Wide Awake: Part One (The Ward Family: Scott Ward Book 1)

by Miller, Jessie

  We approach the gate and suddenly, I stop walking. “What’s wrong?” Scott asks.

  I breathe in and out. The sun by now has set and the stars are brighter than ever. The sounds of the beach are wonderful to hear. “I’m just taking everything in.” I smile. He smiles. I’m not sure I’m done with making him smile.

  He opens the gate and once we’ve closed it behind us, we walk towards the house. It’s 10 at night, so we’re not sure if his parents are awake. As we enter the house, we see his parents watching a movie in their living room, with the lights off. Scott goes over to them, says that we’re home, and gives me the signal to go upstairs. I’m quietly tip toeing up the stairs. Part of me feels like a teenager sneaking up to his room.

  He joins me on the staircase, grabbing my hand once again. We keep holding hands as we get to his bedroom door. I turn to him, “Are you sure you want to sleep in the same room? You should have your privacy, I can sleep on the—“

  “No,” he interrupts. He opens the door and tells me to come in. I’m scared to know what his intentions are, but I walk through anyway. He closes the door and walks over to me. We stand in silence. When I briefly close my eyes, I feel Scott step closer, caress a strand of my hair that has fallen out of my bun, and he kisses me.

  Surprisingly, I find myself kissing him back.

  CHAPTER SIX

  “What are we doing?” I ask. I’m blushing and he smiles again.

  “I’m sorry,” he says. “I didn’t think you would react that way. I won’t do it again.”

  “No,” I blurt out. “That’s not what I meant. Not at all.” I look at the ground. My nerves have the best of me.

  “What did you mean then?” He asks. I know he’s challenging me to reveal my feelings, but the part of me that wants to stand up tall and quit giving in is holding me back.

  “I meant…” I look around not really knowing what to say next. “Why are we wasting time when we should be figuring out who is going to sleep where?” I step away from him and try to be innocent, when I know I can’t.

  He smirks and steps closer to me. “Grace.”

  “Scott.” I stand still knowing what’s going to happen next.

  “Grace.” He steps over to me until we’re less than a foot away from each other. “Do you want me to kiss you again?”

  A moment passes by. “Yes.”

  Before I could exhale, Scott takes my face in his hands and kisses me. This time even deeper than our first kiss. Everything I’m doing right now is going against my job duties, but I can’t help it. I hold onto him as his hands move from my face and onto my lower back. He bites my lip.

  “I think we know who’s sleeping where,” Scott whispers.

  When we kiss, I’m becoming aware of my body. I force myself to give into my feelings as he slowly takes the edge of my shirt and begins to lift it. I put my arms up and my shirt is off. Haphazardly I grab his shirt and unbutton it. I’ve never seen Scott with his shirt off, but the moment I do, I’m more aroused than I ever was before. I back up to get a full picture, but I see him smile and know he’s up to no good. He grabs me by the belt loops of my jeans, which takes me by surprise and I yelp. He kisses me gently and lowers me down onto the bed.

  I know what you’re thinking. I thought you didn’t want to be one of his whores, Grace, what’s gotten into you? Stop sounding like my mother. I don’t need you of all people nagging me. So I made my own decision and gave into my impulses? You would’ve done the same thing. I just happen to know that I’ve abandoned my feelings. It’s only a weekend. A lot can happen in a weekend. There’s a lot to gain and a lot to lose from this decision. Isn’t Labor Day supposed to be a fresh start? Shouldn’t I get to do something reckless and not think about the repercussions? I think so.

  “Sit yourself up on your elbows,” Scott says. He commands me to do something and I do it. Quickly, his hands go to my back and search for my bra clasp. He releases the clasp and I bounce back onto the bed as he takes my bra off. My nipples harden as I become cold and nervous, anticipating his touch. He kisses my lips once more as he makes his way to my breasts. We are both still partly clothed. He’s taking his time, and that makes me more nervous as the seconds go by. His lips finds my nipples and he goes from side to side, biting and sucking on them, left and right, over and over. Alternating between his mouth and his hands. I get warmer as he lowers his mouth on my stomach. I’m curvier than all of the women he has been with and I’m more self-conscious than ever. He unbuttons my jean shorts and pulls them off, revealing my black lace underwear.

