Surrendering to His Siren (Silver Spoon Heroes)

Chapter Eight

Nina

" A re you okay, Red?" Emmett asks, coming up behind me in the kitchen as I stare out into the backyard, thinking. We've been home for the last couple of hours, but we haven't talked much.

I don't really know what to say. I'm beyond relieved to know there's a good chance my brother didn't set the fire. I feel horribly guilty for thinking it was him. I'm worried about him. And a good eighty percent of my mind is on Emmett and the way he makes me feel.

I've thought about him so much today it's honestly starting to feel like my brain may need a restraining order. I've never wanted anything the way I want to burrow into his arms and feel his lips against mine again.

Reaching for what I want hasn't ever been an option. I've always been too focused on raising Nate, making sure he had the stability he needed to thrive, and paying the bills. Now, he's almost grown. My job is almost done. And I'm…what?

A little lost, honestly. Because I can tell myself all day long that I never really had a choice, but I think part of me hid behind caring for Nate so I never had to put myself out there. Growing up as the chubby girl with a dead mom and an alcoholic dad wasn't easy. My classmates either pitied me or made fun of me. There were no school dances or fun dates when I was too mortified about what was going on at home. By the time I could see myself having those things, all those little taunts and the whispers had eroded my self-confidence so I just never tried.

Now, I have a stupid-hot firefighter standing here, telling me all these crazy, amazing things and I'm freaking worried that I'll mess it up. That he'll peel back the layers and realize I'm a mess. And just so we're clear, I am a mess. I do not have my shit together. I just fake it for Nate's sake.

But Emmett? Well, he's got his together. It seems like he was freaking born with his together. So what could I possibly offer him? I have no idea. Part of me really wants to know, though. I want all the things he's been offering all day.

So put on your big girl panties, lady. And grab that firefighter by the…

I spin to face him before the devil on my shoulder talks me into some nonsense that might actually result in a restraining order.

"I'm fine," I squeak.

His jade eyes scan across my face, his lips curving into a dangerous smirk. "Oh, yeah?" He reaches for my hand, tugging me closer to his oversized body. "Is that why you're blushing like you were thinking naughty thoughts, Red?"

"Was not," I mumble. "Nothing naughty at all. I don't have those."

"Mmhmm. I just bet you don't." His nose skims the side of my face as he presses himself up against me. "You're an innocent little lamb, aren't you?"

"Yes, I'm that," I groan, melting against him. And then I realize what I said. "I mean no. I'm not a lamb. I'm a person, Emmett."

His body shakes with laughter as his lips hover inches from mine. "What were you thinking about, Nina?"

"You," I blurt.

Heat flares in his eyes.

"I mean…um…"

"Too fucking late," he growls, his lips slanting down on mine as one hand delves into my hair. He tilts my head, licking into my mouth.

I sob against his lips, clinging to his broad shoulders.

Yes, this is exactly what I was thinking about, exactly what I wanted.

He devours my lips, his tongue stroking against mine in a way that has heat surging through my body in massive waves. I nip his bottom lip in response, earning a predatory growl.

"Fuck." He tugs gently on my hair, craning my head back. His lips trail down my throat, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. "Is this what you were thinking about, baby? Having my hands on you again?"

"Yes. No." I groan in frustration, trying to press closer to him.

"Was it this?" He bites my nipple through my shirt, and my freaking knees shake.

"Emmett!" My hands fly to his hair, trying to hold him to me, but he doesn't even give me a chance. He wraps his hands around my waist, boosting me up onto the counter. I immediately wrap my legs around his hips, trapping him against me.

"Tell me what you wanted, Nina." He drags my dress up over my head, dropping it to the floor beside us. His jade eyes flare with heat as they run over me. "Jesus Christ. You're fucking perfect, baby."

"I…I…" I fight the urge to cover myself with my hands, to hide all of my imperfections from his gaze. I've never been this naked in front of a man before now. And this one is in a league of his own, his body carved from granite. Mine is soft, covered in stretchmarks and cellulite. But…he isn't looking at me like he finds me unworthy. In fact, he's looking at me like I'm exactly what he said—perfect.

