Page 63 of Finally Moore
“What makes you think—” He pauses, peering around Scarlett’s head and into the living room, until he catches sight of the cougar in question. “That’s your mom? She’s hot.”
Scarlett hits him upside the back of the head. “No.”
“But—”
She crosses her arms and taps her boot as she looks up at the man who not only has a foot of height on her but at least a hundred pounds of muscle. “Get your dick wet somewhere else.”
Killian appears to consider his options for a moment before conceding. “Fine, maybe the firefighter will let me have a round with his girl. You know, spread the Christmas cheer and all.”
“I don’t care who you fuck, as long as it’s not my mom… or sister. And I think it goes without saying, but my niece is also very much off-limits.”
“You have a niece?”
“She’s seven.”
“Enough said.” He shivers at the thought before eyeing Scarlett up and down. Killian puts his hand up on the wall and leans in a little closer. “Why, Scarlett, this is a mighty fine sweater you’re wearing this evening,” he says with a thick Irish accent, one he doesn’t usually have unless he’s putting on a show for his groupies. His fingers trace along the V-neck of the collar. “Care to see how it looks on the floor as I—”
“No,” I interject and pull Scarlett to my side. “Back off. She’s mine.”
Killian frowns as he looks between us. “Really?”
Instead of responding, I show him by tipping Scarlett back and claiming her with my lips.
“Great, another one bites the dust.” Killian shakes his head and walks away. But I don’t stop as I turn and press Scarlett against that same wall.
“Scott,” she whispers. She tilts her head to the side, giving me access to her neck as I trail kisses along the sensitive skin behind her ear. I suck hard on the tender flesh as my hand travels underneath her sweater and grips her breast. I release her with a pop and gaze at my handiwork. Marking Scarlett as mine gives me a new sense of satisfaction I’ve never experienced before.
“Did I tell you how sexy you are in this sweater?” I ask her.
“No.” She chuckles. “But I can tell.” She rocks herself against my hard-on. “Someone is going to see.”
“Wait here,” I tell her before walking to the door. I glance around, making sure that no one is paying us any mind, before I shut and lock it. Certain that we won’t be interrupted, I return to Scarlett, who’s still leaning against the wall where I left her. Her cheeks flushed and her lips pouty. “Now, where were we, Angel?” I stalk forward, and she quickly glances behind me. “It’s locked.”
“Still, what if someone hears us?” she asks me.
I lift her sweater over her head, revealing a lacy black bra. “Then I guess you’ll just need to be a good girl and keep quiet.”
Chapter twenty-six
Scarlett
Scott’sananimalashe spins my body, then bends me over the desk. He’s impatient as he strips down my jeans. He’s always been a little rough, but right now, there’s a new hunger that has me already dripping for him.
“Look at this,” Scott says as he spreads my cheeks open. His tongue traces along my slit from front to back. “You’re so fucking wet, Angel.” I jump when his heavy palm lands on my ass with a quick swat. “Tell me who has you this wet?”
I turn to look at him over my shoulder with a smirk.
Smack!
I bite my lip to suppress my moan. Scott continues to deliver strikes to my ass, increasing their intensity as I avoid giving him the answer he should already know. My body jolts as the next whack is delivered to my pussy.
“Fuck,” I cry out.
“Shh.” He soothes the tender flesh by massaging it. “Fine, if you’re not going to tell me, I’ll just have to remind you who this pussy belongs to.” Scott drops his pants and I brace myself as he slams inside me.
“Holy fuck—”
His hand covers my mouth and he shushes me again. I pant into his palm as he proceeds to fuck me from behind with a sudden sense of urgency. Grunting with each thrust. Just as I’m about to come, he pulls back.