Chapter 26
Twenty-Six
James
“J ames, my man. Looks like you’ve healed enough to go home,” says my nurse, Michael, as he comes into the room with my discharge papers and a wheelchair.
“It would appear so,” I reply, clenching my teeth. I can’t stand this guy. He had the audacity to flirt with Emilia when he thought I was still sleeping after my procedure to get the bullet removed. When it happened, I immediately popped my eyes open and reminded him he was talking to my wife . He thankfully hasn’t attempted it again because if he did I wouldn’t be able to control what I would do next.
“Well, if you’re ready, hop on down into this wheelchair, and we’ll get you taken down to your ride.”
Emilia has the audacity to chuckle which she quickly covers with a hand, but I shoot her a scathing glare nonetheless.
“That won’t be necessary, Michael. I’m perfectly capable of walking.”
“Are you sure? I’d hate for you to fall from being so weak.”
Is this guy serious right now?! I know a backhanded comment when I hear one.
“I’m good, thanks. My beautiful wife here will help me just fine, won’t you, Emilia?”
“Absolutely, my love,” replies Emilia, a glint in her eye. So she’s enjoying this, is she?
As we make our way down the elevator and out the front entryway, I pull Emilia into me, holding her close and just taking in her scent. She’s intoxicating. God, how I’ve missed having her all to myself.
“Ready?” she asks as Donovan pulls up in the semi-circular drive with one of Kayden’s SUVs.
“Ready as I’ll ever be.”
Aleks gets our door for us, and I let Emilia climb in first. Turning toward Michael, who followed us outside, I give him my coldest look and say, “Thanks for everything, Michael, I’ll be taking care of my wife now. If you’ll excuse me.” I send him a wink before climbing in the car, and I just barely catch the jealousy that shutters over his face before he pastes on a fake smile as the door closes.
Turning away from that dreaded man, I find Emilia’s eye locked on mine.
“Was that really necessary, James?” she practically purrs the question, reaching out a hand to my thigh.
“Everything is necessary when it comes to you, love.”
The armored SUV we are in is situated a lot like a limo, with the bench seats across from one another and a black dividing window that separates the front from the back.
Ensuring the divider is in place, I turn back to Emilia and look at her, eyeing her up from her toes to her head.
“Emilia, I’m going to devour you now.”
Her pupils blow wide as lust takes over her features, her legs clenching just barely as she chases that aching need between them.
Getting down on my knees, I put myself in front of her, pushing her legs apart and settling between them.
“I can’t go another minute without tasting you.”
Emilia lets out a barely-there moan, like my words are tied directly to her pleasure. I trace her knee using my finger and begin my perusal up her thigh. God, I’m so fucking happy she decided to wear a dress today.
Emilia grabs me by the front of my shirt, pulling me in for a kiss that’s desperate and aching with need.
“I need you, James. Right now.”
“God I love when you beg for it. Let me taste you first, love.”
Bunching up her dress, I push it up over her hips and almost come from the sight alone.
“Mrs. Stonewell, you’re such a naughty girl, aren’t you? Did you forget to wear something today?”
“It may have slipped my mind, just a little bit,” she replies, her breath heavy with want.
Emilia is bared before me as I push her knees wider, taking in every inch of her pretty pussy. Fucking hell, this woman is my utter and complete undoing. I waste no time grabbing her hips, pulling her until her ass is to the edge of the seat, and putting her legs on my shoulders.
Lowering myself, I lay kisses along her inner thigh, giving little nips as I go. Emilia squirms in her seat, desperate to have me where she needs me the most.
“Not just yet, love. I need to savor this a bit.”
“Stop teasing me, cabrón .”
“Ahh, but that’s half the fun, isn’t it?”
In turn, Emilia grabs a fistful of my hair, trying to pull me against her pussy. The pain is delicious, and as a reward I lick and suck her lips, causing a moan to escape her pretty little mouth. Flattening my tongue against her, I lick through her wetness from bottom to top, and the taste of her explodes on my taste buds.
“Fuck, Em. I’ve been dying to get a taste of you. You taste so fucking sweet, you know that?”
Emilia whimpers in response, grinding her pussy against my face.
“That’s it, love, take everything you need.”
I circle her clit and flick it with my tongue, before plunging a finger into her, eliciting a gasp at the dual sensations.
“More, James, please. I need more.”
Not wanting to disappoint, I plunge a second finger into her as her pussy tightens around my fingers, curving them slightly to hit that sweet spot.
“Holy fuck, James. I’m so close.”
Knowing exactly what she needs, I suck and nip and circle her clit until she’s writhing beneath me, her hands pulling my hair desperately as she grinds against me.
“S-so close, please, I’m so close.”
Wanting to tip her over the edge so fucking badly, I take my thumb and gently press against her tight opening, circling as I go, but not pushing inside. It’s just what she needs, as she lets out a moan, her body taut as she falls over the edge.
Emilia comes against my face hard, and I lick up everything she gives me.
I peer up at her through my lashes as I lick her clean, her eyes clenched shut as her body trembles from her release. Giving one last lick that causes her to jump, I sit back on my knees and pull her dress back down her thighs.
“I am a starved man, Emilia, and that was a damn good meal. One that I’ll never tire from having every single fucking day.”
“Keep saying things like that, James. It only serves to turn me on even more.” She leans forward, running a hand through my hair before pulling me slightly to her.
She kisses me as though she’ll lose me. I won’t ever let that happen, though. For better or for worse, she’s stuck with me.