Chapter 23
Twenty-Three
DEREK
Derek
If I never have another chance with Emily, I will have tonight. Her warm wet walls swell around my cock.
“Perfect.”
I’m home.
Emily’s small hands grip my ass, sinking me deeper into her. Her mouth latches onto my right nipple and sucks and bites, making me harder than ever. I move faster, and my heart beats wildly against my ribs as it thrums in my ears. The harder I drive into her, the more her body clenches around me.
She’s close.
“Open your eyes,” I grunt. I need her with me. I’ve waited for this since she stood in front of me at Saddles. Who the fuck am I kidding? Since she walked away.
“There you are,” I say when she does what I asked.
Her pupils widen, her sweet body accepts what I give, and she submits to the primal desire between us. Her body softens under me like she’s letting go of her rules and all her reasons for us to not be together. Like an exploding amp, electric sparks fire off from the base of my spine.
“Stay with me.” My chest pinches. Stay with me, I say it for her to keep her gaze with mine for our inevitable climax. Deep in my chest, something slices open, and I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to close it again because it overfills with something dangerous, reminding me of what it feels like to hope.
“Yes.” Her answer is soft, broken by her stuttered breath. A tear slips from her eye. I kiss it away and angle my hips so I hit her spot, and she shudders under me. Her body closes in on mine, and I follow her into oblivion as our orgasms peak and everything goes white.
My arms and legs wobble from the powerful release. I dump my exhausted body next to hers. With little strength remaining, I bring her limp body to my side, and she rests her head on my biceps. I sift my fingers through her long, soft hair.
My mind clears of all the clutter of today, of our past, and as my breathing evens out, I can’t help but relax with Emily next to me.
She snuggles closer and her hand rests over my heart. “That was… it was…”
“Explosive?”
“Incredible.” She kisses my pec, and I can barely move. “It was different.”
Different? “How?”
She curls deeper into me. “You’re more experienced.”
I keep my eyes on the vaulted ceiling as my fingers thread through her hair. I couldn’t even remember any other woman before tonight. If I could, I’d trade every single one of them for the one next to me. Having more sexual partners makes me more experienced, but does it matter when it comes to Emily? Does it bother her? I turn my head to face her. “I studied every single magical spot on your body. It gives me an advantage.”
A frown appears and disappears. “That was a long time ago.”
“Didn’t forget.” I squeeze her into me. “Plus, tonight’s still young.”
She slaps at my chest. “If you’re boasting, sign me up.”
“Are those angels singing?” I look up at the ceiling as if I were looking for actual angels. She rolls onto her back, and I cover her body with mine. “Give me half an hour, and I’m back in business.” I jump up and walk into the bathroom to take care of the condom.
She laughs, laying on her back, and it’s the most perfect night ever. When I come back, I cover her in kisses until I’m ready for another round.
“Good morning.” My splayed fingers work through the strands of her soft hair twisting the ends.
After hours of making love to Emily, I should be a pile of mush next to her. Instead, my neck and jaw are stiffer than my cock last night, because I have to dash out to a meeting in less than ten minutes. After she fell asleep, who knows what time it was, but daylight threatened its return, I lay on my back with my arm around her and stared at the ceiling, praying this gift would last. I repeated two words like a mantra.
Please stay.
As I watch her come out of her sleep, I’m certain there’s a higher realm.
Please let her stay.
Emily raises her arms over her head in a full-body stretch. Her curves shift under the linens. The sheet falls away, revealing the top of her breasts. I should skip the meeting. But my stupid sense of responsibility won’t let me.
“I have to head out for a bit, angel.” I kiss her cheek. The warmth of sleep, her sex-messed hair, and her perfume are too strong of a temptation for a weak man like me.
Her drowsy eyes and satisfied smile skim over me. “You’re dressed.”
“Aiden called a meeting.”
Of their own will, my fingers sketch the image of her heart above her left breast. “I picked up some coffee and a few pastries from the spot around the corner.”
