“Calm down,” I say, grabbing her arm. “The wedding is fine. It snowed a lot last night and the road isn’t clear so I can’t take you back to the Honeysuckle until later tonight.”
Scarlett sags with relief. “That is bad news. I have to be stuck here with you the whole day. But at least the wedding is fine.” She straightens again, her eyes wide. “We were supposed to go to Calgary today to meet with your florist!”
“I called her this morning and she’s sent me a few options for bouquets and decorations. You can look at them afterwards.”
Surprise flickers across her face. “Oh. Well, that’s good. But there’s still the center pieces. Sienna wanted something from Silverpine.”
“I called the designer working on the lodge’s redesign and she’s more than happy to supply centerpieces. She’s also sent options. The lodge is also reserved for December 22nd for therehearsal dinner. I also got your deposit back from Mel since she’s no longer doing the flowers and bouquets. Your reservation at the spa has also been confirmed. Anything else?”
Scarlett pushes back her hair, looking at me through squinty eyes.
“So you just,” she waves around her hand, “fucked me to within an inch of my life last night and then took care of my sister’s wedding prep this morning?”
I shrug. “I didn’t want you to worry.” I grip her chin, tilting her head back as I lean in for a kiss.
Scarlett pulls back. “I haven’t brushed yet.”
“Like I give a fuck. Nothing is going to stop me from kissing you, baby girl.”
I seal my mouth over hers, kissing her deeply and thoroughly, fucking my tongue into her mouth the same way I fuck her delicious cunt.
Scarlett hums with pleasure.
“You’re a good kisser,” she says.
“I have to be so I can keep up with you. Now, finish your coffee and I’ll make you breakfast.”
Her stomach grumbles on cue and she places a hand over it.
“You’re not going to shower with me?” She pouts.
“If I shower with you, we’re going to end up fucking.”
Scarlett rolls her eyes. “Wouldn’t want you to do anything you’re not going to enjoy.”
Tugging on her hair lightly, I nip her lip. “I don’t want to hurt you, hellion. You’re going to be sore enough today without me acting like a sex-starved barbarian.”
She sets her coffee cup aside and stretches, letting the blanket pool in her waist. My eyes drop down to her tits, and I can’t resist reaching out and brushing my knuckles over the rosy tip of one.
“But youarea sex-starved barbarian,” she says with a satisfied smile.
I growl and throw the blanket over her head, making her laugh.
EIGHTEEN
SCARLETT
I step out of the shower and dry off, pulling on the lounge pants and t-shirt Connor left for me. Before I put on the t-shirt, I can’t help staring at the marks he’s left all over me. It’s barbaric, but I also enjoy it because he’smybarbarian. The same way I enjoyed him telling me that he’s going to knock me up. I flush at the reminder and don my t-shirt.
Stepping out of the washroom, I pick up my phone and speak to my family, letting them know I’m alive and well, and Connor will drop me home once the roads clear. Sienna reports that Luke surprised her last night when they got back to the Inn and luckily, he managed to get in before the roads got really bad.
“So, what’s this I’m hearing about you dating Connor Hayes?” Luke asks, when Sienna gives him the phone. “Do I need to fight him?”
I frown at myself in the dresser mirror. There are knick knacks scattered over the top. A half empty bottle of cologne, Connor’s wallet, a couple of loonies, a five-dollar bill, his watch.
“Have you ever fought anyone, ever?” I ask.
Luke is silent for a second. “I thought I’d offer as your brother. But I can also stand back and hold your earrings while you fight him.”
