Omens (The Triad 3)

SCARLET

My hands were shaking as I held Tristan’s phone and stared at Motshan’s words.

“You going to type anything anytime soon?” Elliot asked, causing me to jump as he snuck up behind me. I glanced at him over my shoulder and then looked back at the phone.

My fingers hovered over the little keyboard.

It’s Scarlet, I typed. Alone?

I held my breath as it sent and delivered. A moment passed, my stomach flipping around wildly as I waited for those three little chat bubbles to pop up.

Alone.

I let out a breath and looked back at Elliot. He read the message and shrugged, letting me do this on my own.

I want a public place. The deli we used to go to as kids?

When?

Tomorrow at 1pm.

Done.

“Can I borrow a car tomorrow?” I asked as Tristan walked into the kitchen in nothing but a pair of low-slung sweatpants. My eyes wandered…and caught on the significant bulge he sported in those things.

“My eyes are up here,” he said as he laughed and started to make himself a cup of tea.

“I know where they are,” I told him, finding his green eyes with ease. “But I wasn’t looking for them at the moment.” I winked and handed him his phone back.

“You really want to do this alone?” he asked.

“I’m going to remove myself from this conversation before I put my fucking foot in my mouth,” Elliot grumbled, kissing my hair as he walked past me. “Good night, little one.” He smacked my ass and continued back down the hallway.

“Yes,” I said to Tristan. “He’s going to show up alone, and I think we can speak more honestly if we don’t have any eavesdropping ears to worry about.”

“You don’t feel like you can speak openly with us?” he asked, his arms crossing against his tattooed chest as he waited for the kettle to boil.

“That’s not what I meant.” I moved towards him and rested my hands on the counter behind him, caging him in. “But you have to know from your own experience in what you do that there’s a difference in being truly alone with someone.”

“I do, princess,” he murmured, running his fingers through my hair. It was wet and wavy from my shower, and his hands went through it like butter, sending little tingles through my entire body. I couldn’t wait to crawl into bed and have my first full night’s sleep in too long.

“I just worry about you,” he admitted. “I respect your decisions, and I trust you. But those two things will never take away the worry I feel for you when you’re out of sight.”

“I thought the saying was out of sight, out of mind,” I said with a laugh as the kettle dinged.

“That’s the saying,” he agreed, turning around to pour his cup full. “But not the case with you.”

He turned back around, still inside the cage of arms, and then flipped us around and lifted me onto the countertop. That lovely bulge sat right between my thighs, and I wrapped my legs around his waist to pull him closer.

“What’s your goal tomorrow?” he asked, his face only inches from my own as his hands wandered up my thighs and around the waistband of Seb’s boxers I was wearing.

“I’d rather focus on my goal right now,” I told him, smiling and leaning forward to steal a kiss as my hand slipped between us and found his dick half-hard behind the soft grey fabric.

“I bet you would.” His moan caused his chest to vibrate against my own as his mouth opened to mine. Our tongues danced together, and my fingers played with the edge of his sweats. “But,” he said, grabbing my hands and holding them tightly against him, “I want to know what your plan is.”

“I just want to talk to him,” I said, leaning forward and kissing him again. “I want to hear what he has to say about what happened at our last meeting, and I want to know what his plans are for the future. I want to know if he does intend to take over the family for himself or if he’s delusional enough to think I would want it.”

I kissed Tristan again, harder this time as I took his lower lip between my teeth.

“What if he wants our help?” Tristan asked as I released his lip.

“Our help for what?” I asked, the frustration leaking into my voice as he continued to deny me what I wanted.

“Our help to overthrow whoever is left that didn’t have a problem with your father, everyone that still likes the old ways of doing things.”

“Then I think that’s something I should bring back to the group to discuss. But I think it would be a smart move. Just think, we could get all bloody together again. Maybe,” I said, my heart suddenly beating faster at the possibility. “Maybe I could fuck all three of you at the same time on a victory high. All of us rolling around in the blood of my shitty family.”

“Scarlet,” he said, smiling at me like I was the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen. “I love you.”

I smiled back and kissed him as his hands finally let go of my own.

“I love you.”

My fingers dipped beneath the waistband, and I tugged his sweats down to his thighs. He wasn’t wearing any boxers, and my fingers found him with ease as he continued to assault my mouth with his tongue.

One of his hands pushed my boxers to the side, and his fingertips teased at my entrance, gathering the wetness there before circling back up around my clit. I moaned into his mouth, my cunt aching for him to sink into me with anything—his fingers, his tongue, his cock. I just needed something.

One finger slipped inside of me, and I moved my hand faster up and down his dick, twisting my wrist and squeezing with each pull. My thumb swiped over the slit, collecting the precum as he pushed another finger inside of me.

I threw my head back and whacked it hard on the cabinets behind me. I cried out and laughed, abandoning his dick to cradle the back of my head.

“Oof, baby,” he said, laughing as well as his fingers slipped free of me to make sure I was okay. “That sounded like it hurt.”

“Sounded worse than it was,” I told him. “But that may be our sign that we should take this to the bedroom?”