Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
Alex
Did she really tell me to shove my irresponsible words up my ass? I sat there shaking my head. I didn’t say anything that wasn’t the truth, and the fact that she got so pissed off by it showed that she knew it was true. I sighed as I got up from my chair and cleared the table. Seeing her so upset by what I said was starting to bother me, so I went to her room and knocked on the door.
“Emerson, let’s talk, please.”
She didn’t respond.
I turned the knob, only to find it was locked. “Emerson, open this door! This is my fucking house,” I yelled.
Suddenly, the door opened. “Stop yelling. I bet your blood pressure is sky-high right now.”
“You make me yell,” I spoke as I stepped inside the room.
Walking over to her, I placed my hands on her shoulders. She pushed away from me.
“Don’t touch me.”
“You don’t really mean that,” I said as I touched her cheek.
“Yes, I do.” She looked down but didn’t pull away.
“I’m sorry if I sounded harsh. Sometimes, things fly out of my mouth.”
“I know, and it’s annoying.”
I smiled as I lifted her chin and softly brushed my lips against hers.
“Do you forgive me?”
“No.”
“Is there anything I can do to make you forgive me?” I smiled softly as my hand traveled up her shirt and over her breast, pulling down the cup of her bra and taking her nipple between my fingers.
“No.” I saw a small smile escape her lips.
“Are you sure?” I took her hand and placed it on my hard cock.
“Yes.”
“Yes, you’re sure, or yes, you want this?”
“I’m sure.”
I unbuttoned her shorts and took them down along with her panties. I kneeled down, and my mouth tasted her. She was wet, and I knew damn well she wanted me. She moaned as I plunged a finger inside her.
“Still sure?” I whispered.
“Damn you, Parker.” She placed her hands on my head as my tongue explored her. I smiled as I stood up and lifted her shirt over her head. Unhooking her bra, I tossed it to the floor and let my mouth devour her beautiful breasts.
I pushed her onto the bed and hovered over her as she moaned at the pleasure I gave her. The sweet sounds that escaped her turned me on, and I couldn’t become any harder than I already was. She threw her head back and let out a soft cry when I inserted another finger, sending her into ecstasy as she orgasmed. Standing up, I stripped out of my clothes and lay down next to her, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her onto her side so she was facing me.
Brushing a strand of hair from her face, I softly kissed her mouth as my cock slowly thrust inside her. We gasped at the pleasure as she tilted her head, and my lips explored her neck. She wrapped her leg around my waist, forcing me to deepen inside her. Grabbing hold of her breast, I sped up and swiftly moved in and out of her. Her pussy swelled over my cock, causing it to tingle with delight and making me want to come. But I had to hold back. This wasn’t going to be over so soon. I slowed down the pace, and we stared into each other’s eyes. Reaching down, I rubbed her swollen clit until she couldn’t take anymore, and she released herself to me. Rolling on top of her, I didn’t want to hold back anymore. I pounded into her, fast and hard, giving her everything I had. I halted as I pushed one last time, burying myself deep inside her as I filled her with my come. Collapsing on top of her, I held her tightly and kissed her neck as her arms tightened around me. I pulled out of her and rolled onto my back.
“Am I forgiven?” I asked with a smile.
“Maybe.” She smirked.
I climbed off the bed and grabbed some tissues from the nightstand. She got up, pulled back the sheets, climbed in, and held them up to me. I climbed in next to her and wrapped my arms around her as she snuggled into me, lightly running her fingers up and down my arm.
“Why do you break so many hearts?” I asked.
“Relationships are fun as long as they don’t get too serious, and the guys I dated got too serious, which I found weird because it’s usually the girls who become so attached. I can’t even settle down in life, let alone settle down with one guy. What about you? Why have you broken so many hearts?”
“I guess you could say I think the same way you do, but I’m settled in my life with a home and my company.”
She turned on her side and propped herself up on her elbow. “Since you’re settled, don’t you want to settle down and have a family?”
“I never really gave it much thought. I like dating different women, and settling down with one for the rest of your life seems silly. I mean, look at how my parents turned out.”
“True, I guess. My parents were so in love that it was quite embarrassing sometimes.”
“Growing up with that didn’t make you want to settle down with someone special?” I asked as I ran my finger across her forehead.
She looked down and began playing with the bed sheet. “Maybe it did once. But since the accident, my views on life changed.”
“What about Adam? How did he handle everything?”
“He doesn’t talk about it. He never did. He would say, ‘They’re gone, and we need to move on.’ So I did, and he disapproves.”
“How often did you see him if you haven’t been back here in eight years?”
“We talked on the phone a few times a week, and I usually saw him at Christmas. But he would come to wherever I was.”
“I don’t mean to upset you by reliving the past, but where was Adam when the accident happened?”
“He was away at college. My parents were taking my sister and me to the ballet, and it was raining something awful outside. My dad could barely see the road, and my mom told him to pull over. He said if he pulled over, we would be late, and he didn’t want to disappoint his girls. We were coming around a curve, and the last thing I remember was my mom screaming, ‘Look out,’ and the car rolling over several times before hitting a tree and stopping. I remember grabbing Emily’s hand and squeezing it tight. Then everything went black, except I could still hear voices in the distance. As the voices got closer, I heard a man say, ‘This one is still alive.’ After that, I don’t remember a thing except waking up in the hospital three months later.”
“I’m so sorry, Emerson,” I softly spoke, stroking her cheek. “Is that what your nightmare was about?”
“Yeah. After the accident, I had them just about every night. But once I left California, they stopped. Now that I’m back, so are they, but not as frequent as they were. I’m going to go to sleep now.”
I kissed her forehead before she snuggled against me, and I wrapped my arms tightly around her. I wanted her to feel safe, and I wanted her to sleep in peace.