Chapter 48
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
BLAIR
I’m packing a bag for my weekend trip when there’s a knock on my bedroom window. My spine stiffens as I freeze in place, unsure of who the fuck would be standing outside my house and knocking on my window instead of my front door.
The knock sounds again and I slowly walk over to the window to peel back the curtains. My heart hammers in my chest at all the possibilities of the unknown.
“ So fucking stupid!” I whisper to myself. I resemble the dumb girl in the horror movies that everyone yells at to turn around because they’re very clearly doing the wrong thing and setting themselves up to get killed.
I try to slow my breathing as I creep towards the window. I mean, it’s early morning, I’m sure no one is out there. It was probably just the wind or a branch hitting the glass. Convincing myself it was nature and definitely not the knock of a human fist, I draw back the curtain.
My heart practically stops beating when I see the figure of an actual pe rson on the other side. The scream in my throat never makes its way out as the person beyond my window registers as none other than fucking Emmett . Annoyed , I unlock and push up the window.
“ You scared the shit out of me! Why didn’t you go through the front door like a normal fucking person? I’m already yours, do we have to keep up with the creepy stalker vibe?” I question.
The already devilish smirk on his face grows larger as he leans forward, placing his arms on the sill.
“ What fun would that be? I wanted to remind you of the last time I crawled through this window while you slept so peacefully in your bed.”
Heat floods my core at the reminder of the time I woke up with Emmett between my legs.
Shaking my head, I ignore the lustful thoughts and walk away from the window, going back to packing. I can hear him crawl inside behind me and I don’t make it very far before Emmett’s grabbing my neck and pinning me down to the bed. His hands immediately push up the skirt I have on, bunching it at the waist.
“ Emmett ! What are you doing! I have to pack,” his hand lands down hard on my ass making me yelp.
“ Yeah ? Well , I haven’t eaten today and I’m fucking starving. Packing can wait.” He growls while grabbing my panties and ripping them.
The sound of the fabric tearing can be heard vaguely under the gasp that leaves my mouth. The fabric burns as it digs into my skin before it finally gives away and snaps.
“ Emmett ,” I groan. “ I liked those. ”
“ Did you?” He coos, fake sympathy lacing his voice. I give a little nod and turn to look over my shoulder at him. I open my mouth to respond when he shoves them between my lips and clamps his hand overtop. “ Bet you’ll like them even more when I gag you with them.”
With his hand clamped over my mouth, I can’t spit them out and my words become muffled. He takes his foot and kicks my legs open, spreading them. My skirt raises higher.
“ So fucking pretty.” He whispers, using his free hand to run his knuckles down my cheek. When he reaches my neck he grips it, pushing my face into the mattress.
Removing his hands from my mouth and neck, he uses them to grip my hips and pull them upward, forcing me to arch my back. With his hand no longer covering my face, I could easily spit out the underwear inside, but the thought of how depraved the act is brings a fervor to my core. I hear the thud of his knees hitting the floor behind me.
“ Such a delectable little meal you are.” He leans in and inhales, “ Fuck .” I wiggle my hips as my need for him starts to grow. He doesn’t tease me for long because his face is instantly buried between my legs. I let out a moan around my panties as his tongue laps at me.
“ So fucking sweet,” his muffled voice sounds from between my legs, the vibration of it buzzing through me. He brings his tongue to my clit and gives it a firm lick. With the way I’m bent over the bed, he easily has access to all parts of me. He flattens his tongue and drags it from my clit up to my ass, swirling it around the puckered hole.
“ Mmm , fuck. Look at you. Wiggling your hips, trying to get me in deeper.” His hot breath fans against me, making more of my d esire pool out. He pulls back slightly before I feel him spit on my ass. I let out a loud gasp as the feeling of his fingers sliding into both holes at once hits me, and the panties fall out of my opened mouth.
“ E - Emmett ,” I say breathily. He slides inside slowly, letting me adjust to him in both places. After a few moments, he starts to move. With my lower half off the bed and in the air, it allows him room to slide himself underneath me. I feel his mouth attach to my clit at the same time he starts to increase the pumping of his digits.
“ F -fuck. That feels s-so good,” I stutter out as he continues. I feel full. So fucking full.
