Chapter 75 A House Full of Fire
POV Scarlett:
“I forgive you—and I hope you can forgive me too. Even though those words were lies, the pain I caused you, Asher, wasn’t.” I offer my hand to him, and he takes it. “I’m so sorry. I suffered with every word I said. I cried over every call of yours I had to refuse. I hope you understand me and forgive me.”
“Of course I forgive you.” I’m not surprised by the hug Asher gives me; that’s just how he is. “Maya is looking at you in a very devilish way,” I whisper so no one can hear.
“She told us the truth, she backed us coming to talk to you, but it ends there. That shorty is possessive, and I’m sure I’ll be very fucked when I get back to the ranch—and I can guarantee you it won’t be in the good way.” I let out a laugh.
“Then you’d better take your arms off me, or going without sex will be the least of your problems,” I confide, turning Asher’s face toward where Damian and Liam were about to pounce on him.
“Maybe you’re right,” he says, stepping away, making Damian and Liam move to my side like two bodyguards.
“Maya, thank you. I didn’t know I needed this until right now.”
“I couldn’t let them hate you behind your back. Besides, it stopped being fun for me to keep cursing you out.” She shrugs, making me laugh.
“I hope to hear your story one day.”
“Take it from me, it’s so dull.” She pinched Logan’s butt. “Isn’t that right, my caveman?”
“Maya, don’t start,” Logan said, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her closer. “We know you can’t handle it.”
I cleared my throat, embarrassed by the predatory looks the Hawthornes were giving Maya and by the satisfied smile on her face. I averted my eyes to my men, and they were looking at me, which warmed my heart.
“Ready to go home?” Damian asked, making me smile.
“Yes… I’m ready.”
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As soon as I pass through the door, my heart races, wanting to see a little person who has become everything to me since the moment I held her in my arms. Aria is standing next to her grandmother, wearing a little ballerina outfit, all… black? I look to my side and Noah’s smile widens, and Aria runs into his arms.
“Look at how beautiful my little princess is,” he said, kissing her face and making her giggle. “Mom, why didn’t you send me a picture?” Noah asks his mother without taking his eyes off our daughter. Our. Yes, Aria is my daughter with them, and recovering all my memories, having the bittersweet knowledge that they raised her as I wanted, leaves my heart overflowing with love.
I love them for that. Every day I discover something that makes me love them even more.
“I asked Aria if she wanted it to be a surprise, and she nodded her head, shouting a big yes.”
“Daddy thinks you’re the most beautiful ballerina in the world.” Shit, why does seeing them being such doting dads turn me on so much? “See, I told you it’s no problem if you don’t want to wear pink.” He winked at her, and she ran into the arms of her other fathers, who were being even more doting than Noah.
For the next few hours, we entered a world that consisted only of us. I kissed and hugged my daughter as much as I could, and every minute I witnessed her with her fathers left my heart full of love and my panties ruined with excitement. After they said goodbye to their mother, thanking her for taking care of our daughter, I decided to wait for them to finish caring for our girl, attending to all her needs, so I could put a crazy plan into action.
Since everything happened, I haven’t been able to be with them the way I want. I haven’t been able to feel them inside me, and after all I’ve been through, what I want most is to have them, in every way possible. With my mouth salivating with desire, I watch Damian and Liam setting plates and silverware on the table, while Ethan puts Aria in her high chair, and Noah, as always, is making our food.
My eyes wander from one to the other, so many indecent scenes running through my head. I want them so badly. I want a fuck so dirty, so depraved… so wrong. My face heats up from my thoughts, and I grab the glass of water, drinking it all in one go. I’m burning up, I’m literally on fire. Everything that was repressed and forgotten is now consuming me.
“Scarlett, are you okay?” Ethan asks, then wets his lips with his tongue. His action doesn’t go unnoticed by me. He looks so delicious.
How I wish he would impale me on this wheelchair.
“Yes, everything is perfectly fine,” I let out a frustrated sigh that catches the attention of all four.
“Are you sure?” Noah insists, placing the dish of roast meat on the table.
Was he always this sexy while cooking?
“I am.”
No, I’m not. Thank goodness my legs aren’t working, or I’d traumatize our daughter by jumping on all four of them.
“Your face is red.” Damian had to notice, of course.
“Scarlett.” Liam called me. I lifted my head in time to see him with his hands over Aria’s ears. “Are you aroused? Your face…”
“I’m fine, can we eat?” I changed the subject. They have no idea how wet I am, and I don’t need them to know that right now. “I’m just hot, that’s all.”
Their eyes narrowed, making me swallow dryly. I need a cold shower to calm all the fire consuming me. I asked Ethan for more water, which he had just barely finished refilling my glass, and I drank it all in one gulp, asking for more.
“Scarlett…”
“I’m fine, I already said so,” I gritted my teeth, the space between my legs pulsing, driving me crazy.
“Okay, then you’re fine,” he teased, sitting down to eat.
How did they handle their needs when I was in a coma? I’m about to climb the walls. I need to masturbate urgently, but I can’t ask one of them to take me to the bedroom, because I know I’ll attack him as soon as we enter. My eyes lock on Damian, who smiles sideways. He knows. I serve myself some food and force myself to fill my mouth when, in reality, I wanted to be filling it with something else.