”
“You,” I say instantly. I would never admit to her just how badly I’ve missed being with her. She has way more important things to worry about than my dick that refuses to stay soft around her. But fuck do I miss having my girl, the quick shower jerk offs are definitely not the same.
“Show me,” she practically whispers.
I pause for a moment, my eyes flicking over her face as I see desire filling her expressive eyes. Before I can second guess myself, I’m sliding off my sweats, pushing my boxers with them as I do. Reaching down, I grab my cock, running my hand up and down it a few times before gripping the base.
“Now what?” I ask.
“Touch yourself like you do when no one is watching,” she says, her eyes moving from my face down to my cock.
Lifting my hand up, I spit into it before wrapping my fist back around my cock and begin stroking myself. My movements start slow, from base to tip and back down again. I keep my eyes on Scar as she watches me with rapt attention.
There is something about getting yourself off in front of someone else, something almost taboo about it. The way Scar is biting her lip, not letting her eyes stray from me only encourages me, though as I pick up my pace.
“Fuck, Scar,” I groan as I quicken my pace.
“What are you thinking about, Slater? Are you thinking about me sucking on your cock?”
“I wasn’t, but now I sure as shit am.”
She smiles as she leans closer, lifting her shirt up and over her head, revealing her perfect breasts to me. Her nipples are hard, and I want nothing more than to suck on those pretty little pink nipples until they melt into my mouth.
Scar grabs my left hand, lifting it to her breast, encouraging me to squeeze as she speaks.
“I love sucking your cock. Feeling your thick head push down my throat. It’s hard for me to take you all the way but when I do, the look in your eyes is like a shot of adrenaline for me,” she says.
“You suck my cock so good, baby. Best I ever had,” I groan as I run my thumb over her nipple, causing a shudder to run through her body.
Slowly, Scar leans forward, her mouth hovering only inches above my cock. My pulse begins thundering inside my chest as my breath catches. Fuck, I miss that sweet mouth.
Surprising me, she opens her mouth and spits on the head of my cock. My cock twitches at that as my eyes roll into the back of my head.
“Fuck, baby. That’s so hot,” I say as I pick my speed up.
“I like watching you touch yourself,” she admits as she rubs her thighs together softly.
“Are you wet for me, baby?”
She bites her lower lip, nodding softly.
“Do you want to touch yourself?”
Shaking her head she opens her mouth to speak.
“I want you to touch me. I don’t think I’m able to have sex but-”
Before she can even finish her sentence I’m up, off my back and on my stomach as I grip the hem of her yoga pants, pulling them down her hips and off her legs before tossing the useless material behind me. Not having the patience for the scrap of silk in my way, I grip it with both hands and tear it. Something satisfying ripples inside me at the sound of the rip before I push the remnants away, spreading Scar’s thighs before I bury my face into her pussy.
I hear her gasp and feel her hand grip the back of my head as I run my tongue up and down her wet slit. The familiar taste of her explodes against my tongue, causing me to let out a muffled moan as I grip her hips and pull her into me closer. My tongue moves up, resting on her clit before I pull away and speak.
“Is this okay, baby?”
“Okay?” she gasps. “This is amazing! Don’t you dare stop.”
I smirk against her thigh as I press a light kiss to it.
“Hold on tight, Bubbles.”
Focusing my attention on her clit, I flick my tongue against it, finding an easy rhythm that has Scar’s hips lightly thrusting into me. She’s gasping and moaning, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d say she was already close.
“T-touch yourself, Slater. I want us to cum together. Can you cum like this?”
“You kidding?” I say as I pull away. “I could cum just from the smell of you.”
Reaching down to grip my cock, I lower myself back down to Scar, sucking on her clit while I stroke myself. The combination of her soft moans, her sweet taste, and my hand is just enough to push me over the edge, and apparently it’s enough for Scar.
She curls her fingers into the little bit of hair that I have left as her back arches and her legs begin to shake.
“Oh my god! Slater! Slater! Yes!” she cries out.
I quickly move lower, licking every inch of her, making sure not to waste a drop of her cum. As soon as the first bit hits my tongue, I’m a goner. I hold my left hand out as I stroke myself into it, continuing to lick and suck Scar’s orgasm as I stroke myself through my own.
When we both come down from our highs, I quickly make my way to the bathroom, washing my hands before stepping back into the bedroom. I grab a new pair of panties from the dresser and her yoga pants before I slide them up Scar’s legs.
She is slipping her shirt back on when I lay down next to her, helping her into it before I grab my boxers at the end of the bed and pull them up. I lift my arm up, and Scar comes to me instantly. We are quiet for a few moments as I trace patterns on the back of her shoulder when she speaks.
“So, why haven’t we been doing that the whole time?”
I chuckle before pressing a kiss to the side of her head.
“Today is the first time in a long time I’ve seen you with any sort of energy, baby. Not sure you would have been up for it any other time.”
She nods as she looks up to me with a dazed smile.
“Thank you for stopping at all those places. I’m blaming the weed for the random food choices. Sorry if-”
“Please don’t apologize, baby. I’d drive to a million places if it meant you were able to eat. It’s been killing me to see you like this.”