“ You always take me so well. Do you hear that, little obsession? Do you hear your greedy holes welcoming me?” He increases his speed, the wet, squelching noises grow louder. “ Fucking dripping for me. They know who they belong to.” He murmurs around my clit.
His teeth graze the sensitive bud before he swirls his tongue around it. He wraps his lips around my clit and sucks while his fingers never waver their pace.
“ Oh fuck. Ohhh !” I cry out as pleasure balls inside of me.
“ Lean up and look at me,” Emmett murmurs while continuing to suck my clit into his mouth. I push myself up so I’m basically standing as he sits on the floor, his head resting against my bed. He pulls me back into his mouth as the pace of his digits, pumping in and out, picks up.
“ There you go. Look down. Look at me as I make you fall apart on my tongue.” His words spur me on and my hips seem to have a mind of their own as they buck forward. My moans fill the roo m as Emmett licks and sucks on my clit while fingering both of my holes.
“ Who do you fucking belong to?” He murmurs. I don’t answer right away and he pulls his tongue from the place I need it the most. Turning his head, I cry out as his teeth impale my thigh. “ I said, who do you belong to? Whose are you, little obsession?”
“ Yours !” I gasp out, “ I - I’m yours!”
With his hand that was holding me to his mouth, he reaches up to yank my shirt down, letting my breasts spill free. He grips the flesh roughly before smacking the side of it, making me yelp.
“ You look so fucking beautiful rubbing your wet pussy on my face. Fucking mine.” He groans.
He pinches and tugs on my nipple as my release starts to draw nearer.
“ Look at me as you cum on my tongue, little obsession. Watch who does this to you. Watch who makes you a dripping fucking mess,” he growls. With one hard suck to my clit and a harsh tug on my nipple, I’m coming undone.
My legs shake and tighten around his head while pleasure dances through me. I can feel my walls squeezing his fingers inside both of my holes as he keeps a steady pace. Looking down at him between my thighs, I watch him as he peers up at me while playing with my clit and nipple. The look of him down there, between my thighs, his mouth filled with my pussy, makes my eyes roll as I throw my head back.
My hips jerk as the last remnants of my orgasm run through me. Coming back down from my high, I feel as Emmett removes his mouth from me and pulls out his fingers. I step back slightly and watch as he licks his lips.
“ Fucking delicious.” He smiles.
My eyes widen and then movement lower catches my eye. I look down to see his sweats tented and his cock jerk with a small movement.
“ Don’t worry, baby.” He chuckles. “ This was just for you, my parting gift for your weekend home.”
A blush stains my cheeks as I put my exposed breasts away and push down my skirt, smoothing out the new wrinkles.
“ Parting gift? You act like I’ll be gone forever, Emmett . It’s barely two days,” amusement laces my tone as he frowns up at me from the floor.
“ Definitely forty-eight hours too long.” I smile and shake my head as I finish packing. I should have left by now. Running to my bathroom, I gather all my toiletries I’ll need for the weekend and come back to see Emmett zipping my very much not packed bag up.
“ What’re you doing? I wasn’t done.”
“ I finished packing for you baby, you got a plane to catch. Let’s go.” Grabbing my toiletries, he tosses them inside before zipping the bag the rest of the way closed. Taking hold of my hand, he pulls me to him and places a kiss along my jawline before tugging me out of the room and bringing me to the airport.
Leaving Blackwood this time is bittersweet. I’ll miss Emmett . I know that sounds crazy, but he’s been my rock throughout all of this, my person. The one who sacrificed the air in his lungs to pull me back when I was drowning. So yeah, I’ll miss him even if it’s only two days that we’ll be apart.
At the same time, I’m excited to go home to see my mom, and check on the restaurant. I drag myself from my thoughts as the car pulls up to my family home. Thanking the driver, I get out and grab my bags. I don’t make it a step toward the house before the front door swings open and my mom’s bright smile greets me.
“ Hi hunny! Oooh , I’m so happy you’re back home so soon!” She gushes while rushing to help me carry my belongings. We bring them inside, where I take them to my room and start unpacking. I get side tracked as I’m putting stuff away, when I spot my old apron.
