Chapter 4
Emery
Ithought I’d over-hyped our encounters. In the quiet moments, when I was lonely and horny and I allowed myself to think about the times with Ville, I remembered just how good it had been.
In the bright light of day, when my more rational brain was online, I was sure I’d built them up to be better and more amazing than they actually were.
I had not.
It was just as good as I remembered. Better even, but that could be because I hadn’t slept with anyone since the last time Ville and I were together.
I’d been too busy finishing my residency and establishing myself back home at the clinic to think about hooking up, let alone dating.
It wasn’t at all because of my connection with Ville, the way he played my body like he owned it, or because he left me more satisfied than anyone else I’d ever been with.
It had just been me and my hand, and the occasional toy, and that’s why the way Ville had handled me, fucked me, made me come so hard I was seeing stars had felt so damn good.
We didn’t bother with cleaning up. Not yet.
We panted as we came down from our orgasms, both of us covered in my cum and sweat.
Ville was careful as he pulled out, and I tried not to sigh contentedly at feeling his release leak out of me.
Another fantasy he’d made real. I’d never gone bare with anyone, but as soon as I saw him again, I knew that’s what I wanted.
I didn’t even have to think about offering to skip condoms as soon as he mentioned them.
I knew I could trust him completely in a way I couldn’t anyone else.
Ville man-handled me onto my side, and I went with it easily, letting that happy sigh escape as he spooned around me.
He was a good six inches taller than me, and broader and heavier too, so he surrounded me in the best way.
I was cocooned in his warmth and protection and I would happily stay there all night.
This time, my sigh was less content.
Ville kissed the back of my neck, nosing my hair out of the way. It made me shiver.
“What’s that sound for?”
I wiggled back so he would hold me tighter. He did, then arranged himself so his spent dick was nestled between my thighs. “Just wondering how long I’ve got before you kick me out?”
The growl sent another shiver through me. He squeezed me even tighter, and then thrust a couple of times, his cock spreading around his cum that was still leaking from my hole. But then he did the unthinkable. He let out a little huff and then let go of me, rolling onto his back.
“I’m not kicking you out. How long you stay depends on how close to breakfast you want to do the walk of shame.”
I flipped over to my other side quickly, not caring in that moment that I lost more of his cum. I propped my head on my hand so I could really see him, but he wasn’t looking at me, staring at the ceiling instead.
“Sugar, it’s only a walk of shame if you’re ashamed of what you did. And I, for one, am not.” I threw a leg over his hips. “Are you?”
Ville grabbed me, hauling me in closer, so I was plastered against one side.
Then he slid a hand down my body, between my legs, and started playing with his cum.
He teased my hole, pressed some back in, gently petting me.
My dick woke up again, not ready to play just yet, but getting there.
I whimpered a little, loving the command he had over me.
Like since it was his cum, it was his hole too, and he could do what he wanted.
“No,” he answered with conviction.
I smiled. “And you’re here for weeks.”
He squinted at me then nodded. “Yeah. Wren wants to stay through the birthdays.”
Bodhi’s was July first and Wren’s was the Fourth.
When he was little, he used to think the fireworks were all for him.
My brother and his best friend had always celebrated together, as soon as they had the autonomy to demand it.
I think they’d been six. My parents went all out for them both, Wren’s parents had reluctantly shown up.
“So that’s five weeks. And you’ve got a job to do, which will get more intense when Wren gets here.
I have work too. We’ll both be busy.” I moved so I was propped on his chest so I could look him right in the eye.
Ville’s eyes were so pretty, the color undecided between blue and gray, shifting back and forth depending on what he was wearing or the light.
In the moonlight that softly illuminated the room, they were grayer.
“But are you really thinking we won’t find time to do this again? ”
A rumble powered through his chest and before I realized what happened, he had me flipped onto my back and underneath him, his body pressing me into the mattress.
I knew he worked out and practiced some type of martial arts.
