He cheated i chose two firefighters novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Scar’s POV

Dear Diary,

Coming here might be the smartest thing I’ve ever done. Florida sun hits different–early

September and it’s sitting at seventy–seven like it’s nothing. Back in Montana or Nebraska,

I’d be shivering and pretending I wasn’t.

I stayed stretched out in the warmth, letting the heat soak into me while Maisie, Garret, and

Summer tore around in the surf. They were loud and fearless, splashing each other, tripping

over waves, laughing like the ocean belonged to them. I caught myself grinning.

Brennan would have been running his mouth–too hot, too bright, sand everywhere it

shouldn’t be. And… God. I hadn’t even let myself think about him in two weeks.

Is that what getting over someone looks like? Did the hurt rot into something colder until

there’s nothing left to feel?

of sight, out of mind-

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stitching my heart and my

expected?

Between the way my friends have been hyping me up and the way Milo practically

worshiped me this morning, I feel… not just cute. Not just “pretty.” I feel gorgeous. I feel

sexy.

And I don’t hate this version of me. I might even love her.

***

“Scar! Get your ass in here!” Summer shouted, cupping her hands around her mouth.

I laughed and pushed up off my towel, brushing sand off my butt as I headed for the water.

Gavin caught my eye and crooked his finger at me like he was calling me to trouble. I was

wearing that ridiculous yellow bikini–the one with cartoon eyes over my boobs and a grin

across the bottom. Basically a smiling emoji turned into swimwear.

The girls had squealed when they saw it, and Gavin had called it cute with a look that said

he meant more than that. Against my light brown skin, the color looked loud in the best

way. My hair was down, heavy and loose, sliding all the way to my waist.

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I’d mentioned cutting it again, something sharp and new to match whatever I’m becoming.

Gavin told me not to.

When I asked why, he didn’t hesitate.

“I want to wind it around my fist a couple times when I fuck you.”

My jaw had literally dropped.

He threw his head back, laughing like he’d delivered the line of the century, and the girls lost it too. I’d assumed he and Maisie were together–because come on–but they’d

corrected me fast.

Summer had explained it like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“It’s a friends–with–benefits situation,” she said, shrugging. “We’re in our twenties. We’ve got money. We like to have fun. There’s time for serious later.”

I hadn’t been raised with that kind of freedom in the script. For me it was always: find the

man, fall in love, make the family. Do it right. Do it once.

I tried.

And I’d seen exactly how that ended.

So yeah–maybe it was time to do things differently.

I hit Gavin in the water like a tackle, and we went under in a messy tangle. We came up laughing and wrestling, hands sliding over slick skin, fingers “accidentally” landing everywhere. The heat under my ribs sparked hard, fast. And judging by the thick swell in his

trunks, I wasn’t the only one.

He dragged his mouth to my ear, voice low and rough. “I fucking want you, shortcake. Let

me in that pretty pussy.”

A moan slipped out of me before I could stop it, and my skin broke into goosebumps along

my neck.

“How much?” I teased, breathless.

He rolled his hips into me. I wrapped my legs around him and pushed back, matching him.

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groan turned into a hungry sound, and he crashed his mouth onto mine like he couldn’t

wait another second.

When he pulled away, his forehead rested against mine.

“You ever done it in public, Scar?”

“No,” I breathed.

He glanced toward the shore, then back at me. “Out here, nobody’s watching. The waves help, too. I’m clean–I get tested. I know you’ve only been with that asshole husband of

yours. You on birth control?”

“Yes,” I said, still clinging to him. “And I’m clean too.”

His eyes went darker. “Let me go raw in you. I only do that with Maisie and Summer. They’re clean. They’ve been together a while, and they aren’t fucking anyone else but me.

My throat tightened.

“Okay,” I managed.

He heard it anyway.

”

His kiss turned hard–claiming. My hands shook against his shoulders because nerves were roaring in my blood. I hadn’t slept with anyone but Brennan for three years. Part of me had been genuinely unsure I could even come like this anymore. My past lovers had always made sure they were satisfied first and last.

