Chapter 5

Scarlet

I whisper relax as I climb on top of him. His eyes are on mine as his hands fall right to my ass. I knew wearing this thong was a good idea. I grab his shirt, rip it over his head and toss it on the floor.

He's looking at me like he's starving and I'm his next meal. It sends shockwaves through my entire body and I grab his face with both hands and start kissing him. He immediately returns the kiss and I open my mouth to let his tongue in, savoring his taste. 

I pull away and whisper in his ear. "Chase, I want you." He groans and squeezes my ass a little tighter as I arch my back, trying desperately to rub myself against his cock. He was already rock hard in his sweats. I forgot how big he was.

I take my t-shirt off and rub my hands over my bare breasts. His blue eyes are glued on me, watching me as I touch myself. I slowly back off, reaching for the top of his sweats.

Shaking his head, he grabs my wrist. "Scarlet, we can't do this. Ethan will fucking kill me."

"I don't give a shit about Ethan. Or Jordan. Or anybody else for that matter."

We stare at each other for a moment before his lips find mine again. "Fuck it," he says against my lips.

Thank God.

He pushes off the couch, standing with his hands still on my ass. He sits me down as he strips off his sweatpants and boxers. He was so ready for me.

I wiggled out of my panties before he sat back down, pulling me back on top of him. His big hands placing me right on top of his big dick. I slowly sink down, biting the inside of my cheek to worry the pain away. I don't care as long as I have him.

"Fuck, Scarlet. You are so tight."

I loved the tattoo on his chest, it was probably my favorite of all the ones he had. It was a huge butterfly in all black and white ink that took up the entire middle of his chest. I traced it with my fingers as I slid further down on him.

His hands on either side of hips moved me up and down, setting the pace for me to ride him. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, sucking on his salty skin. I finally took in his entire cock, gasping when he broke all the way through.

"God, yes," I cried out as I continued to move up and down, faster by the second.

After the pain subsided, it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. Nothing compared to getting myself off, that was for damn sure. This was heaven. He was heaven. He took my nipple in his mouth and I threw my head back, moaning loud. He had to know how amazing he was making me feel.

"Chase," I moaned several times, louder each time.

"My name sounds so good leaving that sweet mouth of yours... shit."

His tongue slipped in between my lips and I wrapped my arms around his neck, tangling my fingers through his dark hair. He started to bit down on my bottom lip, running his tongue across it right after, sending shivers down my spine.

"I'm— oh my God."

I was coming. Seeing fireworks like it was the damn Fourth of July. The world faded away as pleasure filled my body.

"That's it baby, let it out," Chase groaned.

Just as the words left his mouth, his dick pulsated inside of me and sexy groans left his mouth as he came. He came hard. His hands were definitely going to leave bruises on my hips.

My forehead rested on his while my body was coming down from that amazing high. I had never felt better than I did in that moment. Experiencing that with him gave me butterflies. I'm so glad my first time wasn't wasted with somebody I didn't love.

"Fuck." He ran his hands through his hair. "Fuck. Scarlet, you should go."

"W-what?"

He wanted me to leave? He wasn't even out of me yet and he was already kicking me out. What the hell was happening?

"This. Dammit. This was a mistake," he mumbled, leaning his head against the back of the couch.

"Oh. Umm. Okay."

I slowly got off his lap and made my way over to grab my shirt off the floor and quickly taking off toward the bathroom.

"Scarlet." I heard him call my name as I closed the door.

I got dressed in record time and splashed some water on my face to cover the tears. Unfortunately, the pain in between my legs as I moved reminded me that this wasn't just a sick joke or bad dream. We did indeed have sex and he was kicking me out.

Chase was waiting for me when I came out of the bathroom and grabbed my arm as I tried to walk past him. "Scarlet."

I waved my hand dismissively. "It's fine, Chase. Don't worry about it," I said quietly.

"No, it's not. I was... I was being a dick. I'm sorry," he said, sighing

I grabbed my purse. "Yeah, it's no biggie. I'll see you later."

Chase

What the fuck did I do? I just watched her walk out the door, in the middle of the fucking night and I didn't even attempt to stop her. I don't know if she's walking back to campus or getting a ride from who the fuck knows.

"Fuck!" I yell as my fist connects with the living room wall. The drywall is like paper. A few knuckles bleed as I slid my fist out of the hole in the wall. Dammit, Jordan will love this.

You are such a pussy, Chase.