“Mmm, bring them to me.” She shimmies up on the bed, resting against the headboard. “I don’t think I can walk.”
If I leave any later, I will be late to Tyler’s house where this mystery meeting is happening. I lean down and touch my lips to hers, fighting the urge to crawl into bed and slip inside her. I grab the coffee and croissant from the kitchen island and set them on the bedside table. “Stay in bed as long as you want. I’ll grab our things from the hotel and be back within the hour.”
She sips on her coffee and hums. “Yummy. Thank you. I need some clothes.”
I point to the foot of the bed where I placed a tee shirt and shorts with a drawstring that might fit her. “You can wear those for now.”
“Maybe I’ll stay naked in your bed until you come back.” She walks her fingers over my forearm, following their movement with her eyes and a wicked smile.
I groan and pull out my phone. “No one will care if I’m not there.”
Emily’s hand lands over the phone. “They will, and you’re the heart of the band, go.”
My hand goes to my chest. She’s being sweet. “You’re biased. You’re on an oxytocin high.”
She sets the coffee down, fists her hand in my shirt, and pulls me down until I have to extend my arms to stop me from landing on her. I drop to my forearms on either side of her head. “I’m sore from riding a big dick, and I’m high from all the orgasms.”
I bury my grin in the crook of her neck and inhale. Some Emily for the road.
She drapes her arms around me. I kiss her, letting my weight rest over her with the sheet between us. She slides her thighs out from under me. My cock presses against my jeans. I smatter her neck with kisses. She moans. “Make me come before you leave.”
“Christ, Emily.” I get up and rip the sheet away. My eyes feast on every tempting golden curve lingering on the marks around her hips from carrying our son. “We have to be quick.”
“Then you better make it good, cowboy.”
Her hands work the button of my jeans while I whisk my shirt off. Spotting an unopened condom wrapper on the nightstand, I tossed it at her. “Put it on me.”
She shoves the jeans and briefs to my thighs. Her warm hand wraps around my fully erect cock, giving it a tug that has my eyes rolling back. With a wicked glint in her eyes, she scoots forward on her knees and holds my cock to her mouth. She licks the bead of precum, and I groan. I wrap the long strands of her hair around my fist and pull. Emily’s eyelids flutter. With my free hand, I guide the head of my cock into her mouth. Her wet and welcoming heat is too much. I slide all the way in, and like a good girl, she swallows all of me.
Hanging on to her hair, I hold her head in place while I slip in and drag myself out of her mouth. Her eyelids half close as she whines. “Open wider, angel.”
She moans and does as I ask. I push farther than before. Her eyes water as she breathes through her nose sending a fucking shiver down my spine. “Good girl.”
She’s fucking perfect.
Her chest heaves with short breaths. She moans with need and drops her hand between her legs. Fuck this. If she’s coming, she’s coming with me inside her.
I release her hair, withdraw from her, and remove the rest of my clothes while she opens the wrapper. I take the condom from her and roll it on. “On your back.”
“Please.” She breathes as she lays down, knees wide with her wet little pussy open for me.
I climb until my face is above hers and slide my cock into her.
“Oh, god, yes,” Emily cries out as her body tightens around me. So hot and welcoming. I’ll never stop wanting to come home to her.
Please stay .
I lace our fingers together and set our hands next to her head while my mouth travels to a pebbled nipple. She tastes like a night of lovemaking mixed with the scent of my sheets, a heady combination making my cock swell inside her. I bite the bud, and she moans.
Her body clamps down around my dick. Her heels dig into my hamstrings. I snake a hand between us and work her swollen clit.
“Yessss,” Emily cries as her muscles spasm around me, and my balls draw up, my cock is steel, and fuck, I might burst from the pressure. She moans and arches her back as her orgasm hits, accelerating mine.
“You’re fucking incredible when you come.” I push in all the way. My thighs are about to cramp as I spill into her, filling the room with a roar, and I’m surprised the windows don’t shatter. My body doesn’t stop; spurt after spurt, I release all of me into her.