I look at my halfway unpacked bag and decide I can finish the rest tomorrow, or not at all since I won’t be here long. Instead , I want to head out to see the restaurant.
Heading downstairs, I let mom know I’ll be back in a little bit and that I’m taking her car. She hasn’t been back to the restaurant, and I don’t really think she ever will. That’s alright, though. She supports me from afar, and all I need is her support.
When I get there, the restaurant is booming. Cars fill the parking lot and when I get inside, it’s so busy, tears well in my eyes. It looks just as it did when dad was alive and running it. The lively atmosphere brings back the memories of my childhood, running through packed tables and in between bustling waiters. I chuckle thinking about that rambunctious child and how she’s now the owner of this fine establishment.
I make the rounds and say hello to some of the workers I’m familiar with. Checking on some paperwork and financial stuff, it takes a moment before I notice it’s gotten late and I should probably head back home. Stopping in the kitchen, I grab some dinner for me and mom and make my way back to the house.
By the time I get home and our bellies are full, I feel exhausted. I traveled all morning then spent the rest of the afternoon handling the restaurant. Deciding to call it a night, I give mom a hug before heading to my room. She lets me know she’ll be up for a little longer if I get a second wind and decide to come join her.
I’m going through my bag to find my pajamas for the night, when my fingers touch paper. Frowning , I pull the crumpled piece of paper out. I unravel it and my heart thuds out of sync at its contents.
Little Obsession ,
Being away from you is the hardest thing I’ve had to do, but I know you need your time away. I hope everything is running smoothly at the restaurant and your mom is doing alright. Tell her I said hi.
You haven’t left yet, but I miss you so much. Without you, my bed is cold and my heart is numb. I can’t wait to feel the rush of adrenaline a nd love when I finally lay my eyes upon you again.
Thank you for bringing me back to life and showing me the world is a beautiful place to be. I would cease to exist without you.
I love you forever, Blair .
Love , Big Daddy Emmett
I laugh at the signature and think about the night when he saved his number into my phone. All of the in-between moments from then until now replay in my head. We’ve been through so much, more than your average couple. I can’t help but wonder what our life will look like after we leave Blackwood behind.
I hope it’s filled with love, happiness, and healing. I hope we can give our future family a life much different than ours. Thinking of creating a family with Emmett makes me think of the one I also lost. My dad would have been a fantastic grandfather.
I feel a sharp pang in my chest at the realization that he’ll never get to meet his grandchildren. Growing up, I called my grandpa, Pops . I wonder what nickname our child would’ve given my dad.
The hardest part for me to heal from has been the grief of my losses. Not only did I lose a child during this, but I lost a part of myself, too. Parts of myself I’ve been working hard to get back. They might not be the same anymore, the remnants are shattere d and damaged, but that’s okay. I’m not the same naive girl I once was, and it’s all cohesive with the healing and evolving process. What excites me about the future is all I’ll be able to experience once I put my traumatic history behind me.
Closing my eyes, I inhale a deep breath. My hands shake slightly as my anxiety spikes. I think I’m ready to tell my mom. She’s always been my biggest supporter. Even when she couldn’t support herself during dad’s death, we leaned on each other. Changing into my pajamas, I take one more big breath before heading downstairs. She’s still sitting on the couch watching her show as I enter the room.
“ Hey mom? Can I talk to you?” I ask.
It’s hard to hide the fear in my voice, and I definitely can't hide the way my hands tremble as I sit down next to her. Worry is etched on her face as she looks at me.
“ What’s wrong sweetie?” Seeing the concern in her tone and the worry in her eyes, I break. I tell her everything.
With every horrific detail, I watch a piece of her break. Her own hands shake as they hold mine and tears flow down her face.
Telling my mother the truth has left her shattered and in a frenzy, so I decide to stay home a little while longer. Emmett’s been trying to come to New York . His rebuttal to my refusal was that he agreed to a weekend trip, not a week.
I shake my head while a light laugh slips from between my lips, he is so crazy. I wouldn’t be surprised if he were to show up on my doorstep tomorrow morning, but in all honesty, he knows to respect my space for now. As long as I check in with him periodically, we’ll be alright.
In time, we’ll all be alright.