Page 83 of Stealing Home

Scott is practically vibrating with anger. “First, her last name is Pierce. Second, she’s filed divorce papers, so stop referring to that piece of shit as her husband.”

He looks at his mom and his face softens. “I’m sorry mom. We really need to get some sleep, so we’re just going to get checked in somewhere and we’ll see you in a few hours.”

Before she has a chance to protest, he guides me out the door. We walk down the long drive while he starts to order a ride on the app. His mom comes running out after us.

“I’m sorry your dad is being a jerk.” She looks at me apologetically. “You can understand this is a lot to try and understand.”

I nod, because I do. “I had a hard time with it in the beginning too,” I admit.

Scott fidgets. “Like I said, I wasn’t great with taking no as an answer. Not in an abusive assault kind of way, but I needed a better reason than our ages to stay away.”

Becca holds out a set of keys. “Just take my car. Please. I’ll talk to your dad, and if he can’t get his head out of his ass to at least be open-minded then I’ll come by myself.”

He hugs her and takes the keys. “Thanks mom. We’ll see you later. I’ll call you when we have gotten some sleep.”

She goes back into the house, while we get in the car. I can see he’s fading fast, but he fights to hold on a little longer. The drive to the hotel is short, but it’s pushing his endurance to the limit. He rolls down the window trying to let the cool morning air help him hold on a little bit longer.

It’s still not enough to fully wake him up, and he yawns. “I heard one of my high school classmates is the day shift manager at a hotel off Main Street. I can’t remember their name, but we were friendly enough to get an early check in, I hope.”

“I bet you were so nice everyone you went to school with probably felt like you were their friend.”

He shrugs. “I might not be as nice to them as I am to you, but yeah you’re probably right.”

Shaking my head I ask him, “You’re never going to let me forget that, are you?”

His lips twist, and he makes a big show of thinking it over. “Probably not, but after we get some sleep, I’ll remind you how nice I am to you.”

A few minutes later we stroll into the hotel and are greeted by an ear-splitting shriek. “Oh my god, Scott Ryan!”

I nudge him in the ribs. “By classmate, I expected a nerdy guy who tried too hard to be your friend. I didn’t think you meant cute blonde with an obvious crush on you,” I say under my breath, keeping a neutral expression on my face so she doesn’t realize we’re talking about her.

He looks at me with almost a pleading look on his face. His fingers thread through mine, and he holds my hand like he’s afraid I’m going to slip away. “Normally I’d be flattered by your jealousy, but I’m going to collapse soon, and I really just want to hold you when I do. I swear to you she wasn’t anything more than someone I had a few classes with.”

I squeeze his hand, silently letting him know I hear him. “I trust you, and I want nothing more than for you to hold me.”

He pulls me closer and presses his forehead against mine. “You have no idea what it means to me to have your trust. Especially after what Campbell and Katrina tried to do to us. I love you more every day. I don’t know how it’s possible, but I do.”

Scott leans on the counter. Even exhausted he manages to exude that sexy confidence that drew me to him in the first place. “Shannon, is there any way we can make a reservation and check into a room early? I’ll pay an extra fee, but we’ve been traveling all night and need to sleep.”

She tips her head to the side, assessing me. “You’ll be wanting two rooms then?”

“Fuck no,” Scott blurts out. “My woman belongs right next to me. Give us a king suite if you’ve got one. Hell, if all you’ve got is a twin bed we’ll make that work. I don’t want an inch of space between us anyway.”

That’s one way to make it clear he’s taken. I stretch up on my toes so I can whisper in his ear. “I fucking love you too, hotshot.”

He waves a key card in front of my face making me realize I zoned out. “Let’s go to bed. I need to hold you for a while. Everything else can wait.”

29

Scott

I’ve always beena lucid dreamer, waking up in the middle isn’t uncommon. This time, I fight to stay asleep. After the tense exchange with my dad, my mind is trying to reconnect with Harlow and reassure both of us that his opinion can’t come between us.

The sensations of this dream are so much sharper than any I’ve ever had. I can feel the velvety softness of her skin under my roaming hands. I trace her soft curves, and let my hand slip past the waist of her jeans. My other arm bands across her chest, holding her flush against me, and giving me access to her full tits.

There’s freedom in dreams to explore, and I take full advantage dipping my hand into Low’s panties, and rubbing the smooth lips of her pussy before parting them and finding her soaking wet. I toy with her by stroking her clit before plunging two fingers into her tight channel. With my other hand I pinch her nipples, tugging on them slightly, making them hard and elongated. It feels like all the blood in my body rushes into my cock, and I try and relieve it by grinding it against her plump ass. She presses back against me, and I nearly come.

“Hotshot,” she says in a husky voice, dripping with need.

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