I leave my hands where they are, letting him look his fill.

"Can I take this off?" he asks, toying with the strap of my bra.

My head bounces in a nod.

He chuckles, sliding the strap down my shoulder. His lips trace the path he just revealed, leaving me whimpering on the freaking countertop. There's no way it's supposed to feel that good to be kissed right there.

I shiver, trying not to come unglued as he slowly strips my bra off, leaving me in nothing but my panties in the middle of my kitchen.

My head falls back, a loud moan rolling from my lips when he cups my breasts in his hands, pinching both nipples at the same time. A jolt goes straight to my clit, making it throb and ache.

"I like the way you moan for me, Red," he murmurs, his voice raspy. "I like how sweet you sound. I like that look in your eyes right now." He dips his head, wrapping his lips around one nipple.

"Emmett!" His name rings out around us, echoing in the corners as my head bounces against the cabinet behind me.

"Shit." He yanks me forward slightly. "Careful, baby. I can't have you giving yourself a concussion before I even get to taste you."

"T-taste me?" That's not my voice. There's no way that sound just came from my lips.

His gritty chuckle tells me that it did, in fact, come from me. He meets my gaze, his eyes dark with desire, full of wickedness. "Yeah," he growls. "Taste you. I'm going to spread those gorgeous legs and put my tongue right…" He shoves a hand between my legs, pressing it up against my center through my soaked panties. "Here."

"Emmett," I whimper, fighting to close my legs around his hand. I'm not trying to get him to stop. I just want friction.

"I'm going to lick this wet little thing until you shatter on my face, Nina," he says, his eyes blazing. "Maybe I'll keep going, make you come all over me two or three times."

I whimper again, pretty sure I'm going to come right now.

"But I'm not going to do it until you tell me that you want it."

What? No. What kind of torture is this? He can't dangle heaven in front of me and then add conditions. Surely that's false advertising. Aren't there laws against that?

"I…I…"

"I need to hear you tell me that you want me to eat you, baby. I'm not going to take what you aren't ready to give."

Damn him and his morals.

"I want it. Please, Emmett," I whisper.

"What do you want, baby? Tell me."

Oh, he's a filthy, filthy man.

"I want you to…do that."

"Do what?"

I'm going to kill him. I have to do it. It's necessary at this point.

He grinds his palm against my center, toying with me. Teasing me. Driving me closer toward the brink of insanity and shredding my inhibitions.

"I want you to eat me!" I cry. "Please, Emmett."

"Fuck yeah," he breathes, crashing his mouth down on mine again. He grinds his palm against me as he devours my mouth, leaving me reeling in a bubble of lust and pleasure as he looms over me, all hot and in control and so damn beautiful.

He plays with me, rocking his palm against me again and again, until I'm right there…trembling on the edge of an orgasm. And then he backs away, hooking his hands into the sides of my panties to drag them down my legs.

My ass rises from the countertop before settling against the cool granite as he tosses them in the same direction my dress went. As soon as I land, he spreads my legs wide, opening me up to him.

My cheeks blaze with heat as his eyes lock on my center.

"Fucking Christ," he breathes, licking his lips. "You're so wet, baby. Are you hurting for me?"

"Yes," I whimper. It's the truth. I think I've been hurting for him all damn day. Ever since he made me orgasm on the couch this morning. Hell, maybe even before that. This is ridiculously fast. It's outrageously fast, actually. But…it doesn't seem to matter, either.

He knows my secrets. He knows my shame. And he's still here right now, staring at me like if he doesn't get a taste of me right now, he might shatter. He's been here all damn day, helping me, holding me together, and building me up. Maybe he is out of my league. But I don't think he sees it that way. To him, there are no leagues. People are just people…and for some crazy reason, I'm the person he wants. I'm the one he's growling over right now.

Emmett Madden is going to change my life if I let him. I feel it in my bones. And right now…I want to let him. More than I want anything, I want to take a leap and see where we land.

He crouches in front of me, running his lips up the inside of my thigh.

I sob quietly, my head falling back again.

"Eyes on me, Red," he orders. "I want you to watch me."

