Page 89 of Scarred

Scarlett nods her head and runs off to the cubby holes on the back wall as the rest of the room clears out, leaving the three of us alone.

“I see you met some of the other parents?” I ask as he turns his focus on me.

“You mean the two moms who are recently divorced and wondering if I’m free for drinks this weekend?” He asks, frowning in my direction.

“Wow. They didn’t waste any time,” I laugh. “So are you going?” I ask the question before I can stop myself and instantly regret it. Right now, I’m fine being in my bubble and pretending I have him all to myself, but I would be an idiot to think he doesn’t venture out. He’s probably got girls in every state he plays.

“Is someone jealous?” He asks, raising an eyebrow with amusement flashing in those greens.

“No, of course not,” I scoff, playing it off like it’s no big deal when, in fact, I know I would hate every second if he went. “I mean, I know it’s not any of my business. You’re free to sleep with who you want,” I say, shutting up then before I babble even more. Avoiding his eyes, I tuck my hair behind my ear as I watch his daughter hop from one fairy sticker stuck on the floor to the next.

“Sleep with?” He frowns. His eyes move to his daughter, but I can tell his mind is a million miles away. Lifting his ballcap, he runs his hand through his hair before settling it back down on his head.

“The only woman I’m sleeping with is you,” he says quietly. “I’ve had no desire to even fuck a woman until…” His voice trails off, and I stare at his profile.

Is he saying I was the first woman he’s slept with in three years?

Hard eyes turn on me and narrow. “Are you fucking other men?”

“What?” I blink, caught off guard. “No, of course not,” I shake my head.

Some of the tension leaves his shoulders as he relaxes slightly.

“Good,” he says, looking me dead in the eye, “because I’m not into sharing.”

“Well, neither am I,” I huff, crossing my arms across my chest. If he wants me all to himself while we have this little fling, then I sure as hell get the same in return.

“Glad we are on the same page,” he says, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips before Scarlett comes bounding in, breaking up the conversation.

“Daddy, ice cweam?” She takes his outstretched hand and grins up at him.

“Yes,” he laughs. “Time for ice cream.” Throwing her small backpack over his shoulder, he turns to me. “I'd better get going. I promised her I would take her down the street to get ice cream. I saw a cute place with games that I wanted to take her to.”

“Down to Earth Smoothies,” I smile, as he mentions Maya’s place. “Best ice cream and smoothies in town.”

“Miss Luna get ice cweam too?” Scarlett asks excitedly, jumping up and down.

“Oh,” I laugh, feeling Cayden’s eyes on me as I bend down to Scarlett’s level. “I think your daddy wants special daughter-daddy time. But make sure to get an extra scoop of brownie fudge just for me.”

“Actually, I think Scar and I might enjoy the extra company tonight,” I hear Cayden say suddenly, glancing down at his daughter. “Right, baby girl?”

“Wight,” she beams.

“Well, how can I say no to this pretty fairy dancer?” I grin at Scarlett’s excitement. “Let me get my things, and we’ll go.”

“Yay!” She exclaims, bouncing on her toes as I stand up before occupying herself with twirls again in front of the mirror.

I can’t believe how much we are alike. My feet were always dancing even in my sleep. She’s no different with her need to keep expressing herself through movement.

“So the hot daddy didn’t have a sway on this decision, just the pretty fairy dancer?” Cayden says, quietly near my ear, so his daughter doesn’t hear.

“The hot daddy may have had something to do with my decision,” I whisper, fighting a grin, “but little pink tutus and brownie fudge ice cream are tough to beat.”

“I guess I just need to get more creative then,” he says, his eyes giving me a wicked gleam. “Get your things, little moon, that mouth of yours needs to be fed.” He leans down lower, and his warm breath fans my skin. “I thought that after this afternoon, you would have gotten more than enough to swallow, but you surprise me with this insatiable hunger of yours. It’s very hard to resist.”

My face heats up as I remember myself on my knees earlier, enjoying a different kind of dessert. His eyes flash with hunger, letting me know he’s thinking of the same thing as a smug smile teases its way out.

“You really enjoy getting me riled up, don’t you?” I mutter, feeling heat spread through my body.