Her legs drop away like a rose losing its petals.
I collapse on top of her, my legs devoid of their strength. “Beautiful.”
Her fingernails trace a line down my back. “You’re really late to your meeting.”
“Fuck the meeting. Never leaving the warmth of your body,” I mumble into her shoulder. My dick has no problem spending the rest of the day basking in the sweet soaking heat of Emily. I could live here forever.
A contented sigh escapes her. “Hear that?”
“Only my heart trying to beat normal and my lungs trying to recover air.”
“No, that.” I’m too drained to lift my head, but I do so enough to see her flushed face. Her eyes fixate on the ceiling. “Silence. No one is screaming they are hungry and lost their Boba Fett or ladybug costume.”
“Only adult costumes and toys allowed here.”
Her eyes land on mine. “I still miss them. ”
I rise up on my elbows, saving the last ounce of energy to make it to the car. “I miss them, too.” Who knew four weeks would be more than enough for James and Victoria to become a part of my life, only second to their mother. Knowing I need to leave now or I’ll get reamed, I pull out to dispose of the condom.
The tip of the rubber flops to the side completely empty. “Aw, fuck.”
“What?” Emily’s question is lazy like she’s too exhausted to care.
“I’ll take care of you, whatever you want,” I blurt out, running through the different options if my boys decide for a second time to defy contraceptives.
“What are you talking about?”
Emily’s brows pinch at the same time I catch my seed coming out of her.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. “I’m sorry?—”
“Fucking kidding me.” She bolts out of the bed, moving to the bathroom too fast for me to help.
What are the damn odds of her getting pregnant again? She’s on birth control, but there’s nothing left in the condom. The shower turns on. I sit at the edge of the bed, the ripped condom still on me, and I’ll have to wash up elsewhere since I heard the lock click.
The odds are slim of a repeat, right? The timing would suck. Would it? Emily and I aren’t new to each other. What would it be like to experience what I missed out on with James? With a boy or girl? One Emily and I could both welcome.
Focus.
After I clean up in the kitchen, I return to the bedroom. The shower is off. I tap on the door. She doesn’t answer. “I’ll pick up lunch on my way back.”
The deafening silence in the room grows until she opens the door with her wet naked body wrapped in a towel. “I can do it myself. I need my stuff.”
“Angel, I’ m sorry.”
She crosses her arms. “I’m not mad at you. I can’t do this again.”
“Get knocked up again? Or get knocked up with my kid again?”
Her eyes widen. “No.”
“Never?” Why was that what came out of my mouth?
Emily huffs as she pushes past me to where I left my clothes for her. “I’m not having this conversation.”
I jerk like she’s slapped my soul.
She unfolds the tee shirt and covers herself before dropping the towel. The hem ends at mid-thigh. She’s so damn sexy. My cock perks up. The trouble maker likes her fired up, too.
I grab at my clothes on the floor and tug my limbs through them. “You didn’t answer. Are you not getting knocked up by me and you’re never having this conversation with me? Or is it me and all other men?”
“What does it matter?” She walks out of the room toward the kitchen.
“Careful,” I remind her as she nears the scene of the crime by the island in her bare feet. There might be something we missed.
Emily stops and slips on her boots. Her in my tee shirt and boots is a vision I’ll remember forever.
My heart pounds against my chest like a war drum.
“I want more.” It’s like someone else is talking, but it sounds like me. “And I want it with you. It’s always been you.”
Emily’s eyes widen as if assessing how unhinged I may be. She opens her mouth, and my phone rings.
“You’re late,” Emily says, dropping onto the couch and crossing her arms. “I’ll be here. No where to go. Willing my egg to reject your sperm.”
If my mind weren’t reeling from her reaction, I’d think she was making a joke.
I grab my keys and wallet and head out the door, praying like heck she’ll be here when I return.