Page 125 of The Man with a Treasure

Scarlett’s incredible eyes fluttered open to see me. She smiled through a faint whisper, “Sal.”

I kissed her forehead, then quietly asked, “Can we be with you?”

Full lips parted with a slight gasp, and then her already slightly swollen eyes watered. “That would mean so much to me.”

Her eyes filled with adoration when a kiss was placed to her inner thigh. Her smile deepened as she told me, “Angel.”

Damn. Like I said: Magical. She was utterly magical to us.

I held her hand to my cheek. “Yes, Angel.”

Her eyes suddenly widened. “Oh, that feels—” She peered down. “Was that your mouth?”

As if he knew he had her curiosity in the palm of his hand, he grinned and gave another swipe.

She almost hissed, but it sounded like hunger and hope intertwined. “Why are you kissing my pussy?”

Blink. Blink. It shouldn’t have been a shock that she knew this word, but it suddenly felt dirty because we instantly knew where she learned it.

When Angelo’s eyes closed, I knew he was thinking it, too. I knew where his mind had just gone. So, I gently told Dove, “Your, uh, pussy is a part of your body. It is a huge part of wonderful sex. Therefore, you can call it anything you want.”

Now, I had her full attention. “Really?”

“Absolutely. In fact, let’s give it its own name right now.”

Scarlett’s face made an O shape. I could practically see her mind spinning, but I could also see Angelo’s eyes reopen, and they were full of gratitude. Another ghost was being demolished. And another memory was being given to him.

“Eagle!”

Blink! Blink! “Eagle?”

Scarlett was elated. “Yes! Wings. Soar, like Angel made me last night.” She sighed as if so proud of herself. “My pussy is now an eagle, soaring through a beautiful blue sky.”

Silence. The room boomed with silence while Angelo and I stared at her.

What had been created to give Angelo some peace ended up being a reclaiming of this woman’s vagina. It was as if her core was now just that. Hers.

Swallowing through immense pride, I replied, “I now believe every woman should name and claim her—” I exhaled as Scarlett continued to teach me without even trying. “Eagle it is.”

The fathers were far from Angelo’s mind again as he grinned. “May I lick your eagle, Scarlett?”

Peering down from her pillow as if completely aware he was going to take her to heights she’d never known, she smiled while nibbling on her bottom lip. Then nodded.

My mouth watered. I was suddenly envious of Angelo as he lowered his mouth and opened. As soon as his tongue got a full taste, his eyes slid shut and he literally shuddered.

Fuck.

I growled, “Angelo, tell me.”

Trying to come out of some sort of trance, Angelo shook his head. “Like, like… strawberries.”

My mouth fell open. I think my tongue wanted to leap and swipe for a flavor of strawberries.

Scarlett’s voice sounded shockingly hoarse. “Sal.”

“Ye—” The way she stared at my mouth, I knew I was in trouble. “Y-Yes?”

This other side of Scarlett was appearing again. “Taste.”