Gavin’s right hand slid over me, fingers skimming the sides of my breast, tracing down my stomach. Then he dipped under my bikini bottoms and sank one finger into me.

I made a sharp little sound and he laughed under his breath like he loved it.

I kept kissing him, clinging to his mouth, and I fucked his hand like my body had been waiting for permission. He added another finger, stretching me carefully, forcing my

muscles to give.

He had to.

I’d seen him this weekend. I knew what I was dealing with. He’d joked about being ten

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inches and blamed it on his Samoan side, and we’d all been laughing until we were wiping

tears.

Then he’d said he could prove it.

He’d texted his dad and his uncle for a dick pic like it was a normal family request. I had expected a joke back.

They’d actually sent them.

My mouth had fallen open when he showed us. I couldn’t believe it. He’d deleted the photos

immediately, saying it was fine, just proof.

He hadn’t been lying, though. His dad and uncle were hung like horses.

Now a third finger plunged into me, and everything snapped. I came so hard I couldn’t hold back the sound–my scream broke out into the open air.

Gavin swallowed it, mouth sealing over mine.

“That’s my baby girl,” he murmured against my lips. “Good girl… giving me your cream like

that.”

Dirty talk. Real dirty talk. The words hit like a drug.

My pussy fluttered around his fingers, clenching like it wanted more than fingers.

you.

I’m gonna “Oh yeah,” he breathed. “You like that? You’re going to love my thick cock in make you scream my name. I want to hear it, Scar. Fuck… you’re so hot. So ready. So wet.”

He pulled his hand free and I felt him fumbling with the tie on his trunks. Water slapped against us as a wave rolled by, and he shifted my bikini bottoms aside.

Then the blunt, heavy head of him pressed to me.

Oh God.

He pushed in slowly, and my body stretched around him, the pressure turning into a sharp, delicious burn. A whimper slid out of me.

“Shh,” he soothed, breath hot against my cheek. “I’ve got you, baby girl. Daddy’s got you.

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Just a little more. Fuck, you’re tight–so tiny. You’re squeezing me so good. Just… a… little…

more.”

Then he thrust, and he filled me completely.

“FUCK,” he shouted.

I jerked my head up, panicked, scanning the beach. No one was looking. No one cared. The

ocean kept its secrets.

Gavin’s voice dropped again, thick with it. “That’s my good girl. Taking me so well. So

fucking good. Yes… fuck… yes.”

He started moving, driving into me while the waves rocked our bodies, turning every thrust

into something deeper. I was a mess–moaning, clinging, kissing his neck. I sucked at his

skin and felt him shudder.

He gripped my hips, held me in place, and fucked me like he wasn’t going to stop until my

brain went blank.

I felt impossibly full–and then it hit me.

I could come like this.

Not only could I come–my body clamped down and took control, squeezing him so hard he

couldn’t even move.

“GAVIN!” I screamed.

He crushed his mouth to mine, grunting into it while my pussy held him captive, milking him, locking him in place until the tremors started to fade.

The moment I started coming down, he lost whatever restraint he had left. He drove into

me again and again.

“Shit,” he groaned. “Your pussy is so fucking good. Goddamn, Scar–yes–yes.”

Then he emptied himself inside me, hands digging into my hips so hard I already knew I’d

bruise later.

I didn’t care.

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We stayed there, kissing, breathing each other in, letting the rush ebb out of our bodies.

When he finally spoke, his voice sounded wrecked. “Scar… that was insane. I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life.”

“Me too,” I admitted, and my head tipped onto his shoulder.

He held me close. Together we fixed ourselves–him tugging his shorts back into place, me shifting my bikini bottoms until I was covered again. Still wrapped around him, I let him carry me toward shore, his hands locked under my butt like he didn’t want to let go yet.

He dropped onto a towel and kept me in his arms, like that was where I belonged.

I must have dozed off, because the next thing I knew, I was being settled into the back of Summer’s car. My head landed softly on Maisie’s lap.

I blinked up at her. She smiled down at me, slow and knowing.

Then she leaned in and brushed her lips over mine.

“Good girl,” she whispered.

I exhaled, melted, and let sleep take me again.

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