SCARLETT'S POV
Bryan and I went down the hospital bag list again and again in preparation for what was to come any minute now. Technically, Hailey was three days past her due date, but she insisted she didn't need to be induced. The only time I saw my bed was to sleep at night, and I hardly did that."Scar, go home," Bryan insisted, "you're falling asleep in the rocking chair. I've got it from here." He was right. I had been dozing off in the nursery as he ran through like a mad man, shoving things in the bag.
"Okay, okay, I'll go home. But call me if anything happens." I stood from the chair and stretched as I yawned. It was 1:00 A.M.. I gathered my purse and jacket and headed out into the chilly October night.
When I pulled up to my house I noticed a black car pulled into my driveway, headlights still on. Chris. We hadn't seen each other or spoken since the baby shower. Not even passing or accidental encounters.
I parked in my garage, but didn't close it. I stood in it, guarded from the rain in the glow of his headlights. He stepped out and hurriedly walked up to me. Without so much of a word, his lips clashed upon mine and he pressed me against the back of my Camero. My hands weaved into his black hair, and he pulled me into the deepest kiss we'd ever shared. Chris gripped my hips, and hoisted me up onto the back of my car. My legs wrapped around him and I could feel his length press against me."Chris," I said breathlessly as his lips went down my neck. "Chris, we shouldn't-"
"It's my birthday, and this is what I want, this is all I want." Fuck. The wind began to blow in the rain, but Chris stayed pressed against me, guarding me from getting soaked. He pushed my skirt up, and grinned, happy to see that my tights were only thigh highs under my black skirt. I allowed my legs to open wide enough for him to pull my black panties to the side and slide two fingers in. "I just want you, that's all," he whispered as he nipped and kissed at my neck. His fingers pressed against my spot, massaging it and putting the perfect amount of pressure on it. My head fell back as my mouth opened in a silent moan. "Forever, I just want you, Scarlett." His fingers pressed harder. "Tell me you will be mine forever." I let a small whimper out as he withdrew his fingers. "Tell me you're mine, and I am yours," he begged. In the light of his headlights I saw something more than a man who desired my body. I saw something more than desperation. I saw him. I saw his honesty, I heard his words and the love behind them. My eyes stared into his.
"Yes," I finally whispered, "yes." He pinned me down, my back pressing against the glass of the back window to my car. One hand pressed down next to me, the other went down to his belt as I heard the clatter against the metal of my car. Within seconds I felt his tip press into my entrance. My back arched while he eased himself into me. In six months I had forgotten his size, and it almost felt foreign as he pushed in deeper. His thrusts stayed slow as I moaned and whimpered, feeling the mix of pain and pleasure that I felt the first time we ever got together. He withdrew to the tip, and slammed back into me, picking up his pace. My back slid against the wet car with every thrust and moan. I couldn't help but almost scream his name over the sound of the rain hitting the concrete. At this point, I wasn't aware that we were outside in plain sight. In that moment, it was just him and me. How it was supposed to be. How it was always meant to be.
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When I woke up Chris was gone. His keys and wallet were no longer on the dresser, and there was no sign of life in my house other than me. It was still silence. Stagnant.
I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and slid my glasses on, then wobbled into the bathroom. I was sore. I had begun to feel sore after the second round, but by the fourth I was tapping out.
While I washed my face my ears perked to the sound of footsteps behind me, and then I felt someone's hand on my lower back. I swung around, fist curled, ready to knock the daylights out of my intruder. Instead, he quickly blocked my fist my gripping it with his large hand.
"Really, Scar? I was only coming in to tell you that I got donuts and coffee." I exhaled when I saw Chris' soft brown eyes. "Have you seen anyone about the trauma?" He asked.
"I don't need help. I'm fine," I assured him. He sighed and looked down, hands in his pockets. My phone began buzzing on the counter next to me, and, without thought, I allowed Chris to answer it. He put it on speaker.
"Hey, Bryan," he answered. I could practically hear Bryan calculating things in his head."Sorry, man. I thought I had dialed Scarlett. But this works, too. We're on our way to the hospital. The doctor is ready to induce Hailey."
"That's great!" I shouted, applying a coat of mascara. Even more silence. "Just let us know when to come up there, we will be there." I took Bryan's stunned silence as a good bye and hung up.
I understood why he was surprised. I was, too. I figured Chris would have never wanted to see me again if he had a say in it.
I laid on the couch with Chris, my legs laying across his lap as he worked on his laptop. Apparently that was one of his errands he made this morning. I was invested in the book I was reading when he pulled it from my grip. Chris threw it to the floor, then pinned my wrists above my head."I finished my work, can I play with you now?" He asked huskily. I bit my lip as a flush of red came across my cheeks. Though I was sore from last night, I wasn't about to tell him no. Not with that look in his eyes. The look as though I was the only person in the world that could satiate his hunger and needs. "Do you know," he said as he kissed down my neck, "how many times I wrapped my hand around my cock while thinking about you?" He lifted up my shirt. "How many nights I wished it was your tight cunt around it?" Chris bit down on my breast, and sucked. He smirked at the red mark he had made, and moved to the other. "Or the nights I was tortured by the thought of someone else touching what's mine." Mine. He practically growled the word. I shivered as his fingertips grazed down my bare stomach and into my leggings. His fingers pressed down against me, and he began to make slow circles.
Right as we got into a rhythm, my phone blared. Chris let out a sigh, then looked over at it, grabbed it, and answered it.
"Bryan, we were kinda in the middle of things," he said upon answering. Chris withdrew his fingers, and I bit my lip at the feeling. "Wait-wait, slow down-we will be there in five minutes." Chris hung up the phone and hurriedly stood up. Something was wrong. Terribly and utterly wrong.
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Illicit Affairs ~ A Chris Motionless Love Story
FanfictionLink to Playlist: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLoX41a_MRctJmSYxEOEYmmLRKFxSDDhvq Scarlett is a young tattoo artist in Scranton who by chance meets Chris at a bar she was at with her friends. It was just as simple as that, that is until they s...