The Scotch Series: The Complete Series (Scotch #1-3) - Penelope Sky Page 0,212

else. I was easily replaceable; Ariel wasn’t.

He shrugged. “I’m not happy with the way things turned out, but I know I can’t live without you. Been there, done that.” He avoided my gaze, his fingertips moving over his chin.

When I walked toward him, he finally looked up, his gaze intense and vulnerable at the same time. It was a look I’d been seeing more of, particularly last night. Sometimes it seemed like he wanted to be more open with me but was afraid of doing it.

I stood at his side and ran my fingers over his forearm as it rested on the armchair. “Why did you go out last night?”

“I don’t know.”

“Why didn’t you just come to me upstairs?”

He looked away again. “I don’t know that answer either.”

“I think you do, Crewe.” My fingers slid underneath his sleeve so I could feel his bare skin. His corded veins were prominent across his forearm. I traced one with my fingertip.

He didn’t give me an answer.

I lowered myself to my knees in front of him, sitting between his knees.

His gaze shifted to me instantly, his jaw hardening.

My hands started at his knees and moved up, pressing over his thighs all the way to his waist. When I creased the fabric of his slacks, I defined the outline of his hard cock as it sat over his left thigh. “Why didn’t you come to me last night?”

He watched my hands. “I was angry.”

“And when have I ever not helped you with your anger?” My hand slid over his hard cock on the way to his fly. I undid his belt and popped the button.

His eyes moved to my face.

“Why didn’t you come to me, Crewe?”

His eyes darkened with arousal. “Because I was afraid Ariel was right.”

I unzipped his fly and pulled the front of his pants down so I could see his black boxers underneath. “Right about what?”

“About my judgment. About my leadership. About you.”

I grabbed his boxers and pulled them down, his nine-inch length coming free. “Why couldn’t you confide this to me?”

“It’s hard for me to let you in.”

“Why?” I pulled his slacks and boxers down to his ankles, letting his cock lie against his stomach and his balls hang over the edge of the chair.

“Because you betrayed me.” His eyes were mixed with both sadness and arousal, two very conflicting emotions.

“I would never betray you again, Crewe. I promise.” I pulled my shirt over my head and unclasped my bra. “No more going out whenever you’re upset. I want you to come to me.”

His eyes moved to my tits.

I grabbed his length and ran my tongue from the base to the tip. When I got to his head, I tasted the arousal that had already begun to seep out. I positioned myself closer to the chair so I could press his dick between my tits. “Okay?”

He moaned quietly as he felt his dick slide through my tits. “Okay.”

I pressed my tits together so there was a smaller gap to slide through. My tits weren’t impressive, but I had enough cushion to make this work. He had a long enough dick that I could straighten my back and be eye level with him. I pressed my mouth against his and gave him a slow kiss as I moved up and down, sliding his dick between my tits.

His mouth trembled against mine slightly before his hand dug into my hair. His tongue moved against mine, and he deepened the kiss until he possessed me. A moan entered my mouth, but I couldn’t tell if it came from him or me. I got more of his tongue than I had before, and I liked feeling it in my mouth. I liked feeling his arousal through him and not just his dick.

“I want to be what we were before I left…” I knew I was asking for the impossible. The kind of trust we had was built on a six-month relationship. Now we had to start over, come back from a tragedy. The only thing keeping us together was the fact that we loved one another, but everything else was working against us.

He kissed me harder then sucked my bottom lip into his mouth. “I do too. But I need more time.”

“Time for what?”

He breathed hard against my mouth as he rubbed through my soft flesh. “It’s hard for me to trust people. You know that.”

“You can trust me.”

He pressed his forehead to mine and squeezed my tits in his strong hands. “I know,