Oh, sweet merciful…

"I want you to remember the moment you realize exactly what it was you begged so sweetly for." He nips my inner thigh. "There won't be anyone after me, so this is your moment, baby."

Oh, my god. He's…

His tongue flicks out, spearing through my folds.

I cry out, fighting to keep my eyes on him as a wave of bliss rips through me. That shouldn't feel so good. It shouldn't. But it does.

I think he likes it just as much as I do. His hands lock around my ankles, dragging me closer to the edge of the counter. He lifts me higher, closer to his mouth, to that wicked tongue.

I sob his name as he licks me again, running circles around my clit.

"Mm," he moans. "Tastes just like heaven, Red."

I whimper, clinging to the edges of the counter as his jade eyes roll in ecstasy, making my core clench. He's so wicked! And he knows it. I see it in his eyes. He wants to shock me, wants to rattle me. Wants me shaken and out of my mind, too high on him to think about anything else.

His plan is working.

I forget the whole world exists when he growls like a greedy beast and buries his face in my center, attacking me with his lips and tongue. He holds my legs wide apart, giving himself room to work. His tongue lashes me, quick strikes that leave me gasping. His lips seam around my clit, sucking in a way that has me babbling nonsense.

I lose track of everything when that wicked tongue forces its way into my hole, thrusting, licking…fucking me. His nose grinds against my clit, his hungry growls vibrating through me.

It's too much sensation. Too much bliss. Too much everything.

I shatter without warning, crying out his name as my body submits to the pleasure and to him. Waves of ecstasy rage through me, leaving me choking on his name and rocking shamelessly against his face.

He doesn't stop. He keeps eating me, throwing me from one orgasm right into another. It's even bigger than the first. I shout, trying to crawl up the dang cabinet away from the pleasure, but he won't let me. He grabs me, holding me in place as he wrecks and ruins me, licking up every drop he makes me spill.

By the time I come down from the immense high, he's peeling me off the counter, his face wet with my juices, triumph in his eyes. His lips come down on mine in a sweet kiss as he lifts me into his arms.

"Damn, Red," he breathes against my lips. "I could watch you do that all goddamn day."

"Emmett," I whimper.

He chuckles, gently brushing damp strands of hair away from my face as he turns and strides from the kitchen with me in his arms. We don't speak as he carries me down the hall to my room, depositing me in the center of the bed.

I watch in complete silence as he strips. And good lord. Emmett fully clothed is incredible. But Emmett naked? That's…there are no words for that. The tattoos running up and down his arms aren't his only ones. Ink litters his body in a stunning display. Every inch of him is hard and unyielding, his body carved from steel. Golden skin stretches over thick, corded muscle, each one standing in testament to the work he does every day. He didn't build that body in a gym. He did it saving lives, hauling people like me out of burning buildings. That's so much sexier to me.

I chafe my legs together as he shoves his boxers down and his cock bounces against his stomach. My mouth waters, a whimper climbing up my throat. Like the rest of him, his dick is beautiful. It's also freaking massive. I can already feel the ache he's going to leave behind, and I want it. More than my next breath.

"I see you staring at me, Red," he says, smirking as he strides toward me, his cock in his hand. "You like what you see, baby?"

"Yes," I say, lifting my head to meet his gaze. I want him to see the truth there. "You're beautiful, Emmett. Not just outside, but inside too."

His expression softens as he crawls onto the bed with me, prowling over my body. "Glad you think so," he murmurs, leaning down to kiss me. "Anyone can have a body like this. That shit doesn't matter, Nina. This does." He places his hand between my breasts, splaying his fingers wide. "I want this to be the thing you fall in love with."

My eyes widen, my breath coming in a strangled gasp.

"Yeah," he breathes, nipping my bottom lip. "That's what I'm aiming for here. I want this." He gently taps his fingers against my breastbone to indicate my heart. "I'm not giving up until it's mine."

"You're making me nervous again," I whisper.

He grins against my lips, chuckling. "Don't be. I'm just making my intentions clear so you know this isn't casual for me. This isn't just sex. I'm not here just to get laid. I have a masterplan. It ends with us growing old as fuck together." He kisses me again, all soft and sweet. "But it starts here. With me showing you how goddamn perfect you are. You ready for that, baby?"

