Chapter 6 The Cum Police Emmett #2
Her eyes move between mine. The slight tremor in her chin makes my heart ache. “If it weren’t for me, you’d be a dad already.”
My chest tightens, heart pounding at my rib cage.
I shake my head adamantly, as if I can shake the traitorous thoughts right out of her head.
“If it weren’t for you, I’d be alone and miserable.
We both know I don’t exist without you by my side.
” I slide my fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck, pulling her mouth to mine while she fists my shirt.
“Do you know what you are, baby? You’re strength personified.
You’re a forest fire, burning the bridges that hold you back.
You’re a wildflower, rising again and again, growing without abandon, no matter the weather.
You’re a firefly, baby. When the stars are tired, you light your own way, and the way for everyone else too.
” My beautiful girl blinks, and a silent tear runs down her cheek.
I catch it with my lips, then press my promise to hers.
“You, Cara Brodie, are a once-in-a-lifetime woman, and you can do anything.”
She sniffles, nose scrunching. It draws my attention to the teensiest freckles that live there, scattered like stars. I remind myself that she’s a galaxy, and I’m just the moon lucky enough to be in her orbit. She holds my whole universe in her skies.
Cara takes my face in her hands, sweeping her mouth softly over mine. “I love you, Mr. Brodie. How did I get so lucky?”
“I Stockholmed you, remember?”
“Ah, yes. How could I forget?” She smiles at me, everything tender and brave. “I’m ready. Stab me with a needle, and then with your cock.”
“At your service, my queen.”
Another kiss, this one slow and steady, before I step back. I wash my hands and clean the spot on her belly again. As I settle between her thighs with the needle, she watches me from her spot on the counter, her chest rising rapidly.
She screws her eyes shut, breathing deeply. And then: “Ow! It hurts!”
“I haven’t even touched you yet, you faker!”
She cracks one eyelid and a saucy smile, and I narrow my eyes as I pinch the skin beside her belly button.
My gaze rises to hers, the way she keeps her eyes on me, like I’m her lifeline. “I love you too, you know?”
Another smile, goofy and sweet. “I know.” She inhales sharply as I depress the end of the pen. With trembling hands, she covers her eyes as I count to five in my head.
“Your smile, your legs, that red dress you wore the night we met, your hand on my chest when we fall asleep each night, and the way you look first thing in the morning.”
Slowly, she opens her eyes, keeping them on me as I remove the needle, capping the tip before I twist it off and toss it in the sharps bin. “What?”
“Five things I love about you for every second the needle is in you.” I sink to my knees between her legs, gripping her waist in my hands and pressing a kiss to her stomach. Then, slowly, I work her panties over her hips, down her legs.
She leans back on her hands, winding her thighs around my neck. “I like that. Five orgasms would be nice too.”
“Mhmm.” I trail my mouth up the inside of her thigh, teasing her pussy with the tip of my tongue. “Anything for you, firefly.”
We start with three, with me right there on my knees.
My tongue in her pussy and my thumb on her clit.
My fingers curled inside her while I flick at that needy bud.
Two fingers in her ass, my thumb in her pussy, and my mouth suctioned over her.
I don’t pause until she screams out my name, then I stand, haul her off the counter just to spin her around and bend her over it.
I sink inside her drenched pussy without a second thought, her hair in my fist and our eyes on each other in the mirror.
She’s a sight to be seen, but then she always is.
A shiver runs down my spine at the devotion that shines in her eyes, and I reach forward, grabbing a pink window marker from the glass we keep on the counter.
My writing is a mess on a good day, but particularly so when I’m buried eight inches deep inside a pussy that squeezes like it was made just for me.
I drop the marker when I’m done, digging my fingertips into Cara’s hip and strumming her clit just right so she comes at the exact moment she reads my message.
You are brave. You are fierce.
You’re Cara motherfucking Brodie.
“Say it with me now,” I rumble in her ear as the quakes of her fourth orgasm fade.
“I am brave,” she gasps out as I piston inside her, her hands clawing uselessly at the counter.
Her head rolls over her shoulder, hooded eyes coming to mine as I palm one perfect tit.
“I am fierce.” She cries out as I shove one luscious leg up on the counter and press her into the cool marble, angling myself deeper, fucking her harder.
“Who are you?” I barely manage, balls pulling tight as my fingers scrape down her back.
“Cara”—gasp—“motherfucking”—gasp—“Brodie.”
“Yeah, you are.” I slap her beautiful ass, leaving behind my handprint, right where it belongs. “Now come for me, baby.”
She does, strangling my cock before she drenches it, squirting all over the counter as I empty myself inside her, my face buried in her slick neck.
“Oh, baby,” I murmur, watching as my cum drips from my favorite spot. I gather it on my fingers, fucking it back into her pretty cunt before making her suck my fingers into her mouth. “I love when we make a mess.”
I’VE LOVED EVERY MINUTE OF my life with Cara, but these last seven days?
These last seven days have been pure bliss.
Lazy August mornings with nowhere to be but rolling on top of her and sinking inside her.
Breakfast at the kitchen counter, and then her for breakfast on the kitchen counter.
My hand over her mouth while I fuck her against the wall in the hallway, Natasha only fifty feet away, cleaning the living room.