  “God, you’re sexy,” he says as he licks around my belly button.

  “Wait,” I say. He lifts his head. A strand of his messy brown hair falls onto his forehead.

  “Are you okay?” he asks.

  I nod. “Yes. I’m just taking this all in.” Scott laughs and he blows softly around my lower stomach. He graces his hand along my sex, right on the fabric of my panties. I lay back on the bed as he takes off my panties and throws them to the side. His fingers begin making little circles on my clit. The sensation is strong, I don’t know if this is just from his fingers, or from the feeling behind them. His callused hands work their magic and I’m a moment from bursting. Suddenly, he stops.

  “What happened?” I ask. Not looking at what he starts to do. He slowly enters in his pointer and middle fingers into me, widening me. My eyes shut as the feeling accelerates into oblivion. Scott then lowers his mouth and begins to make me his late night treat. His tongue goes around my clit in little circles, as his fingers being to pump into me harder and harder. I moan and thrust my hips up. I’m on the edge of tearing apart and when I think I’m going to, he stops and stands up. I wiggle my hips, wringing in pleasure.

  “Not yet, baby,” he says. I know that’s what he calls his other play-things, but now, there’s some weight behind it. For a minute, I don’t care if I’ve become one of them.

  Scott slowly begins to unbuckle his belt and take off his jeans. “Stay still,” he says, when I attempt to sit up. I listen to him. He walks over to his suitcase by the dresser and takes out a foil packet. I can see the outline of his large member as he walks back over. I hear him rip the packet and place the condom over his erection. Part of me is worrying about going this far with Scott, if this place we're exploring is really worth my job. I forget about those thoughts when he stands over me. His arms are on their side of my head. I place my hands on his biceps and he flexes. I immediately feel the tip of his member graze my sex. The anticipation kills. My innate reaction is to close my legs to give me a little relief. Looking at Scott, I think about how it might hurt to walk in the morning.

  “Are you ready?” He says.

  I answer with a lift of my hips and a moan. “Come on, Scott,” I say.

  Scott suddenly grabs both of my legs, lifts them up, and pulls me to the edge of the bed. I let out a little yelp and giggle. Scott's face lights up with a smile; his teeth bright and white. His fingers go back to my softness, testing me to see if I'm ready for him. When I move my hips towards him, he stops and grabs my legs again, this time tightening his grip. "You will move when I tell you to," he says. I'm still. I'm not scared of Scott. I know from observation the pleasure he gets from being demanding. The more I think about his stern gaze, the hotter I feel. Never have I let a man speak to me in that fashion, but with him, there's another feeling behind it. Or at least, that's just what I'm telling myself.

  "Oh you will?" I smile, challenging him, lifting my hips up to meet his hardness. I move myself forward so that I rub against him slightly. "See how wet I am for you?"

  He then takes hold of my arms and forces them above my head. "If we do this," he says, "we do this my way. And Grace, I fuck hard.”

  I nod my head. I can do rough. I can do hard.

  "I need to you to answer me," he says. "I need to you to tell me what you want."

  He enters just the tip of his cock into me and I groan. "I want you," I say. "All of you. Fuck me, Scott." On c
ommand, Scott enters me and fills me up. Once he’s all the way in, he thrusts hard twice, causing me to let out a scream. He lifts up my legs and starts to move. He pounds into me and I wrap my legs around his waist, allowing him to bend over me and kiss me. I hold onto his arms and scratch along the skin. I wouldn’t necessarily call a man perfect, but Scott is close.

  We find our way into the middle of the bed, where we flip over and I straddle him. My one summer of equestrian training pays off as I begin to grind on his cock. Scott groans and holds on to my hips, rocking me back and forth. He looks back at me with a burning gaze. His right hand then strays from my hips and go to my center. He strokes my clit with his thumb as I slow down.