Am I ready? If I say yes, I'm not just saying yes to sex. I'm saying yes to giving him a chance. I'm saying yes to us, to the chance at a future. He isn't asking for my body. He's asking for my heart. Am I ready to let him have it?

I think I've been ready all day.

"Yes," I whisper.

His smile is blinding. And for the first time, I don't feel like little Nina Gregori. I feel…powerful. Like a woman capable of giving this man the whole world.

He kisses me again, his tongue tangling with mine as he runs his hands across my body. I arch into his touch, mewling against his lips. I touch him too, eager to feel every inch of his skin beneath my palms. I love the way he trembles in response, as if the feel of my hands on him is the best thing in the world.

But he doesn't let me play for long before he catches my hands in his, gently pressing them to the bed beside me. "Lay back, baby. Let me worship," he whispers, the gritty rasp in his voice sending a shiver through me.

I reluctantly settle, my eyes locked on him as he works his way down my body, exploring with hands and teeth and tongue. He kisses and touches everywhere, setting my body on fire. Every imperfection, he seeks out. Every spot I've ever tried to hide, he finds. He lavishes attention on every damn one, spoiling me with sweet words.

"I fucking love how soft you are," he groans, nuzzling his face against my stomach. He turns his head slightly, sinking his teeth into my flesh. "Christ, Nina. Do you have any idea how fucking hard this right here makes me?" He groans like he doesn't have words, his tongue dipping into my belly button. "Every damn time I look at you, my cock aches."

"Emmett," I whimper, arching beneath him.

"I was hard as a rock carrying you out of the fire last night," he whispers, dragging his teeth down my belly. One hand slips between my legs, his thumb circling my clit. "I felt like an asshole for it, but I couldn't help it. Even through my turnouts, I felt how soft you were, and I wanted you naked beneath me just like this, moaning for me."

I throw my head back, groaning his name as he toys with me, driving me toward the brink of an orgasm. But he doesn't let me go over. Of course he doesn't. He drags me right to the edge with his skillful fingers and then prowls up my body again, his cock sliding through my folds.

"I need in you, baby," he pants, pressing his face to my throat. He rocks his hips, letting me feel every inch of him. "I'll be gentle and take care of you, but I need to feel this perfect little pussy wrapped around my cock before I lose my mind."

"Yes," I gasp without hesitation. I want it just as badly as he does. Wanting him was never a question. I just didn't think I was allowed to want him. But I'm not denying myself anymore, and I'm not denying him, either. When I said yes earlier, I meant it.

If he wants my heart, I'll let him have it. Every damn piece of it. And if he breaks it? Well, he better not break it. I don't think running over a firefighter with a tractor would go over very well in a court of law.

"Kiss me," he demands, nipping my bottom lip.

I obediently offer my mouth up to him, more than willing to kiss him again. All day, every day, actually.

He licks into my mouth, the kiss slow at first as he rocks against me, driving us both crazy. And then it grows hotter. He rocks against me faster. His cock notches at my entrance as we pant and writhe, tangled up in bliss together. He slips his hand between our bodies, playing with my clit again.

I whimper into his mouth as he slowly pushes forward, stretching and filling me as his thumb works against my clit. He goes so slowly, I feel like I'm going to lose my mind. I feel every ridge of his cock, every inch. I sob against his lips, wiggling as I try to get him to go faster, but he's implacable, refusing to be swayed.

He does this his way, taking his sweet time.

And maybe that's for the best. I've always heard the first time can be painful. But…it isn't. Maybe because I've used toys before. Maybe because he's so slow and attentive, so careful. Maybe it's because he keeps his thumb on my clit, giving me pleasure the entire time. I don't know. But by the time his hips come to rest against mine, I'm not in pain. I'm desperate to come.

He stops anyway, holding completely still as his eyes seek out mine. "You okay, baby?" he asks.

"Yes," I sob.

"You sure?"

"Yes, Emmett! Please!"

"Please, what?" He grinds his thumb against my clit again. "Please this?"