Her smile slowly falls as she nods seriously.
“I know and I’m-”
“I swear, Scarlett Hayes, I will take you over my knee if you try to apologize one more time.”
“Promises, promises,” she chuckles.
“Easy, trouble,” I say as I wrap my arms around her, burying my nose into her neck as I inhale her sweet scent.
“Seriously,” she says as she looks up at me. “Have I told you how much I appreciate everything you have been doing for me?”
“Only every spare moment of every day,” I smirk. “Honestly, Scar, I wish I could do more. If I could swap places with you, I’d do it in a heartbeat.”
“Don’t say that,” she says with a shake of her head as she closes her eyes. “I can’t even imagine a reality without you.”
“Me neither,” I say, causing those kaleidoscopes to open for me.
“I’m trying,” she says softly, her voice tinged with what sounds like regret.
“I know, baby. You’re doing so good. My little fighter,” I smile as I hold the back of her neck, forcing her to keep her eyes on me as I do my best to keep the fear out of my voice as I speak to her.
“I just want you to try to let those around you help. I know you’re keeping people away because you’re scared, but we are all scared too. We want to help you anyway we can, and I hate that you’re alone more often than not. Once the season is over, things will be different but for now I don’t think you being in this house alone is good for you. At least, not emotionally.”
She nods but doesn’t speak.
“We love you, Bubbles. So much. Let us be there for you.”
“It felt good to hangout with someone today,” she nods.
I do my best not to bristle at the reminder that she spent the entire day with Trevor, it’s not that I don’t trust Scar. I’d trust her with my life. It’s Trevor that’s the problem. Though, I do feel a small amount of gratitude towards the guy. Whatever he and Scar talked about or did today has changed something in her. For the first time in weeks, I see life in her eyes. I see her fire. It’s small, but it’s there. I can’t help but feel a little jealous that I wasn’t the one to evoke that, though.
“I was just scared. I didn’t want to disrupt everyone’s life in case I don’t make it. If I end up like my mom. I want to be realistic and-”
“And nothing,” I say softly. “I’m right here in your corner, Scar. You could try to push me away, but it would be moot. I’ll never give up on you, and neither will our families, so do us all a favor and let us love on you.”
She sits there second, mulling over my words before she slowly smiles and nods.
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
She nods. “Okay.”
I smile at that, cupping her face. “I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you too.”
Closing the distance between us, I can’t help but get lost in the feel of her, the taste, the smell. I commit everything to memory, doing my best to ingrain this moment into my head forever. Not because I’m worried it will be one of my last times with her because like I said, I’m not even allowing myself to fathom that nightmare. I’m memorizing it because this is the exact moment that I’ve decided I can’t live without Scarlett Hayes being mine forever another moment.
Scarlett
I’m sitting on the front porch when the familiar pickup truck pulls into the driveway. The green script of ‘Hayes Construction’ elicits so many memories as the truck parks before three doors open almost simultaneously.
Ezra is the first to make it to me, and he wastes no time clinging to me. He buries his head into my neck as he holds me close.
“God, never thought I’d say I missed you,” he says with thick emotion clogging his words.
“Gee, thanks,” I laugh lightly as he pulls away.
“I’m serious. We saw each other weekly and texted almost daily. I don’t think I’ve ever gone this long without talking to you.”
A pang of sadness runs through me. I really have been shutting everyone out because I couldn’t tell you how long it’s been since I have seen my family. Guilt twists my stomach as I look at Ezra.
“I’m sorry. I just needed some time to…process, I guess.”
He nods as Aaron comes up behind him, pushing Ezra out of the way before wrapping his arms around me.
“Fuck, Scarlett. You’re tiny.”
“I’ve actually gained three pounds,” I smile proudly, though the smile falters slightly when I see the pure anguish on my father’s face just over Aaron’s shoulder.
He stands a few feet away from me, conflict heavy in his features before I speak.
“Hi, Daddy.”
As if the words sent a bolt of lightning to my dad, he quickly closes the distance between all of us, scooping me up into his arms before holding me tight. I cling to him, taking comfort in the familiar scent of wood, oil, and that cologne my mom started buying him back when they first got married.
“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” he asks when he finally lets me go.
“I’m okay. I have chemo tomorrow, so I’m doing better than I will be tomorrow,” I laugh lightly but stop soon when none of the guys laugh. Tough crowd.
“Is it bad?” Ezra asks.
Aaron scoffs. “I mean, she basically gets poison strong enough to kill cancer pumped into her body, so I bet it’s not good.”
Ezra flips Aaron off as he rolls his eyes. I can’t help but chuckle. I missed them more than I realized.
“Alright, enough of that,” my dad grouses. “Are you able to eat, sweetheart? We could go to that little diner by our house?”
My stomach isn’t one hundred percent on board with the idea of food, but I haven’t eaten or thrown up today yet so it’s probably best if I try. I give him a small smile and nod.
“I can try.”
He nods as he wraps an arm around my shoulders.
“That’s my girl,” he says as he slowly starts helping me to the car.