  He stops and holds my hips. “Did I tell you to slow down?” I shake my head. “Then keep going, Grace.” I speed up. His hands leave my center and go to my breasts where he plays with my nipples and pinches them. The sensation makes my head spin in pleasure overload. I speed up even more. “Do you like it when I fuck you?” he asks. “Do you like my cock in your tight pussy?” I groan his name. Honestly, I’m surprised no one can hear us, but at this point, I don’t fucking care.

  I grind faster until the waves crash over me. Scott takes my hips and holds me still as he thrusts harder into me. My eyes widen and I scream his name. In a fast action, he flips me back over and pumps into me, his balls slapping my ass. To some, this would seem too rough, but with Scott, it’s perfect. He groans and relaxes onto each thrust until he’s spent. He pulls out and lies down next to me. In one swift motion, he removes the condom and throws it away in the small trash can next to the bed. We don’t exactly cuddle, but we hold hands as we both fall asleep - not worrying about the events that occurred or the consequences.

  Okay, I know what you’re thinking. How could I throw my hard work away by sleeping with my boss? I haven’t exactly “given anything away”. My life has just taken a turn. Even if I fear it might have taken a turn for the worst.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  The morning after. Whoever thought that creating that famous phrase would be funny can go fuck themselves. After our night beneath the sheets, I wake up warm. Really warm. I lift my head slightly and see Scott with his head on my bare chest and his arm around me. Guess I make a good pillow. I lie back down and think about what just happened. When I decided to take this job, never did I think that I would sleep with him. Especially at his parents’ house. I went from being the ultra feminist, hating my boss because of what he represents and here I am, glowing in cliche post-coital bliss.

  I feel a small stirring and a kiss on my stomach. Scott turns his head and looks at me. “Good morning sunshine,” he says. His smile is glowing. I smile back. My heart is loaded and vulnerable.

  “Good morning,” I say. Scott lifts himself on his elbows and holds me tight. I’ve never seen him this open before. This open to connection. I’ve always known him as the man who had a reputation of screwing every high class hooker in Chicago. Hell, he keeps multiple condoms in his briefcase. Every time I look at him, I see the man who said my name sweetly. The man who called my name when he came. The man whose eyes wouldn’t leave mine.

  But he’s still my boss and there’s something wrong with what I’ve done. If Molly knew, she would be scared for me. Which is nice, but at the same time, what if he embarrasses me. For god sake, he knows what I look like naked. Every time he looks at me in the office, he’ll know how I fill out my shirt or how sometimes my skirt rides up because of my hips. He’ll know every curve because he’s seen them. He’s kissed them. He’s touched them. That scares me. Never before had a man looked at me like I was worth more.

  “The reunion’s today,” I say as I brush my hand through his hair. “Do you know when your family’s arriving?”

  He exhales and draws circles around my belly button and nipples. “No,” he says, “and I don’t care. I would rather spend the entire weekend right here with you.”

  “And what happens when we get back to the office?” I ask.

  He laughs softly. “Well, there’s two options.” He picks himself up again on his elbows. “We can either pretend this never happened or…” He pauses and gages my reaction.

  “Or?” I ask.

  “Or, we can explore this.” He lays his head back on my stomach. His light facial hair tickles my skin.

  “Explore,” I say. It’s a statement. Not that I don’t get what “explore” means. Oh, I get it, but does that mean I can still work and look for jobs at residencies? “What do you want?” I ask.

  He sits up and cups my cheek with his hand. “I want you.” He says this with confidence and strength. “And coffee. Grace and coffee. A good combination in the morning.”

  “I meant after this weekend,” I say. “If we keep this up, nothing will remain the same, will it?”

  He laughs. Why is he always laughing when I ask something. “Everything would be different. If we were together, you wouldn’t need to be my assistant. You would be able to find a job as a doctor.”

  “How do you know that?” I straighten and look at him.

  Scott rearranges himself and sit cross legged, still naked from the night before. “You don’t think I don’t do background checks on all my assistants? I was surprised someone like you would apply for the job.”

  “Someone like me?”

  “Yeah,” he says, “Someone who knows what the hell she wants to do with her life. Someone with ambition, with drive, with values. You have it all. And a doctorate degree from Stanford.” He tucks his feet underneath our pillows and lays back near the edge of the bed.

