Chapter 13
Onyx
It’s been a couple of days since we talked to the PA.
Me and Emily have found our groove. We run in the morning to get our blood circulating, grab a shower, and eat breakfast at the clubhouse before heading to the office.
She works on organizing and archiving the club’s paperwork and managing our three club businesses.
Then in the evening, we either cook in my suite, have dinner with my folks at the family table, or grab some food at the bar.
I can’t wait to put this whole mess with Brennan behind us so we can go out more.
There are a million things I like to do with Emily that I know she would love.
This evening, we’re having drinks in the bar.
I just finished teaching Emily how to shoot pool.
She’s a fast learner. Right now, she’s sitting beside me, sipping her drink like a lady.
Her shoulders brush mine every so often when she leans close to make a point.
It has been a long day, and my Emily deserves to have a relaxing evening.
Mica comes in through the side door. He catches sight of us and comes straight towards us. The expression on his face tells me he’s not joining us to socialize. He gestures to the bartender to bring him a drink and drops down in the chair directly across from us.
He looks at me, then at Emily, then back to me again. “They took that stupid fucker, Brennan, off house arrest.”
I let loose with a string of curses under my breath. When I slam my glass down on the table, whiskey sloshes over my knuckles. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”
Mica shakes his head. “The judge signed off on it earlier this afternoon. The fuckin’ judge cited good behavior, no prior convictions, and his history of being an upstanding member of the community prior to being arrested. Tell me, does that make any kind of sense to you?”
Anger surges in my chest. My hand curls against the edge of the table and it’s all I can do not to pitch it across the damn room.
“I can’t believe after all the trouble we went through to find that asshole and deliver him to the Cedar Falls PD, they are just going to let him run around the community until his trial starts.
That fucking judge should be ashamed of himself, but I know he’s not. ”
“Justice, if the perp is rich and well connected, in this town is virtually nonexistent.” I turn towards Emily without thinking, already ready to pull her into a much-needed hug. She’s frozen in place with the glass halfway to her lips.
“Em,” I say, gentling my voice.
She doesn’t answer, nor does she look at me. She does set her glass down and fold both her arms across her stomach. It’s a pose that makes her look particularly vulnerable.
Mica finishes his whiskey in one long drink and eases his glass down onto the table. He’s not sure what’s going on with Emily and doesn’t want to trigger a bad response out of her.
Pushing himself up from the table, he tells me quietly, “I’m gonna go loop the guys into this latest development.”
I nod, but my attention is locked on Emily. I’ve seen her scared. I’ve seen her angry. This is different. She’s pulling inward, and I don’t like this one little bit.
I turn fully towards Emily, my body angling in without crowding her. My arm slides along the back of her shoulders, resting there. “Hey,” I say softly. “Talk to me, Em.”
It takes her a moment to organize her thoughts and then she explodes.
“I knew it,” she says. “I knew this would happen. It’s obvious that Brennan is a danger.
His girlfriend went missing, and they had enough evidence to arrest him.
Then he broke into my home and held me hostage.
Nothing about that screams upstanding member of the community to me. ”
The anger in her voice gets to me. I hate that this is how she has to learn the system bends for men like him.
I hate that all the careful steps we took still weren’t enough to keep his ass in jail where he belongs.
I lean in just enough that she knows I’m there.
“He’s not gonna come near you. I’ll see to that my damn self. ”
A long silence spins out between us. The club brothers all begin to wander off, some with club girls at their sides. That’s my cue that the night is turning into the wee hours of the morning.
She hasn’t said much since we got the news.
All I get is the occasional murmur in response to whatever half-hearted joke I throw her way.
She’s definitely preoccupied with her own thoughts.
She’s also taking this pretty hard for a woman currently living in the protective cocoon that’s the Sons of Rage MC.
She can’t actually think this man can get to her on my watch.
I move closer, wrapping one arm around her and drawing her close. “Don’t worry about that asshole,” I say, keeping my voice low and steady. “There is no way in hell he can get to you. And if he doesn’t get convicted, I’ll take care of the sick fucker myself.”
She turns towards me and her expression slowly turns relieved. For a moment she just stares at me. However, she doesn’t speak. Instead, she leans in and one hand settles against my chest. To my surprise, her mouth finds mine. Her kiss is soft and unhurried.
My arms come up around her and I kiss her back.