I feel Ezra on my left as Aaron comes up behind me. It’s like I have my own personal security detail but I kind of love it. It doesn’t take long for us to get to the nostalgic diner. We’ve been coming here since we were kids. It’s a great hole-in-the-wall place with hands down the best apple pie you’ll ever have. I guess Vi used to work nights here for a while before she met Declan. It’s amazing I never ran into her because my family used to come here that often. We practically knew everyone.
We take our seats in the booth as our waitress comes over, wearing a robin’s egg blue diner dress that I’m pretty sure has been the dress code since it first opened over thirty years ago. After we all order our food, we are talking about how the company has been doing when the door opens, ringing the bell throughout the diner.
A guy in a nice suit with sandy brown hair walks in, looking entirely out of place in this hole-in-the-wall diner. We make eye contact and instead of staring at my bare head like most people do, he gives me a kind smile as he walks towards our table.
“Hey, sorry I got caught up in a meeting,” he says to the table as Ezra stands.
I furrow my brows in confusion before Ezra and he hug. It lasts for half a beat before they are sitting down, the mystery guy pulling up a chair at the end of the table.
“Nice to see you again, sir,” he says as he sticks his hand out to my dad.
Dad nods and smiles as he shakes his hand before he says hello to Aaron. Then his eyes land on me.
“Sorry, I haven’t introduced myself. I’m Alex. It’s nice to meet you, Scarlett.”
I smile and reach out to shake his large hand.
“Nice to meet you too. Are you a friend of Ezra’s?”
Alex smiles before casting a look at Ezra.
“He’s actually my boyfriend,” Ezra says with an almost sheepish smile.
I watch as Alex nods with a proud smile before resting his hand on Ezra’s thigh. Ezra blushes in a way that I’m all too familiar with, and I know that he wants the attention off him as soon as possible, so I decide to save all of the embarrassing ‘how long have you been together and when did you meet questions’ for later.
Smiling, I nod as I turn to face Alex.
“Well, my sympathies. Ezra is a pain in the ass eight days out of seven.”
Ezra’s blush fades into a mock scowl before the entire table laughs. We all fall into easy conversation as our food comes. I learn that Alex works for a marketing company downtown and has been there for a little over six years. I guess he’s from Arizona but came up here for school before deciding to settle down up here.
I was able to keep both my soup and half a sandwich down, which was a huge success. It was a really great day and it had me kicking myself for not letting my family get closer to me sooner. Putting up that wall was only hurting all of us. I needed this. Needed them.
Slater shuts the book with a satisfying thunk before setting it down on the side table. He insisted that we read a football romance when we finished the last one, so this time, I let him pick. I don’t really care what he reads, I just enjoy listening to him. Looking out the window, I watch the rain fall down, soaking in the city on this gray and gloomy day.
It isn’t gloomy for me, though. It’s actually a really good day. For the first time since starting chemo, we have good news. My tumor markers are down, and though the oncologist said we still have an uphill battle, it’s a start. A really good one. I don’t think I’ve seen Slater smile that wide in a few weeks, which of course made my smile bigger. His joy has always been so infectious.
“How are you feeling, Bubbles?”
I look away from the window, smiling at Slater before reaching my hand out for him. He laces our fingers together before bringing my hand to his mouth and places a soft kiss to it.
“I haven’t been this good in a long time,” I smile.
“Me neither,” he agrees. “I know we still have a long road, but, fuck, I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. Can’t you?”
“I’m starting to,” I nod.
“So, what do you think? Where are we going when you finally kick the shit out of this?”
I chuckle lightly as I mull it over.
“Somewhere warm. I want to lay on the beach, drink a little too much, eat some good food, and lock ourselves in a hotel room for days.”
Slater smirks, a devilish glint entering his eyes. “I don’t hate the idea of that.”
I laugh. “I bet not.”
He winks at me before nodding. “Alright, baby. Somewhere warm.”
I like the fact that we’re planning for the future. Even if it’s a bit preemptive. It’s motivating, like there will be more to life again one day then all of this. I’ve lost some battling this cancer, I may lose more, but when I glance to my left, I know there is one thing I’ll never lose, and for that, I’ll never not be thankful.
It’s been a week since my last round of chemo, and I’m finally starting to feel good again. Thanks to a trip to the dispensary every now and then, I’ve been able to maintain a slight appetite which is helping me keep the weight on. It still varies on the day. Some days are better than others, but the bad days only make me more grateful for the good.
Today is a good day, and to make it better, it’s a Wednesday. Slater and I are on our way to our first Wednesday dinner in a long time. The Crusaders’ season was cut short, again, this year. It wasn’t just Slater who was off his game. Smith struggled keeping up all season, and according to Slater, word is already out that he will be traded. Poor guy.
Slater is holding my thigh as he drives, while singing horribly off key to 5 Seconds of Summer. I can’t help but laugh as I try to sing along. When we pull up outside of Slater’s house, he pauses, turning to face me with a soft smile.
“I can’t believe how long we’ve been friends. It feels like just yesterday we moved into this place.”