  “Thank you,” I say, almost questioning him. “I applied for medical residencies all over the country, but nothing happened. Being your assistant is enough for me to pay my rent and start a savings. Not that I don’t like my job, but I’m supposed to help people.”

  “Just like your mom did.” Scott moves his left hand takes hold of my left foot. He begins to trace circles lightly around the sole of my foot. “You help me,” he says.

  “You know what I mean,” I say. The more we talk about my job, the more the idea about being with him comes alive in my brain. I look him over. He’s tall, handsome, gifted (in more ways than one), but he’s also driven. He knows what he wants. He’s in control. I’ve never been with someone like him. Never been with someone who knew exactly what they wanted and how they wanted it. Being with him might be interesting. If I’m going to be bold, yes, I would want to be with him. I’m not going to lie and say that his lifestyle doesn’t excite me, but at the same time, if I were to be with someone, I would want to trust them. I would want to feel safe. My hatred for his lifestyle is exactly the reason why I don’t want to explore this other thing we could have. I keep going back and forth. I can’t help but feel the way I do for him.

  “Okay,” I say out of the blue - interrupting my inner monologue.

  “Okay?” He sits up and smiles.

  I nod. “We’ll give this a try. If by Sunday night, you are completely repulsed by me, then I’ll go back to being your assistant.”

  “I doubt I’ll be repulsed by you,” he says. “I’m happy you said yes.”

  “Of course you are,” I say. I readjust myself, climbing on top of him. I kiss him and look behind me. “What time is it?”

  “I think it’s 8:30. Why?” His eyebrow is lifted.

  I look back at him and get on my knees lowering my face to his. “I was thinking of a way we could pass the time before we have to go downstairs.” I kiss him again and with every kiss, I feel him harden underneath me.

  “Sounds good to me,” he says with a laugh.

  When our lips meet again, we keep going where we left off the night before, rough and headed towards ecstasy.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  We finally get out of bed and get ready for the day. I jump in the shower while Scott struggles to get out of bed. He spends a good portion of the morning between making love to me, watching the stock exchange, and falling back asleep. Who says it’s a tough
life being a CEO?

  I let the warm water flow down my shoulders. My skin absorbs the heat and my muscles thank me. Who knew fucking a beautiful man would be this stressful? Yes, sex is a good stress reliever in itself, but I can only do that so often. Especially since the stress of meeting his family this weekend and keeping this act up makes me stressed just thinking about it. How am I supposed to act when Scott wakes up? Like nothing ever happened?

  I get out of the shower and I wrap my hair in a towel and try to wrap the small body towel around my midsection. Opening the door, Scott leans against the doorframe. He smiles and walks into the bathroom without a single word. I wish myself to back up, but all I do is stand exactly where I am. “Am I allowed to shower too?” He asks. I nod and move past him.

  I hear he’s started the shower and I get dressed. While towel drying my hair, I look out the window and see his parents standing on the edge of the lawn, looking over the lake. I can only imagine what’s going through their heads right now. Their home is about to be subjected to a family reunion. If it were my family, this never would have happened. Not a formal family reunion exactly. My aunt, uncle, and six cousins live in Los Angeles. Just going to visit them every summer feels like a family reunion.

  I leave the room and head downstairs. My hair is air drying into curls. Once I reach the bottom of the stairs, Scott’s brother, Blake, walks over to me. “He didn’t say he was bringing you along with him.” His voice is deep and quiet. I look nervously around hallway.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” I whisper.

  This isn’t the first time I’ve met Blake. Over the two years of working for Scott, Blake became a regular around the office. Whether it was because Scott just bailed him out of jail or if Blake needed money right away. He’s the laziest brother – the one most likely to gamble his inheritance away and disappoint his parents. He also has a history of being the party boy, the only brother of Scott’s that has a reputation. My first day, Molly had warned me of Blake and how many of Scott’s assistants slept with him. On the outside, Blake drinks away his problems, but anyone can see that somewhere deep is a man crying out for help.