Cara riding my cock in the driver’s seat of my Dodge Ram, then sprawled out in the backseat while I lick her clean.
We’ve spent the last seven days fucking like wild animals, and I know the time is nearing when Nurse Cockblock will intervene.
“I don’t know how I’ll survive,” I whine, lining a nail up on the plank of wood before reaching for the hammer.
“It’s five days.” Adam pauses his work on the table saw, looking up at me like I have five heads. “We’re on road trips longer than that during the regular season.”
“But it’s the offseason,” I protest, swinging the hammer extra hard. The nail disappears in a single strike, and I smile triumphantly. “I don’t have to spend a single day away from my wife; nobody’s supposed to be able to tell me no except for her!”
“Man, you are whipped,” Jaxon says with a chuckle, wiping his forearm across his glistening forehead.
He peeks over his shoulder, where the girls—minus Cara—are supervising the Slip ’N Slide in the backyard of Second Chance Home, a group home for children in the foster system.
He catches Lennon’s eye, winking at her, and I swear the guy fucking juts his ass out like it’s on display.
“Oh, really? The girls went on a three-night spa getaway and you nearly vomited when Lennon walked out the door.”
Jaxon throws his arms wide, accidentally tossing the drill in his hand. “That’s different! She works with us, which means we travel together and I never, ever have to be away from her. I don’t want to have to remember what it was like when we were alone and miserable.”
Garrett hikes a brow. “We?”
Jaxon sighs, leaning against the extravagant cedar playhouse we’ve been constructing for the kids at Second Chance for the last three days.
We thought we’d be done in two days—we just built an identical one in Adam’s yard, after all—but as it turns out, the Slip ’N Slide is a bit of a…
distraction. “Yeah, me and Mittens were just a couple of sad, lonely bachelors before Len. Right, honey?”
“So sad and lonely, baby,” Lennon calls back.
I set my phone up on a plank of wood, hitting record on the slow-motion video option as I open my water bottle.
Naturally, I dump the contents over my face and sweat-soaked T-shirt before sending the slow-motion thirst trap to Cara.
“We were all sad, lonely bachelors before the girls. What gives you the right to f-u-c-k your wife more than the rest of us?”
“Emmett’s right.” Carter frowns, pausing his work on the black steel roof. He jabs Jaxon between his eyes. “New rule. You and Lennon can’t f-u-c-k on road trips, because neither can the rest of us.”
Jaxon guffaws, but it’s Lennon who screams across the yard. “Mess with my s-e-x life, Carter, I dare you. Every picture I take of you this season will be from all the wrong angles.”
Carter gasps, hand over his heart. “You wouldn’t dare.”
Lennon shifts her sunglasses off, and the look in her eyes has Carter fumbling on the ladder, grabbing onto the peak of the roof to save himself from the six-foot fall to his ass. “Try me, Beckett.”
“Ollie! Lennon’s threatening me again!”
“Well, stop pissing her off!”
“I’m not even doing anything!”
“You’re always doing something!”
“I’m just being myself!” Somehow, he manages to shift his weight, swinging his ass around so he’s lying across one side of the slanted roof, arm bent, chin propped on his fist, all the while pumping his brows at Olivia. “Like right now, I’m just being myself, and you like me like this.”
Olivia blinks, then shifts her sunglasses down from her hair. “I’m done,” I think she says, and then steps into the kiddie pool, sinking to her butt with a splash, the kids around her giggling, and oh man, that looks refreshing.
I arch a brow, looking from Carter, to Garrett, to Jaxon, to Adam, to the Slip ’N Slide. “Break time?”
Carter all but throws himself off the roof, dashing across the yard. “Break time!”
And it’s worth it. It really, really is, even if we’re going to have to come back a fourth day to finish the playhouse.
Because when we finally make it back to Adam’s for a barbecue and a proper swim, Cara’s already there, waiting for us in the backyard.
She lifts herself off a lounger and waltzes across the patio in all her glory, mile-long legs and stilettos, luscious golden hair flowing behind her.
She pulls off her white heart-shaped cat-eye sunglasses, stopping in front of me, arms crossed over her perfect tits as our friends gather at my side for support.
“Follicles are almost fully cooked.”
“Oh, God.” I approach her cautiously, and my cock jumps to attention in my shorts, his Cara-sensor picking up the signal. My head shakes, hands trembling. “No. Not yet. Not already. We have more time,” I murmur. “I thought we had more time.”
“No sex, starting now.”
“No.” My hands fly to my cheeks, cradling them as my head wags back and forth. I sink to my knees on the lush grass. “No.”
“I have an idea,” Jennie offers. “What if we all didn’t have sex? To support Care and Em in their forced celibacy. I mean, it’s only five days.”
Cara squeezes Jennie’s shoulders. “What a lovely idea, Jennie. You’re such a good friend.”
Slowly, I climb to my feet, nodding and smiling. “Great idea. Such a good friend.”
An uproar seems to break out behind me: a shriek of horror, the sound of wood snapping, a splash as something lands in the pool. I think it might be a person. But it’s sweet, gentle Rosie who storms up to Jennie, shouting familiar, angry words at her.
“And just who in the fuck do you think you are? The cum police?”