Chapter 5
Chapter five
Piper
Emmett is a great teacher. He's patient, explaining the process step by step. In less than an hour, I have a pretty respectable box.
"Not bad for my first time." I hold the final product up for him to inspect.
His eyes meet mine, and he whistles. "Not bad at all, Piper."
I swallow hard. The way he says my name makes me hot and bothered.
I desperately try to figure out what I want to do about our situation.
I can either take Mia’s advice and "ride that man into tomorrow," or I can walk away now and save myself the pain of having to go back to real life in less than twenty-four hours.
My body votes for the former option; my brain, the latter. I'm slowly losing all sense of self-preservation. Between teaching me how to build, Emmett and I have gotten to know each other, and every new thing I learn about him is better than the last.
He loves his family. Check.
He has a tight and loyal friendship group that sounds amazing. Check.
He's sweet, kind, funny, and sexy as all hell. Quadruple sexy-check.
"What do you think, Zeus?" I look down at my new best friend, who’s been camped out at my feet for the past hour. "Could I start a business with these?"
The enormous ball of fur lifts his head and yawns before closing his eyes.
I sigh. "Don't quit my day job. Got it. Appreciate the honesty, bud."
I turn to Emmett with a grin, but the heat in his eyes has me sucking in a sharp breath.
Maybe it's time for some honesty of my own.
"Emmett, I'm checking out of my cabin at 11 am tomorrow." I set the box on the table and turn to face him. "I like you. And I’d really like to kiss you."
I raise my hand as Emmett moves toward me, and he stops abruptly. "But I don't know if my heart can handle one night."
A muscle in his jaw ticks as his eyes burn intensely. His fiery gaze is etched into my soul.
"Why don’t we see how tonight goes?" His sexy voice zings straight to my heart before rushing to my throbbing core.
I’m practically panting at the direction of this conversation. "I think we both know how tonight is going to go. It'll be amazing in the moment, but I'm not a one-night stand kind of girl."
"Good," Emmett growls.
"So, we should not do anything, right?" I ask, even as I take a step closer to him. I'm like a moth drawn to a sexy man-shaped flame.
"Why does it have to be a one-night stand?" Emmett reaches out, his fingers brushing my cheek as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.
I shiver. Even a simple touch makes me a heated mess.
"Uh-uh." I shake my head slowly. "I'm not willing to do long-distance. I've spent the last few years alone. Like, a lot. I want someone I can fall asleep with at night."
My eyes are fixed on the little spikes of stubble on his chin. His clean, woodsy scent washes over me, clouding my thoughts as I desperately grasp at cold, hard reason.
"I'm good at snuggling," Emmett murmurs, close enough now that a little puff of air brushes my face when he speaks.
I watch his lips move before darting my gaze up to his eyes. "One night, and you'll be able to watch me walk away in the morning?"
My chest heaves as his body heat makes me tremble.
He hesitates before nodding slightly. "If that's what you want."
"Did you just cross your fingers?" I ask, momentarily jarred out of my trance by a movement out of the corner of my eye.
"No," he says quickly, then grins mischievously.
I grab his hand. His middle and forefinger are crossed. I loosen them and graze my fingertips over the calluses on his palm. What would they feel like on my body?
"Liar," I whisper.
I plant my lips on his. Fuck it. We both want this, and I'm strong enough to survive a broken heart.
Liar.
Emmett wraps his arms around my back, deepening the kiss, and I give myself over to wherever tonight takes us.
He walks me backward as he kisses down my neck, and my core throbs with need. His tongue licks a path up my neck as we reach the door, and he turns the knob, spilling us into a laundry room.
"Is this your house?" I crane my neck to look around, but he kisses a spot behind my ear that drives me wild, and I focus on the task at hand.
Sex now, snoop later.
I tear at his shirt, trying to get it over his head as he lifts the hem of mine, and we end up locked in an odd tug-of-war.
At one point, he kisses me through the fabric, and I let out a loud laugh.
Then his mouth is on my nipple, and I moan as I let him lead me blindly down a hallway. He opens the door of his bedroom.
"Out, Zeus." Emmett closes the door behind the ball of fur, and Zeus whines twice on the other side of the wooden door.
"Aw, poor thing."
"I can't let him watch me fuck you, Piper. Hard pass." Emmett finally divests me of my shirt and pushes me back on the bed.
"Some men have performance anxiety," I say with a shrug. "I get it."
"That sounds like a challenge, beautiful. Let's see what you say about my performance in a little bit." Emmett's grin is contagious.
Fuck. Playful sex is my kryptonite.
I reach for him, pulling him closer by his waistband. I manage to unzip his pants before he takes over, pulling them down and tossing them to the side. The hard bulge pressing against the front of his underwear has me clenching my core.
I want him to show me what he can do with his body. I want him to bring me pleasure. I want him to—
"Fuck me." It slips out, breathy and intense, but I mean it, and his eyes light up.
Grinning, he kisses his way up my body until his chest is flush with my breasts.
He presses his lips to mine, his hand sliding around the back of my head as he deepens the kiss.
His tongue licks at the seam of my lips, and I open willingly, our tongues tangling as wetness drips from the place I really want his mouth.
I reach between us and fist his hard length.
He hisses against my lips, moaning a soft pant of pleasure as I slowly pump him, working my hand up and down his shaft while he kisses my neck.
He licks my skin, sucking a path to my shoulder.
The tip of his cock leaks pre-cum, and I slick it over the smooth head with my thumb as I continue to jack him off.
"Fuck," Emmett growls, pulling away quickly. He stares down at me with feral intent, and my entire body begs for his touch.
He grips my thighs, pulling me to the middle of the bed, and descends between my legs. I arch as his tongue licks a path along my seam, and he moans with pleasure as he gets the first taste of me.
"Heaven," Emmett mumbles as he feasts, his mouth and fingers working miracles as my body floats to the ceiling. His tongue flicks my clit, and my legs shake, my body climbing higher and higher toward my climax.
"More," I pant, pulling his hair.
The deep vibrations of his chuckle against my pussy have me moaning with pleasure.
"Like this, sweet thing?" He pushes a finger inside me.
I call out his name like a prayer as he laps at my clit and adds a second finger.
That’s all it takes. I shatter on his tongue, my core throbbing around his fingers as he continues to pump them in and out to prolong my pleasure.
"Yes, baby. Give it to me. Mine," Emmett mumbles as his tongue continues to flick my clit.
He finally stops, removing his fingers and sucking them into his mouth one by one. My pussy flutters with aftershocks as he gazes down at me.
Of course, he's amazing in bed.
And now, my heart's all in.
Oh, fuck.