I couldn’t remember which discipline but he needed to be strong and agile to protect Wren from all his adoring, and sometimes too invested, fans.
“No.” His voice was low and gravelly, and his stare was intense.
After a few seconds, his expression softened, and he tucked his arms under mine so he could cup my face.
He kissed me slow and sweet, but I wasn’t having it.
I nipped his lip to get him to kiss me harder until we were both panting again.
I knew Ville could be endearingly sweet. It was why I called him sugar. It started as a joke that first time we hooked up, because he’d been anything but, but I’d quickly learned just how soft his heart was underneath his gruffer exterior.
“This? Us? The sex?” I wrapped my arms around his neck and slid the fingers of my right hand into his short hair.
I gave his scalp a light scratch that had him closing his eyes.
He always loved a good head massage. “It’s always worked.
I see no reason we can’t indulge while you’re here. Unless you have an objection.”
He sucked on my neck for a moment and I spread my thighs so he could fit better between them. I was gonna hurt tomorrow but I didn’t care in the least.
“No objection,” he murmured into my skin. Then he lifted his head to stare down into my eyes. “But no matter how careful we are, your family is going to figure it out.”
I scoffed. “Probably. I love them more than anything, every last one of them, but man, they’re nosy. But who cares? I’m a grown ass man, practically thirty. I can sleep with whomever I want.”
Ville rolled his eyes. “You’ve been twenty-nine for all of three months.”
I hummed and kissed him quickly, inordinately pleased that he remembered.
I ignored the little, tiny niggle in my brain that said he had to have all that information because it was his job as security.
But we’d had that discussion the time we spent the weekend together while I was in med school.
Wren had a concert in Charlotte, and since that was a two-hour drive from Chapel Hill, I’d planned on staying over.
Fortunately I was able to get a refund on my hotel room since Ville let me make use of his.
I quirked a brow. “And you’re going to be forty in five months. Really, less than. Four months and a week. What’s your point?”
“Emery,” he chastised, drawing my name out.
I could only laugh, the action shaking us both and making me moan. I wasn’t the only one who was getting hard again.
“My point is we’re both adults and we don’t have to tell them anything we don’t want to. They can speculate and poke their noses in wherever they want. I don’t think it’s anything we have to worry about.”
“If you’re sure,” he offered, but his gaze was fixed on my neck and I wondered if he’d marked me. When I tilted my head a little more, he bent his head, attacking that same spot, so I was going to go with yes. At the same time, he grabbed my knee and pulled my leg up to hook around his hip.
“I’m sure, sugar. Now, how about round two?”
Considering how fast Ville grabbed the lube, I would take that as a yes.
Dawn was still a couple of hours away when I made my way back to the house.
I didn’t think anyone would be awake yet, so even though I wasn’t exactly sneaking, I made sure to be quiet and use the side door, since the front one squeaked.
We also had a doorbell camera—which come to think of it, we’d probably end up with a hell of a lot more cameras before Ville was through—and I knew my dad never silenced the alerts, even when he was sleeping.
Ville and I had managed a few hours of sleep after he fucked me again but I was tired.
And aching in the best possible ways. I winced as I bent to pick up my flip flops, not wanting to leave them by the door.
Then a smile crossed myself as I felt more of Ville leak out.
My underwear was probably a goner, but I didn’t mind. I had plenty.
I walked softly down the hallway, passed the bathroom and my dad’s office and turned toward the stairs when a creak caught my attention. I whipped around to see Bodhi sitting at the table, a tall glass of water in front of him. He was staring directly at me, expression blank.
I frowned. It wasn’t even four a.m. Why was he awake?
“You okay?” I asked quietly.
It took him a few seconds to answer. Then he nodded. “Couldn’t sleep.”
Making a detour, I dropped my flip flops off at the shoe cubby by the front door, then beelined straight for my brother.
My worry was the complete lack of emotion on his face.
There was no tension in his body, but neither was he wholly relaxed.
I took him in, assessing with my doctor brain, rather than my brother brain.