I stared at the new hole in the wall for a few minutes before I walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower. I could still smell her on my body. Feel her beautiful pink lips on my skin and taste her on my lips.

Yanking my sweats back off, I climbed in the shower and rested my head against the wall, letting the hot water run over my shoulders. Looking down, my heart about falls out of my ass. My thighs were red. My dick was... holy shit. Blood.

She was a fucking virgin. You fucked her on her brothers couch and asked her to leave before you even took your dick out of her. What a piece of shit. Great. Just fucking fantastic.

I called Scarlet repeatedly for an hour. It was clear she had no intention on answering but I needed her to know how I felt right now. She needed to know that I was an asshole. Who the fuck am I kidding, she already knew that part.

Scarlet. Please answer. I fucked up. I am so damn sorry. What happened with us... shit. You are perfect, okay? So fucking perfect and I'm a jackass. Please, call me back. I'm sorry.

I hung up and prayed she'd check her voicemail. Not that I deserved a chance to explain, I didn't, but she deserved to know that it wasn't her. It was me. It had always been me. I couldn't do this with her. To her. Her brothers were my best friends. Her family was my fucking family. If this ended badly, I would lose the only people in my life that I had ever considered family. Her included.

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"Whoa, where's the fire?" Jordan asked as I headed out Monday morning, not stopping to talk.

He got home yesterday and I didn't come out of my room. I couldn't face him and if I couldn't look Jordan in the face, imagine how I'd feel coming face to face with Ethan. My best friend in the fucking world. Knowing what I did to his little sister. Taking her virginity and then telling her she was a mistake that she should leave.

"Sorry man, I'm going for a run before work today," I answered, not quite looking at his face.

"It's cool. Have you talked to E? He wants us all at his house tonight."

"What for? I have to work late."

"Not sure. He sent me a message yesterday and said he couldn't get a hold of you. I was suppose to relay the message but your ass never left your room. What's up? Everything good?"

"Huh? Yeah. Everything's fine. Just work shit, you know how that goes. I'll call Ethan in a few."

"Sounds good, bro. I'll see you," he said, slapping his hand on my back. "Hold on, what happened to the wall?" He looked at the hole by the front door and then back at me, confused.

"Shit man, sorry. I was—" I sighed and immediately felt like a bigger piece of shit for lying. "I was drinking and hit my toe on the coffee table. It hurt like a bitch. Yeah, I punched the wall. My bad."

"Seriously, dude? Damn. You're fixing that shit."

"Yeah, I will."

I apologized again and busted out the door, needing to get out of the house. I had to get away from him and I was desperate to clear my mind with a good fucking run.

Scarlet

I managed to keep to myself the rest of the weekend. Grace was busy packing and saying goodbye to other friends while I didn't leave my bed. I had so much shit to pack but zero energy to do it.

Chase called me a million times and had left me a voicemail that I couldn't bring myself to listen to. I had moved on from him before and I could again, I just needed a clean slate. I needed to separate myself from him.

RING RING RING

"Hey, Ethan. I miss you."

I haven't talked to my brother in almost two weeks which was very unusual. He was out of town for work and then I might have been avoiding him yesterday because of the situation with Chase.

"I miss you, too. Have any plans tonight? I'm having a last minute party and need my sister there. Leah would love to see you."

"I wouldn't miss it. I talked to Leah last week. How are things going with you guys? She seems really happy, E."

I swear I could hear his smile through the phone. He met Leah while he was at a conference for work two years ago and the rest is history. They've been joined at the hip since and just bought a house together. Our entire family loves her.

"About that—"

"Ethan Matthew, what do you mean about about that?" I hissed.

"Scar, shut up," he laughed. "I'm going to ask her to marry me."

"OH MY GOD!" I screamed. "That is amazing! I'm so happy for you."

"Thanks, sis. She's incredible. I'm a little nervous though," he admitted.

"Aww, don't be. She will be blown away. She loves you, E," I gushed.

"You're right. You're right. So, you'll be there?"

"You couldn't keep me away. I'm proud of you."

"Thanks, sis. Love you, see you later."

Ethan was always a playboy in high school and even the beginning of college. I always tease him that she put him under some kind of a spell because ever since the day he met her, he was a changed man. He officially graduated from boy to man.

My brothers were so protective over me but I was the same way with them. They've both had so many bimbos that have been in their lives and I've hated every single one of them. But Leah, she was different. She was the peanut butter to his jelly and I could only dream that some day I would find the same.