All Chapters of Side Hustle: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ScarletThe bed frame creaks, and I startle awake. I sit up, goosebumps covering my arms, and blink in the dark.“Wes?” I whisper, feeling the mattress shake beneath me. I didn’t mean to fall asleep in Weston’s bed. I’m on top of the covers and he’s underneath, and we’re on the opposite sides of this king bed.The sheets rustle, and I see the outline of Weston’s large body moving. Red hot fear pulses over me, and my heart immediately starts racing. I reach for Wes, hand landing on his shoulder.“Scarlet?” he croaks, throat dry. “What’s wrong?” He sits up too fast and winces. I squeeze my eyes shut, having a hard time blocking out the memory.“I thought you were having a seizure.” A chill rips through me, causing me to tremble.“Why would you think that?”The words want to come out, and the fear I had before of him judging me, of being looked at differently—as unworthy—is gone. “When my sister was little, she got really sick with a bad fever.” I wrap my arms around myself, shivering ha

WestonFuck. Me. I’m in trouble.It’s Friday night, and while I’m still not at one hundred percent, I agreed to go out with everyone to Getaway tonight. And I mean everyone. Logan and Owen are there already, of course. Dean and Kara are going, as well as Quinn and Archer. Quinn invited Scarlet to hang out with her and her friend Jamie, and I can tell Scarlet’s looking forward to it.“Ready?” Scarlet asks, coming down the stairs as if she has no idea she looks like a temptress. Swallowing hard, I shift my weight to hide my hardening cock. It’s going to be one hell of a night. She curled her hair and is wearing a simple, curve-hugging black dress and heels. My mind jumps ahead, and I imagine myself pushing her up against the wall. I can almost feel her legs around me as I inch the hem of her black dress up and over her ass.Dammit. Now I have an erection.“Just a second,” I mumble and go into the kitchen, clenching the muscles in my thighs to try and get rid of this thing. I open the fr

ScarletIf my arms weren’t wrapped around Weston’s neck, my weakened knees might have given out. He’s standing before me, with one hand wrapped in my hair and the other planted on the base of my back, fingers inching down my ass. His legs are slightly spread, hips close to mine.I open my mouth to tell him I’ve been ready for him to fuck me, but no words come out. I’m breathless before him, excited and intimidated all at the same time. Tingles are running rampant through my body, and I’m as hot as I am cold from the chilly night air.He steps forward, closing the distance between us. His hard cock presses against me, and holy shit, that thing is big. I shouldn’t be surprised since he towers over me. Every aspect of Weston is big, and his cock is no exception. I bring my hand down, fingers trembling, and feel its length through his pants. Wes grunts, pushing himself forward. It will be a tight fit inside of me, and the thought of having him push that big dick all the way in makes a shi

WestonScarlet and Jackson are back at the house by the time I’m done talking with Mr. Williams. I’m not officially divorced yet, but the process has started. And it feels so fucking good.My heart lurches in my chest, and I can’t stop smiling when I step onto the porch carrying a pizza. Jackson’s sitting on Scarlet’s lap on the couch, and she’s reading him a book. His eyes are heavy, and he looks like he’ll fall asleep at any minute. They haven’t noticed me yet, and I stop to watch them through the window for another few seconds.Jackson rests his head against Scarlet’s shoulder, and she brings her hand up, running her fingers through his hair. His eyes start to flutter closed, making me almost feel bad for coming into the house and waking him up. It’s impossible to sneak in and out with our current alarm system, which is why I have it set up the way I do.I unlock the front door and step in. Scarlet smiles the moment she sees me, and Jackson is more excited about the pizza. I set it

Weston“You’re officially a heartbreaker, Weston.” Scarlet turns away from the stove, setting down a wooden spoon. I just got home from work and the house smells amazing.“How so?” I ask, amused. I take off my shoes. “And what is that?”“Spiced cider. We can add rum to ours if you want.”“That sounds good.” It’s a cold and windy day, and I spent the last hour and a half of my shift outside in it, dealing with a car accident. No one was seriously hurt, but both people involved had flaring tempers, which made everything take twice as long. I unzip my coat, longing to feel Scarlet’s warm body pressed against me. “How am I a heartbreaker?”Scarlet strides over and wraps her arms around my neck. I slip a cold hand under her shirt, making her shriek and squirm away. I hold her tighter, laughing.“Your hands are like ice!”“It’s cold out.”“Don’t you have gloves to wear?”“Yeah, but I didn’t wear them.”“Obviously,” she laughs. “And Mrs. Hills stopped me when I picked up Jackson from school