Chapter Eleven
E mily almost missed his call.
Cross-legged on the floor of her walk-in closet, the phone was buried in a sea of clothing she’d tossed out of drawers and torn from their hangers. It’s not that Emily suddenly had this obsessive-compulsive desire to purge and reorganize or anything like that, but once the thought crossed her mind, she dove right in. Besides, she had nothing better to do.
Colder than a witch’s tit, she wasn’t about to take Ruby out for a ride.
Arien invited her up to the house, but watching her stuff mushrooms for her next vlog post held little appeal. She didn’t even like them.
Shiloh’s parents forced her and Cassie to go on a trip to Arizona together for some sisterly bonding before the wedding.
This time of year, her mom worked in town, from daybreak until midnight ensuring every tax return was flawless and filed by the April 15th deadline.
And her boys?
Up to their elbows in cowpoo, I bet.
Giggling at the image in her head, Emily followed the voice of Stevie Nicks belting out “Edge of Seventeen” and found her phone hidden beneath a pile of old t-shirts she no longer had any use for.
A photo of Billy on his horse lit up the screen. “Hey, babes. Whatcha doin’?”
“Just finished my shift,” he said on a groan. “Is your mama home?”
“No.”
“I’m comin’ over.”
It wasn’t a request. His voice had an edge to it Emily couldn’t quite place. “Okay, I can make you some breakfast.”
“I don’t want breakfast. I just want you.”
After a sixteen-hour shift, and during a snowstorm to boot, Billy had to be cold, tired, and hungry. Except for stolen moments here and there, seeing each other while the cows were calving was a rarity, and surely, he missed her as much as she missed him…
There’s more to it than that.
“What’s the matter, Billy?”
“Nothin’, sweet cheeks. See you soon.”
“Nothin’, my ass,” Emily muttered, tossing her phone.
She had breakfast ready when the doorbell rang. A pan-seared T-bone, scrambled eggs, and fried potatoes waited for him at the kitchen table. Freshly showered, his damp hair smelling of shampoo, Billy didn’t say a word. He took her cheeks in his cold, rough hands and warmed his lips with hers.
“Fuck, Em, I’ve missed you,” he rasped into her mouth, taking in a gulp of air.
I’ve missed you, too.
“You just saw me yesterday.”
“Not like this.” Billy backed her into the living room, kissing her again as they went.
There was an urgency to it that startled her. All-consuming, his kiss sent heat coursing to that place between her legs, the nub within pulsing to the rapid beat of her heart.
“I made you some breakfast,” she said, panting when he eventually released her.
He took her bottom lip between his teeth, sucking it into his mouth. “ You are the only thing I want.”
This man. He took her breath away when he said things like that, which he did all the damn time.
“You need to fill your belly and get some sleep. It’ll be time to go back before you know it.”
“Nope, I got tonight off.” A wicked glint entered his eyes. “So, I ain’t gonna waste the day sleepin’.”
“No?” Biting down on her lip, Emily couldn’t contain her grin.
A faint smirk curved his mouth. “No.”
“What do you wanna do, then?”
He turned from her, and stopping at the kitchen table, Billy picked up the steak from his plate, tore off a bite, and once he swallowed, he said, “Take me to your room, Em. I wanna see how many times I can make you come before you beg me to stop ‘cause you can’t take no more.”
Ohhh.
“Yeah?”
“Oh, yeah.” He wiped off his hands, his voice dark and smoky, then pulled her to his chest. “But I’m gonna make you come again, anyway.”
“Promise?” Slick with need, that pulsing between her legs grew stronger.
His lips skating across her skin, warm breath fanned her neck. “Cross my heart, baby.”
And Billy made good on his promise.
It might have been twenty below outside, but here inside her bedroom, it felt like ninety degrees. He knelt on the dark wood floor, fucking her with his fingers, jeans tangled at her knees, lapping up the juices from her thighs. God, she loved the way he fingered her. How he always seemed to know when to go harder, when to ease up, when to add another finger. Sometimes, two wasn’t enough. Hell, there were times three wasn’t either.
They were both naked by the time they made it to the bed. Writhing on cream linen sheets, Billy ate her pussy. She held his head to her cunt while he fucked her with his tongue and sucked on her clit. When she felt the first flutters, Emily widened the space between her legs, signaling him to fill her with his fingers as she came.
Fucking sublime.
What could feel better than his mouth on her cunt with his fingers inside her?
His cock. And Jake’s .
It stood, brushing his navel, thick and hard, before her. Pearly drops wept from the little slit. Emily swiped her tongue across her lip and reached for him. “Gimme.”
“You wanna suck me, baby?”
“So bad.” She licked the fluid oozing from his head. “Make me choke on this big, fat dick and swallow every drop of cum.”
She loved sucking his cock, too. The manly smell of him. The addicting taste of his salty semen. Some girls she knew didn’t care to give blow jobs, and for the life of her, Emily couldn’t understand why. She caressed his balls, raking over them with her nails, and rubbed the flesh behind them as her head bobbed on his dick. It was heady, a powerful feeling to be the one giving him pleasure.
He groaned and, pulling on her hair wrapped around his fist, he held a vibrator to her swollen clit.
“That feels too good.” He sucked in air through his teeth. “I wanna fuck you so bad, Em.”
She raised her head with a parting lick, wiggling her bottom to get the vibrator on the spot where she needed it. “I want that, too. One more year, my love.”
“I don’t wanna wait that long.” Billy slid the vibrator from her clit, along her slit, to her ass. It tingled, the hole puckering. “Do you?”
