Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend (13 page)

I was finally letting him in.

Dax

Scarlet was finally letting me inside her deep refuge where no one has been. It’s been fucking hard not to push her. I knew I could do it easily. We’ve been practically inseparable since that first night she stayed with me. She’s stayed the night quite a few times and it’s taking everything inside me to keep my distance. Scarlet shared the bed with me. Feeling her body always against mine was temptation in its purest form.

I know she’s felt my dick against her body-front, back-however she’s laying against me. I couldn’t help it. My need for her was great. My dick’s need of her was greater. The way every time I’m in her presence it stood at attention, impressing the zipper restraining it. I practically had permanent zipper teeth marks on my dick.

No matter. I wasn’t going to rush her. I had been working The Club’s books from home. Not that I would be tempted. The only temptation that I wanted was a blonde headed Pixie.

Danny’s been acting strange lately. I knew she was hiding something from me. Between her and Sebastian, they were keeping something from me. I didn’t like it. Danny would tell me when it’s probably the last possible moment or when shit gets critical. I love her but sometimes she drove me nuts. I was going to have to deal with that sometime later. But not now.

Now, I was here.

I pulled up and made my way up to the front door. For some strange reason, my heart was beating against my chest like a sledge hammer. She was finally letting me into her world. I knew this was huge for her. I did my best to act like a gentleman around her. It wasn’t getting easier I can tell you that right now. I needed her like a drug addict needed their next fix. I wanted to overdose on Scarlet and let her spread through my veins like quicksilver.

I took the bull by the horns and pounded on the door.

Her grandmother opened the door, wearing a pant suit, and her smile was wide and almost ethereal. Just like the look she gave me before. Like I was the answer to her prayers.

“Hi, Nana.”

“Dax! Please, come on in, honey.”

I ducked down and slightly bowed to her. As if I was some dude courting Scarlet. Well, technically I was, but I figured since I was actually going to be in Nana’s presence I better put on the good ol’ boy charm. That was when I smelled something delicious in the air.

“Ma’am.”

“No, no, no…please, just Nana. Come this way. Dinner is actually ready. Scarlet was just bringing in the Tenderloin.”

I followed her into the dining room slash kitchen.

“Scarlet.”

She was wearing jeans, chucks, top and an apron was tied around her waist.

“Dax. Hi.”

Her face bloomed with shyness and her eyes were lit up like she had a secret to tell. I really wanted to know every secret she had. She looked fucking amazing. There was a tear in her jeans and the denim molded to her skin. Every curve was perfect. There was a strip of skin at the back when she turned and went to grab plates. Smooth, creamy skin I was dying to touch and lick with my tongue. Her hair was braided from one side to the other.

The dinner? Delicious. Nana showed me to my seat as she grabbed the plates full of food from Scarlet and set one in front of me. A mix of vegetables, a baked potato that was loaded and three juicy looking pork tenderloin slices with the scent of garlic and a bar-b-q sauce drizzle that was spread over the layers. Their plates weren’t nearly as full, but I didn’t notice when I took the first bite.

“Holy shit.”

“What’s wrong!?” Scarlet’s fork fell and clanked on her plate and Nana started coughing.

“Fuck.”

I patted Nana gently on the back until her throat was clear. Once she cleared it, I asked if she was alright.

“Yes. Quite. Your dinner okay?”

I looked from her to Scarlet and I could swear tears were gathering in her eyes if I didn’t say what she wanted most to hear. Thank God I was going to be speaking the truth.

“It’s fucking delicious.”

“Manners, Dax.”

“It’s fucking delicious, Pixie. Thank you, Nana.”

She nodded and looked over at Nana with a sad look on her face.

“Wait. Scarlet? Did you make all this?”

Her eyes turned back to mine, and she said, “Yeah.”

She did all this for me? No one’s ever cooked me a meal like this before. Most holidays as a kid and teenager were spent at the lounge. Of course there was a big dinner, but we had it catered and delivered.

This? Damn.

I put my fork down, stretched out both hands to cup her neck, her reaction was immediate with shock that I’d display affection publicly, but I didn’t give a shit who was looking. I pulled her face towards mine and planted my lips on hers.

Warm with a hint of garlic and sauce. I found deeper angles, more intimate tastes that were uniquely hers until all I could feel was her breath against my skin, her hands clutched around my wrists, but not in resistance. She was moving forward, delving back into mine. The heat ran its course through my body and the heat I was starting to pack was almost unbearable. What I wouldn’t give to spread her out on this table and have my way with her.

Then a throat cleared.

Fuck.

Her Nana was right there, watching as I practically made love to her granddaughter. Our lips popped off with a smack and her eyes were glazed with lust.

Her tongue lashed out and ran against her bottom lip. My eyes were glued to the small movement. What I would give to have her tongue touch any part of my body.

So instead, I turned back to my food and started eating like a starving man. A man possessed. A man in desperate need for his fucking fix and if I didn’t get it soon, I swear I was going to have to cut my balls off. It was sweet, bitter torture wanting something and having to wait for it.

My will was strengthening but damn. She did shit like that and I wanted to just rip her clothes off and teach her exactly how a tongue could be used. Show her how to touch me just right. Although, it didn’t matter, my body responded when she barely touched me.

I finished my meal quickly. It really was amazing. Tender, juicy, made just right and on the grill at that. Not many women could perfectly cook a tenderloin like this on the grill without it burning. This was perfect.