I sob his name again.

He pulls back slightly and then thrusts forward. "Please this, Red?"

"Yes!" I claw his shoulders, throwing my head back against the pillows. "That. More of that."

He chuckles, nuzzling his face against my throat. "You're beautiful when you're begging for my cock, Nina. Maybe I'll stay just like this and make you keep doing it for a while."

I arch beneath him, tipping my head forward. "Don't you dare, Emmett Madden," I gasp. "I'll…I'll…"

"What? You'll what, baby?" He pulls back and then thrusts into me again. "You'll lay there and take it like a good girl?" His teeth rake down the side of my throat. "You'll keep begging?"

I don't know exactly what comes over me, but I wrap my legs around his hips and shove as hard as I can, rolling us to the side. He lands on his back beneath me with me straddling his hips. His head comes up, his eyes wide as they lock on mine.

"Fuck," he growls, grabbing my ass. Heat blazes in his expression, searing every line of his face. "You're going to get feisty on me if you don't get what you want, huh?"

"Yes," I whisper.

"Fuck yeah," he growls, smacking my ass. "Then take what you want so badly, Red. Ride my cock until you're dripping come all over me."

"I don't know how!" I cry.

He chuckles through a groan, using his grip on my ass to bounce me on his cock.

I moan, my head falling back.

"Balance with your hands and press your legs tight to my hips. Use your thighs and ass to lift yourself up and down," he murmurs gently. "Move your hips in circles if it feels good to you. There's no wrong way to fuck yourself on my cock, baby. Do what feels good to you. Trust me, just being in you is heaven for me."

I bite my lip and follow his instructions, tentatively lifting myself off him before sliding back down.

"Yeah, just like that," he growls, his eyes locked on my face. "Does it feel good?"

"Yes," I gasp, shifting again.

"Keep going, baby. Take what you need from me."

I moan and rock on top of him again, my confidence growing as pleasure rockets through me and I find a rhythm. Within seconds, we're working together to bounce me on his cock. He's so much deeper this way. Every thrust pulls a moan from my lips.

"You feel so good," I whisper, my head falling back as I do exactly what he said and take what I need.

"And you feel like heaven. Christ, you look like a goddess, Nina." He spreads my cheeks apart, yanking me down on him.

I shout his name, my core clenching.

"You like that, huh?"

There's nothing about this to dislike. He's beneath me, looking like a god, bucking his hips every time I land against his thighs to force himself a little deeper and prolong the pleasure. His eyes are on fire, his pleasure obvious. And I feel like I'm flying with every damn thrust.

I rock harder, faster, my nails digging into his chest as I chase the pleasure. But I don't want it to end, not really. I want to keep feeling like this until I can't move or breathe or think. So when I feel like I'm right there, I slow down, forcing myself to hold it off. Again and again. It's torture, but it's the best damn kind of torture.

When I do it the third time, he sits up beneath me suddenly, one hand wrapping around my throat. "I know what you're doing, Red," he growls, nipping my bottom lip. "You're denying me what's mine."

"I…I…"

"You want me to deny you an orgasm, baby? Want me to keep you on the edge until you're fucking begging for it?"

"Yes. No." I whimper in frustration, my mind clouded with lust. "I don't know! It feels so good."

"It'll feel even better when you're coming all over my cock, baby." He tips me backward, coming down over me. "But since you can't behave, I guess I'll have to show you myself…"

He doesn't give me a single second to prepare myself or breathe. He just tips me backward and then surges forward, driving himself into me in powerful thrusts that leave me reeling. There is no slowing down this time. There's no easing back. He's in charge, taking control of my pleasure, of my body.

He pounds into me, nipping and kissing everywhere he can reach. Keeping me pinned in place so I have no choice but to take every single second of ecstasy.

And the orgasm barreling toward me is too massive to hold off this time. It hits me like a tsunami, submerging me in ecstasy. I shatter with a sharp cry, coming all over him as I shake and convulse.

He doesn't stop. He keeps going, demanding another one.

