Wildcard: Volume Three

What can I say? She makes me horny.

She bites her lip as I position her over my length and lower her onto me as my fingers roll up over her stomach and massage her breasts. God, she drives me crazy. My cock is throbbing, aching for release as her pussy moves up and down my shaft.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” I mumble. I slide a finger inside her, alongside my cock. She gasps, her fingernails digging into my flesh. “God, Scar, you feel so damn good.”

I groan as my body jerks and releases inside her until I’m empty and sore as fuck. I slide myself out of her, keeping my finger inside her. I’m determined to make her come. I’d spend all night making her come if she’d let me.

“God, yes!” She collapses on the bed next to me, out of breath, her cheeks flushed. I slither against her, loving the feel of her scorching hot skin against mine. My lips meet her neck as I taste the sweetness of her sweat. She sighs, tilting her head back against my shoulder.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” I whisper, my tongue curling around her earlobe.

She gasps as I gently bite, and I'm not even sure that she is capable of responding.

“I love you,” she whispers, her words falling away as she drifts off to sleep. I sigh and close my eyes, kissing the soft skin of her neck.

I love you, too.

Chapter Four

Scarlett

It’s exactly one week since Jake’s surgery and I’m exhausted. Trying to keep his spirits up is a full-time job on its own—not that it takes much to cheer him up.

I sit by Jake’s bed, listening to him chatter on about his Transformers. With all that’s gone on this week, I haven’t had a chance to breathe, let alone think about anything other than my son, but I know I can’t avoid it forever.

I haven’t heard from Tony since before Jake’s surgery.

He’s gone from hassling me daily to nothing, yet I’m still thinking about him just as much. I thought that by “handling” the situation I’d be able to relax and focus on the things important in my life—Jake and Ryder—but if anything, the opposite is true: I’m nervous—terrified—that he’ll be back, angrier than ever. I’m barely holding onto my sanity, as though at any moment everything I love is going to be ripped from me.

And Ryder. Oh, God, if he finds out the truth . . . I shudder, because the thought of him knowing that about me makes me sick.

“Mommy? Are you listening to me?” Jake asks, his eyes narrowing.

“Of course I am.” I smile at him.

“Yeah? Then what was I saying?” he challenges.

I cringe, because I’ve just been called out by my seven-year-old. I have no idea what the hell he was talking about. I try to come up with a response, but it’s too late: he has me and he knows it.

“Ha! You can’t yell at me for not listening ever again.” Jake laughs triumphantly, his green eyes sparkling with delight. I narrow my eyes and smile.

That’s definitely my boy.

***

Ryder picks me up from the hospital after Jake has gone to sleep. I slide inside the car and lean over, accepting his lips against mine.

“How is he?” he asks, driving out of the parking lot.

“Good. Really good. They want to keep him until we fly to London, but just as a precautionary measure. They want to make sure nothing interferes with him participating in the trial.”

Jake’s survived another hurdle, but they are becoming all too frequent. I hate thinking the worst, but I know the likelihood of one of these infections eventually taking my boy is high.

I’m asleep by the time we reach the hotel. Ryder bundles me out of my car and up to the hotel room, where he insists on me eating something. I select a chicken pasta dish that sounds moderately appetizing from the room service menu and run myself a hot bath.

Sighing, I immerse myself in the hot water, my body instantly relaxing. This is what I needed. The last few weeks I've barely had a moment to think about myself. Not that I'm complaining. Jake’s okay, and that's all that matters, but there is so much other shit going on—things I should have been dealing with and haven't.

Things like Tony.