I’m fucking repeating myself, but fuck if I care. Scarlet was perfect in every single way. In every way I needed someone to be perfect. She had flaws but that only gave her so much more to admire and fall in lo-whoa.

Fall in love?

FML.

I think I am.

Or was I already there?

Our lives have been so intertwined over the past while that I didn’t know what I’d do if she somehow wanted to call a halt to this relationship or if something happened to her. That’s why I had rules.

This wasn’t in my rule book. To fall in love. Maybe it’s just feeling full.

Right now, that’s what I’m going with. Good food. Good company. Hot chick.

I sat there while the girls finished and Nana got up to gather our plates. One thing I learned. Was if I was served dinner, was to take care of the aftermath.

One thing Danny did engrain in me. Said all good southern mothers taught their sons this. The women cooked and slaved over a hot stove, their men cleaned up.

I stood up and proceeded to take the plates away and made my way to the sink. I started rinsing and placing them into the dishwasher…sometimes there was a God. It only took me a few minutes and I was looking for the foil to cover the pork when it was really quiet.

I turned and both Scarlet and Nana were looking wide eyed and shocked.

“What?”

“Why did you do all that?” Scarlet asked at the same time Nana said, “Oh dear God, thank you.”

Scarlet whipped her head to look at Nana.

“What do you mean by that?”

“I told you, baby-girl. You’ll see.”

I didn’t know what Scarlet was supposed to see, but I finished up everything and Scarlet was standing, pushing in the chairs.

“I got all this, Scarlet. Give Dax the grand tour. It’s not huge but it has a lot of love here.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I walked over to Scarlet, who I could see was breathing more quickly. I could see the pulse point in her neck thumping wildly. I bent and placed a gentle kiss, trying her sooth her.

“Relax. I want to know your secrets, Scarlet. Just let me in.”

Nodding she took my hand, blending our fingers together and showed me all the downstairs before leading me upstairs. She pointed to the bathroom and Nana’s room, then opened a door, letting me wander inside.

Her bedroom. It wasn’t girly or all that feminine. Wood furniture, a computer desk with folders and binders.

“So…yeah. This is my bedroom. Not very much.”

“It’s great. The bed is a little small.”

“Yeah, well it’s not meant for two people. I’ve never had anyone here to share it with anyway.”

“Thank God for small favors.”

I could feel the sensation of embarrassment creep into my neck.

“Dax. The bedroom is just that, a bedroom. Step outside and let me change and I’ll show you what I want you to see. Okay?”

This got me curious so I stepped out into the hallway and she reappeared after a few minutes, wearing spandex shorts that were incredibly short and tie-dye t-shirt knotted in the front. She was barefoot. Something about seeing her feet bare felt so domestic and sexy as hell.

“Come on.”

She took my hand and led me back into the hallway and to the room next to hers. It was an exercise room.

“Just lean against the wall. I’ve been thinking about the song you told me to listen to.
Without You
by Breaking Benjamin.”

“Yeah, Pixie. What about it?”

“Well, just stay there and watch. No talking, okay?”

I just nodded and she walked over to a boom box? People still had those? She checked to see which disc was inside and then moved quickly to the open space of the room.

The song came on, and just like her voice was sultry and sexy, so was what she was showing me with her body. This just seemed so much more intimate.

It was expression of the body. Her face was intense as she turned and moved around the room. Mirrors were on one side and I kept my eyes steady on it because when she looked at me, it was like she was giving herself over to me. It looked like a mixture of ballet, rock and hip-hop. Her eyes looked into mine whenever she looked in the mirror.

Like she was pleading. Asking, begging me to bring light into her dark corner of the world. She’s been let down by people who should have protected her and loved her without question.

Now it was up to me. Did I take the challenge of loving her like a man loved a woman? With everything inside of me?

Only one way to find out.

The song was just about over when I strode over to her and she almost stumbled when I lifted her and she automatically wrapped her legs around my waist as my lips slammed home.

I tasted every nuance and soft flesh of her inner mouth with my tongue. Biting her lip and sucking it into my mouth. I walked over to the nearest wall and propped her up as I devoured her mouth.

Her hands delved into my hair pulling…trying to get me closer. I brought my body flush against hers positioned her right over the hard ridge of my erection. Her hips cinched tight in my hands as I rubbed her against me, hard. Her nails scratched at my head and scaled over my neck and down my back.

Fuck. She was going to leave scratch marks. Her nails dug into my skin and I let her mouth go in a hiss.

And I had to calm down. I swear…I couldn’t keep busting a load in my jeans. Why did she always bring me to damn close with only so little?

“Scarlet.”

My voice hard hoarse, thick and filled with lust.

“Take me home,
Declan
.”

I knew my eyes widened. The look in her eyes were similar to mine and was she?

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I need you. I’m ready.”

That’s all I needed. If her grandmother wasn’t here I probably would’ve carried her just like this, but I put her down and took her hand in mine. Pulled her along behind me. I had to cut my long strides in half since she was so short, but we went down the stairs. I heard Nana say, “Have a good time,” in the background, but my mind was on one thing and one thing only. Getting to my bedroom as soon as possible.

We were just outside the door when Scarlet’s voice became clear in my sex hazed mind.

“I can’t go like this! I’m barely dressed! Dax!”

She was trying to pull back but hell no. I turned and hefted her over my shoulder.

“Dax!” I smacked her ass because I was barely containing myself.

I opened my truck door and she ended up bouncing into the seat.

“What the hell?”

“Scarlet…I’m already treading thin. You gave me the go and honestly, you’re not going to need clothes.”