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Scott

They sayin the middle of an accident time slows down, forcing you to see every tragic second as the end approaches. My body might be frozen in a state of shock, but inside my head I’m screaming, begging to move. I am aware my reaction can’t look good to Harlow, but I can’t seem to make my body and my mind align. The last time I saw Mara was when she had her legs wrapped around some other guy, giving her what I now know was really bad sex.

She steps out of the car, and smirks when she sees me. I take her in, and wonder if she was always this plain? Talk about rose colored glasses, I saw Mara through the lens of a teenage crush and first love. I did love her once, or who I thought she was. I can’t say that love ended the moment I heard the fake moans slip past her lips, but it wasn’t long after.

Looking at her now is almost like seeing a different person. She’s cut her hair into a long bob. I realize the color isn’t a dark sandy blonde, but more like a dishwater color. It hangs limply where it sweeps the top of her shoulders. As usual it’s pin straight, with none of the body or sexy waves Harlow’s has.

I know Low thinks she’s too curvy, her hips a bit wider than she’d like, and a soft roundness to her belly. To me she’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, and considering she’s a size six she seems pretty skinny to me. I don’t know why women think men want super thin women. Mara is extremely thin, to the point she has no curves, no dip in her waist above full hips, and she sure as hell isn’t blessed with tits.

Finally, I shake out of the weird trance and grab my sister’s arm. “You better start talking Scarlett. What the fuck did you bring her for?”

She looks confused. “Didn’t dad tell you? Mara and I have become friends this year. We had a class together, and she confessed one night after a study session how much she missed you. Dad told me I should bring her, that you’ve been having a hard time without her. I thought you wanted to see her.”

She points to the end of the drive. “We can get to all of that in a minute though. First I want to know, who is that, and why is she walking from here? It’s like several miles back into town.”

I follow the direction she’s pointing and explode. “Fucking hell. This day should have given me some lube before it fucked me in the ass.”

I run down the driveway and toss her over my shoulder. She struggles a bit, and I swat her on the ass. “You aren’t allowed to run from me anymore. I’m going to tie your ass to the bed and punish you for this later.”

She squirms some more and because I enjoyed it so much the first time, I smack her ass again. “Put me down,” she hisses next to my ear.

“Not fucking likely, sweetheart. I know today has sucked, but it’s you and me, forever.”

Harlow goes limp, and I take it as a sign I can set her down. “If you try and run again, I am going to spank you. Don’t tempt me because I find I enjoyed that a bit too much.”

“I know that’s your ex-girlfriend. I don’t really want to stand idly by while you drool over her,” Harlow snaps.

I tap her on the nose, which in hindsight was not the smartest thing to do, but she’s so damn cute when she’s jealous. Smiling at her while she’s pissed is also not a wise move, but I think this day has cracked my brain.

“Why are you grinning at me like a lunatic? I’m pissed off at you right now,” she says, and only just stops short of stomping her foot.

“Because you’re adorable when you get possessive. And for the record, I wasn’t drooling over her. I was shocked that she dared show her face here after the way we broke up, and I was also wondering what I ever saw in her. Did she always look this,” I wave my hand in Mara’s direction, “plain?”

“That’s not very nice,” Harlow says automatically.

I cock my eyebrow. “Really?”

She giggles, and I know that some of the tension between us has passed. “Okay, so she’s rather average, but I wasn’t going to say anything.”

The levity I’m feeling evaporates when the rest of what my sister had to say comes back to me. “I don’t know how I’m going to forgive my father for this. He told my sister to bring Mara here. Like seeing her would make me what?”

“I think he hoped you’d choose someone more age appropriate over me. That knowing she’s single again would snap you out of whatever spell I’ve cast on you and you’d come back to your senses,” she says quietly.

“Did you cast a spell over me? Being with you certainly feels magical,” I tell her. Yes, it’s a cheesy line, but at least I didn’t tell her she’s got a voodoo pussy that I can’t get enough of. I might tell her that later though when I punish her. I’m thinking death by a thousand orgasms ought to do the trick.

Her eyes narrow. “What are you thinking about? I thought you were being all sweet and romantic, and then you got that look on your face, like you do when you’re about to order me to suck your cock or something.”

I burst out laughing. God, she’s exactly what I need. No matter what kind of shit sandwich life tries to shove down my throat, Harlow manages to clear it all away. Being with her isn’t easy. Between my parents, the team, and her ex, it’s pretty fucking difficult, but like everything else in life, the challenge makes it sweeter when I’m able to hold her close.

Leaning close to her ear, I whisper, “I was just planning how I’m going to punish you later. Maybe I should let you decide. I can either edge you until you beg for my cock, or make you come until you beg me to stop. Which will it be?”

She scoffs. “Like I’d choose anything besides the second option.”

“Mmm,” I hum in her ear, “good girl. That’s what I was hoping you’d choose.”

“Hey, Scott,” Mara says, trying to interrupt us.

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