Emily moved, getting face to face with him. “No, but that’s the rules.”
“This ain’t breakin’ the rules,” he crooned, his finger rubbing around her hole. “It’s almost your birthday, Em, and I won’t even get to kiss you no more, then. Let me fuck you here.”
Her pussy clenched at the thought. It wasn’t breaking the rules, but it was bending them. Commonly talked about among the girls at school, they fucked that way often enough. Hell, she watched Griffin and Shiloh do it once, though they didn’t know it. Seeing his cock in her ass and his fingers in her cunt got her so hot, Emily rubbed her clit right then and there.
Jake caught her at it, too.
“You like what you’re seein’ here, wild one?”
It’s not like she could deny it. “I do.”
“Good.”
He must’ve been a little drunk because she could feel his fingers in her hair.
“That pleases you?”
“Very much.”
Her head fell back on his shoulder. “Why?”
“Because one day, me and Billy are gonna fill up both your holes.” His hand swept down her back, pausing at her ass. “Together.”
She rubbed her clit harder and moaned.
“That’s it, my wild girl.”
Jake wanted Billy to fuck her ass, didn’t he? It was likely he expected they’d already done it. It would be okay as long as Billy didn’t penetrate her pussy with his dick, because that was definitely against the rules. Until the wedding, anyway, and then, being the elder brother, Jake would fuck her first.
How she longed for that day to come. Dreamt of it. Got herself off to the vision of having both their cocks inside her.
Emily wrapped her hand around his length. “Yes, baby, I’ll let you.”
“Tell me you want me to,” he said, pushing his finger in. “I need to hear it.”
“It’s gonna hurt, isn’t it?” Already, she felt the burn. “I don’t care if it does. Fuck my ass, Billy. Please, I need to feel you inside me.”
“We got all day and plenty of lube.” He bent his head and licked her nipple. “We’ll go slow, okay?”
“Okay.”
Billy gazed down at her, smiling as he added lube to his finger. Slowly, he moved it in and out. Twisting. Gently stretching. “How’s this feel, baby?”
“Weird, but a good weird, ya know?”
“Can’t say that I do.” He chuckled.
She smacked his ass. “Want me to do it to you, so you know?”
“Sure, if you wanna.”
Not the answer Emily was expecting. She meant it as a joke. “You’d let me?”
“Baby, I love you.” He placed a kiss on the tip of her nose, squirting some lube on her finger. “Go on. You can do whatever you want to me.”
It was so beautiful, staring into each other’s eyes, seeing into each other’s souls as they pleasured one another. His ass, hot and tight, squeezed her finger. Liquid pooled between her thighs at the sounds he made.
“Damn, girl.” Billy’s eyes rolled back in his head. “Fuck.”
“It feels good?”
“Too good.” He groaned, pushing two fingers into her ass. “Keep that up, you’re gonna milk the cum right outta me.”
“So?”
He fingered her some more, then flipped her over. “I wanna come in you.”
She smiled.
“Lube me up,” he commanded, handing her the bottle.
Emily took her time, slathering it all over his shaft.
“Yeah, baby, make a mess with it.”
“Too much?”
“Never.” Billy winked and took the bottle from her, coating his finger with lube. He bathed the crack of her ass with it and pushed more into her hole.
“I’m dyin’ here, Billy.” Emily needed…something. “Put it in me.”
The tip of his cock caressed her opening, prodding gently, and he pushed the head inside.
It fucking hurts.
“Relax. Don’t fight it, baby” He leaned over, kissing his way up her spine. “Play with your pussy. Can you do that?”
“Uh-huh,” she squeaked with a nod. “Gimme the bullet.”
“You’re doin’ so good.”
She held the vibrator to her clit, but it didn’t distract her. “It burns.”
“Want me to stop?”
“No, baby, please don’t.” As foreign as it felt to have his big dick wedged in her little hole, Emily found she liked the feeling. “Fuck.”
“You takin’ care of your clitty, baby?”
“Yesss.” Fuck, yes .
Billy pushed himself in farther. “How many fingers you fuckin’ your pussy with?”
“Two.”
“Put in another one.” And his hand came down on her ass. “I want you full.”
“Fuck. Me.”
“God, I’m all the way inside you, Em. It hurts some. I know.” His hands holding onto her hips, he thrust in and out of her. “You feel so damn good and I love you so damn much…fuck.”
And with the vibrator lost somewhere among the sheets, she pinched her clit hard, a spectrum of colors bursting behind her eyelids.
It was dark when Emily woke, entwined with Billy, naked, on the bed. She watched him sleep, stroking his skin, twirling his hair around her fingers. He blinked his gray eyes open, and she smiled.
“What time is it?”
“Almost ten.”
“Shit, I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” Billy sat up, scratching his head. “I should go before Miss Kim gets home.”
“It’s okay.” She reached for his hand, giggling. “We should probably get dressed, though.”
“Thank you.” He kissed her fingers.
“What on earth for?”
“Being you. Lovin’ me like ya do.” Letting go of her hand, he got up from the bed. “I know how lucky I am.”
I’m lucky, too, then.
“I just wanted you to know that.” Billy got dressed and sat back down beside her. “Now, give me a kiss goodnight and make it a good one.”
“You’re leaving?”
“I sure don’t wanna, but it’s best I do.”
She reached behind his neck, making him bend into her kiss. “I love you, William Gantry.”
“I love you, Emily Keough.” And he pressed his lips to her forehead. “Goodnight.”