"That's it, baby," he breathes against my skin. "That's the real pleasure right there. That's what you were denying yourself. That shit isn't happening in this bed. You don't fight them. You take every fucking one of them like a good girl."

Oh, my god.

I claw his shoulders and his arms, sobbing my agreement. But he isn't finished with me yet. He drives into me again and again, forcing me right back to the edge.

"Emmett, please!" I gasp, eyes wide, trembling. "I can't."

"Yeah, you can," he whispers, brushing his nose against mine. "You raised your brother. You walked through fire. You can take one more orgasm." His lips land against mine in a sweet kiss. "You're a goddess, sweet Nina."

I sob against his lips, shattering again.

He groans, pounding into me without rhythm. His cock jerks, his head falling back. My name rumbles from his lips in a loud crack of sound, and then he falls still. I moan loudly as I feel him coming, his seed splashing inside of me in hot spurts.

It's only then that I realize he isn't wearing a condom. And it's only then that I realize I wouldn't have stopped him even had I thought about it beforehand.

Lord have mercy. I'm in deep with this man.

We come down tangled in each other's arms before he peels himself halfway off me, his eyes locked on my face. He checks me over meticulously, his expression soft.

"Are you okay, Red?"

"Yes," I whisper, and then I bite my lip. "You weren't wearing a condom."

His cock twitches inside of me like he likes this thought.

My eyes widen in realization. "You…did it on purpose?"

"Honestly? It didn't even cross my mind to wear a condom with you. But had I thought about it, I would have done exactly the same thing." He shrugs, his eyes locked on my face. "I told you what my endgame is with you. I want it all."

"You don't even know me," I whisper.

"Yeah, I do." He pulls me back into his arms, splaying me across his chest. And how he manages to do that without pulling out of me, I don't know, but somehow, he manages it. "I know that you're the kind of woman who gave up years of her life to raise her brother. I know that you haven't had it easy, but you've worked your ass off and never quit. I know that you're full of fire and sweetness, and the world hasn't beat either out of you no matter what you've been through. And I know that you've been a little ball of anxiety, trying to carry everything on your own because you didn't want to involve me in your problems. It wasn't just because you were trying to protect your brother, either. You were trying to protect me."

"It didn't seem fair to you," I admit in a whisper. "If I told you the truth, you would have felt like you had to help. I didn't want you to feel like you had to do something wrong to protect him because he did something wrong. That wasn't fair to you."

"He didn't start those fires, baby."

"I know." Guilt churns through me. "I feel like a horrible sister for doubting him, Emmett."

"You had your reasons, Red. That doesn't make you a horrible sister. Anyone in your position would have had the same doubts."

"You went to see Dillon today, didn't you?"

"Yeah, baby." He runs his fingers through my hair.

"What did he say?"

"He's got everyone looking for your brother."

I close my eyes, relief rushing through me. Part of me is worried—really worried—that Nate isn't really camping, and that note was left to keep me from realizing that Alex already has him. I don't think I'll stop worrying about that until Nate is in front of me again, safe and sound.

"They set that fire to kill me," I whisper quietly. I'm not sure if Emmett has worked that out for himself yet or not, but I figure he probably has and just didn't want to tell me. But I worked it out hours ago.

I wasn't supposed to survive last night. And I don't know what that means now. I just know it means Nate isn't safe out there right now. And it means I'm not really safe, either.

Emmett's hands still in my hair, a growl rumbling in his throat. "They aren't going to kill you, Nina. Hell will freeze over before I allow that to happen."

"I'm scared," I admit.

"I know, baby. But I need you to trust that I'm not going to let anything happen to you or Nate. We're going to find them. They're going to prison for attempted murder, arson, extortion, and whatever else Dillon throws at them." He tips my head back, forcing me to meet his gaze. "And while we're working on finding them, you and I are going to get very intimately acquainted. You're going to fall in love with me. And when you do, I'm claiming every single piece of you."

I lick my lips, staring at him. "You're already doing that," I admit softly. "You have been all day."

"Christ." His eyes fall closed before he leans forward, pressing his lips to mine in a fierce kiss. "We're on the same page then, Red. The exact same damn page."

Yeah, I kind of think maybe we are.