Scarlet Springs (Ari Levinson) AU - 18+

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Ari

None of the men in Margot's life have ever done her right - including me, however on hearing everything she's told me, the real reason why she's running from Douchebag Davy? I now know that I need to switch sides. I can't and won't give this woman up - not because she's the best fuck I've had, but because after now coming to know her, and still in the process?
She seems to bring out the better side of me. Not once have I been too caught up in myself like my ex wife always said I was. But technically I guess I am caught up in the job - the job that I'm no longer wanting to be part of.

As of today, I wash my hands of it. The new focus is keeping Margot safe and I guess now starting the new business venture that is this shithole of a motel. After all, what else do I have? I can't exactly carry on bounty hunting. Questions will be asked.

Is this the start of the new life that I didn't ask for?

Do I want it?

I do.

Do I want it with a woman who I've only known for a couple of months?

Yeah, I really do think that I do.

I look over at her as she sleeps next to me, bare back on show while her perky ass is covered by the sheet. Her hair is covering her face but I can tell she's content as her breathing is steady.

I'm gonna have to give this time, slowly put it into Sammy's head that this bounty isn't worth the bother, as well as keep him away from finding out the truth. As much as he's my friend, I can't trust him. I need to be tactful and tell him that it's a lost cause, then go on to say that I need time off. I'll work it out in my head, but it'll look suspicious if I say something to him now.

Perhaps I could really pull this place up from the ground it's been driven into and make it into something.

Could I make Margot and I the same?

Making something of nothing though means that it'll bring more people. More who potentially could be looking for her...

I can't risk that, but what I can do is spruce this place up enough to make it not look like a total dive. I'm sure that visitors only stop here just because there's nowhere nicer to go.

Guess I've just found myself a new project.

"You're staring..." Margot's voice startles me a little as she's not moved from her position.

How the fuck can she possibly know I've been looking at her?

"Admiring actually". I just wave it off as she now rolls onto her back, hair splayed around her and looking like some kind of goddess. How the fuck could this Davy guy treat her how he did? Another asshole blinded by money. She told me that he'd laid hands on her if she said something he didn't like, questioned him. In the end she found that she just needed to shut up to survive - well that's how she put it to me anyway.

Her lips curl into a mischievous smirk. "Must be living the dream for you, banging a stripper night after night".

I lean down and lick my tongue along her plump bottom lip. The lips that ended up around my cock after we'd talked about everything. Her mouth is something else. "That's another man's dream, you're not a stripper. You help run a motel with your boss and conveniently just happen to like sex as much as he does".

She laughs. It's light, airy. I could now recognise it anywhere as it's infectious to me. Perhaps not to others, but me? Yeah. "Employee of the month". She still laughs just as I now do.

"Hey it's a tough job, but someone's gotta do it". I shrug. "This place needs a good paint job, and sprucing up. I gotta start seeing as I haven't yet". That had never been the plan but now it is.

Margot lifts her head slightly. "I could make a job about the boss needing a blow job rather than a paint job, but it may cost me my position as employee of the month".

"Any position you're in with me is 'employee of the month' I feel a little feral now.

She checks the clock that's telling us it's almost 9am. We currently have no guests so there's no rooms to prepare or change. Feels kinda nice to know we could pick anyone to fuck in - and I plan on christening them all with her. I suppose there's nothing to stop us from starting now - we've already ticked off one.

"Coffee?" She suggests and I stretch my body out, getting out of bed and pulling my shorts along with a vest top on.

"I'll make it". I say, but she gets up anyway.

"No way, I wanna perv over you doing push ups Levinson. Paired with coffee? Could bring on another orgasm".

I shoot her a knowing look. "Or you could sit on the kitchen counter and touch yourself while I work out?"

"Maybe", she winks and heads in the bathroom.

I make my way out to the kitchen and start the coffee anyway. Snooze you lose, Margot.

This could be us. The new kind of life I could probably have. Be the domesticated guy my ex wife always wanted me to be. I couldn't be that though, not for her. But for Margot? Perhaps I could. I'm not just turning over a new leaf, but also a new chapter too.

She soon emerges into the kitchen right as I finish making coffee, her little shorts she usually wears showing off her perfectly rounded ass. I cup a cheek slightly as she comes to pour hers into a mug, and give it a small squeeze.

"Down boy" She taunts and then runs her tongue along her bottom lip, gently grazing her teeth against it while her eyes fall to the tent that's forming in my pants. Her eyes come back to meet mine in a way that I can tell what she's thinking. Naughty girl. "Guess you're gonna have to start on those push ups".