I couldn’t stop myself if I tried because this kiss is everything in my world right now.
It takes a long time for my brain to catch up to the fact that I’m actually kissing Emily.
When she finally pulls back, I’m shocked at how profound it was.
Her eyes slide away as she gets up and starts heading for our suite.
We don’t talk when we leave the bar. We don’t need to. As we stand, her hand finds mine. The next thing I know, we’re walking hand in hand like teenagers.
Once we’re inside, she turns towards me as I close the door. There’s something in her eyes that tells me this isn’t adrenaline or loneliness filling the space between us.
“I want your emotions and your dick,” she murmurs, and something about hearing her say that makes my cock twitch with interest.
I reach for her, giving her every chance to stop me. Of course, she doesn’t stop me. It’s because she wants me as much as I want her.
Her hands slide up my chest, into my hair, and the moment I bend over, she’s kissing me again.
Her kisses are deeper this time, and she seems more sure of herself.
Our lips barely break as we start pulling off our clothing.
Her shirt comes off first, then mine. She watches me undress with admiring eyes.
She lingers over every scar, tattoo, and imperfection, growing ever more interested with each piece of clothing that comes off my body.
When she touches me, her hands are soft and delicate, raising goosebumps everywhere she touches.
I lift her into my arms and carry her to my bed.
The moment her feet leave the floor, she wraps her legs around my waist and starts kissing me again.
And I’m not a fuckin’ fool, so I welcome every gesture of desire she gifts me with. This is my Emily after all.
I press her back against the bed and pull off the silk panties that barely cover what I want to see, touch, and taste.
Then I get to work figuring out what she likes.
First, I use my tongue to tease her clit.
I quickly discover she likes tight circles around her clit.
That drives her absolutely mad with pleasure.
Trying not to seem proud, I make her come twice on my tongue before even thinking about using my cock on her.
This is my first time with her, and I want to make sure it is one to remember.
I can tell when she’s had enough because she tangles her hands in my hair and pulls me up. That little bite of pain suits me fine. In fact, it spikes my arousal.
I come up and brace myself on one arm over her and run my fingers through her hair. “How are you holding up to sex with a brother from Sons of Rage MC?”
She laughs and smacks me on the chest. “I’m holding up just fine. You don’t waste any time, do you?”
I shake my head. “Nope. I’ve been wanting to taste you for a nice long time, Em. Never thought I’d get the chance. So, when it presented itself, I didn’t waste the opportunity.”
She leans up and kisses me again, whispering, “You have a talented tongue.”
“I’ve got a talented cock too, if you ever want to try it out.”
She immediately wraps her legs around me. “I’m not down for the count yet.”
For me, this isn’t just sex. It’s years of confused feelings and slowly building desire.
At first, we were friends when we were young, but somewhere along the way I began to develop deeper feelings for her.
It took me a long time to realize the nature of those feelings had turned romantic.
Seeing her when she returned from college did it.
I can almost remember when it happened, when I became obsessed with the girl next door.
All these thoughts swarm around in my head as I kiss her and give each pert breast the attention it deserves. By the time I’ve finished sucking her nipples into points and made her sopping wet for me, I’m hard as an iron bar. But I still have more work to do before Emily can take my thick cock.
I use my fingers to gently stretch her open. My Emily is no virgin, but she’s clearly not accustomed to taking a cock the size of mine either. By the time I think she’s ready for me, she’s practically begging for my cock.
I press myself into her body and keep going until I bottom out.
If my Emily can feel the burn, she doesn’t complain.
Instead, she scrapes her nail gently up and down my back and whispers encouraging words into my ear.
I find her g-spot and make sure to hit it with each stroke, causing her to become more vocal.
I do everything I can to please her because she deserves all the pleasure I can manage to give her.
She comes without warning, clamping down on my cock so hard it’s almost painful.
She comes all over my cock and just keeps coming for what seems like forever.
And I love it. Nothing makes me happier than pleasing my Emily.
When she’s spent, it only takes me three more strokes before I’m coming inside her, filling her to the brim with my heat.
She gladly takes every bit I have to offer and then curls into my chest without a word.
I wrap my arms around her, making sure she feels loved and appreciated.
I love the way she feels in my arms. She fits against me like she was made to be there. I kiss the top of her head, keeping my hand at the small of her back, and I don’t let go. Strangely, I don’t see myself ever being able to let her go. Not tonight. Not ever.