Chapter 24 – Emmett
Chapter Twenty-Four
EMMETT
“Y ou’re evil inside and out. You’re the devil.”
The voice shocks me, and my eyes immediately fly open. The light comes into the room from the windows as my breathing is coming in pants. My eyes are unfocused with sleep as I close them and then open them again, trying to get them to focus and my breathing under control. My body has a sheen of sweat all over, and my heart is beating what feels like out of my chest. I close my eyes one more time and then open them when I feel her move beside me. She snuggles closer to me, her heat fighting away the nightmare I just fought back. I look down and see her hair across my chest, and I put my head back and look up at the ceiling.
I count to ten slowly in my head as I try to control my breathing, Lilah’s voice in my head instead of the other one. “Who else’s would I be?” It beats it back, beats back the poison that is inside me. “You own me, Emmett. All of me is yours.” It pushes it down to the pit of my stomach. “It’s always been yours. Now take what’s yours.” My eyes close, and all I see is Lilah. All I can hear is her voice, calling my name over and over again.
My breathing finally evens out when I feel her stir from beside me. My eyes open as I turn to look at her. “Good morning,” she mumbles, and instead of rolling away from her, I turn into her.
“Morning.” I turn to my side as her naked chest presses against mine, taking in all of her heat. She presses even closer to me, moaning as she hitches her leg over my hip, and if I wanted, all I’d need to do is thrust my hips up, and I’d be buried inside her. “How did you sleep?” I rub my fingertips up and down her naked back.
“Amazing.” She moves her head back and kisses my neck. It’s a soft kiss. It shouldn’t wake me up like it does. It shouldn’t make my heart skip a beat. It shouldn’t make me want what I can’t have, but with Lilah, I’ve come to understand she makes me want it all even though I know I can’t have it all. “Better than I’ve ever slept in my whole life.” She looks up at me. “How did you sleep?”
“You hog the bed,” I joke with her, knowing deep inside having her tucked to my side all night long was everything I’ve dreamed it would be, if not better. Actually, scratch that; it was what heaven would be like if I ever made it there. “And you snore.”
She gasps as I chuckle silently. “I do not snore, do I?” She fights to get away from me, but I tighten my hold on her.
“It’s not like deep,” I say, “it’s soft.”
“You are lying, Emmett,” she accuses me, and I roll her over to her back. Her legs open for me as she hitches both legs around my hips. “You are lucky I like you.”
“Am I?” I ask as I hold myself up on my elbows and surround her head with my hands. I rub her nose with mine, and her hair is all over my pillow. She rubs my ribs with her hands. “How lucky am I?”
She looks into my eyes, and I hope I’m hiding how much she means to me. If not for me, then at least for her. “So lucky.” She smirks. “The luckiest.”
“Get a condom,” I say even though I vowed after the last time it would be the last. She arches her back as she twists to the side as I sit back on my feet. I watch her grab a condom from the side table that holds the box I got over a year ago and never opened. She comes back with the silver packet in her small hand. “Put it on me,” I urge her and watch her eyes light up. I watch as she tears open the top of the packet and then takes out the condom. She grips my cock in her hand, and I almost hiss as I watch her hands shake a bit as she puts the condom on the tip of my cock and then rolls it down. Once it’s all the way down to the base of my cock, she kisses the middle of my chest before she lies back down and opens her legs for me. “You ready for me?”
“Always.” She reaches to grab my cock with one hand, pulling me to her as she rubs it up and down her slit, and her hand moves when the tip of my cock is at her entrance.
“You going to watch?” I ask, and her eyes go to where I move my hips a bit more as the tip of my cock disappears inside her. Fuck, it’s like I’m literally in fucking heaven as my eyes go to where my cock slides into her.
“So fucking tight,” I grind between clenched teeth as I try not to lose it and just slam into her.
“Emmett,” she says when I bury myself into her, “more.” She moves her hips up and moves her legs back, allowing me to slide into her deeper. “Hmmm,” she moans, “like that.”
I pull out to the tip and then slide back into her. “More,” she pants out, “and harder.”
“No,” I deny her as I move in and out of her slowly. “Want to savor this.”
“You said that last night when I was on top of you.” Her hips thrust up to meet me. “Harder, Emmett.” Her hands grip my biceps, her nails pinching into my skin. “Please,” she says softly.
“Anything,” I finally agree, pulling out and slamming back into her. “For you, fucking anything.” I don’t stop. Instead, my thrusts are long and hard. Every time I slam into her, she moans, and her pussy squeezes me even more. “Fucking anything.” My forehead sits on hers as she closes her eyes and arches her back. Her pussy grips my cock so tight it’s a wonder I can even pull out, but it’s enough that I’m chasing my own release.
One of her hands goes to my cheek as her mouth swallows my groan, her tongue sliding into my mouth.
She meets my thrust with her hips until I bury myself in her, and all I can do is hold on to the feeling as I feel myself come inside of the condom. I collapse on her, and her legs and arms tighten even harder around me. I close my eyes as I bury my face in her neck, smelling her and wanting to remember this moment for the rest of my life.
“I have to get rid of the condom,” I say as my heart starts to come back to its normal pace. Her hold lessens as her legs fall from my hips and her arms fall to the sides. I get up on my elbows and I tell myself not to make eye contact with her, but my heart is another story. This has been what it’s been wanting for fucking ever. She smiles at me, and I can’t help but bend my head to lightly brush her lips with mine before I roll off the bed. Don’t look back , my head screams at me. My head turns immediately to look over my shoulder at her in the middle of my bed. Her back arches as her legs stretch out in front of her, and her arms go over her head as she stretches.
“You going to go get rid of that condom”—she smirks at me as she turns on her side—“or you going to keep staring at me?”
“I’m going to get rid of the condom,” I mumble and start to walk to the bathroom. I dispose of the condom before turning the water on at the sink. I extend my hands on the counter, my head hanging down as I close my eyes. “ Everything that comes to you will eventually turn to evil because that is what you are. ” The voice comes roaring back, and I’m so lost in the thought of fighting it back that I don’t feel her walk in until she’s wrapping her arms around my waist and kissing my back.
“I’m going to take a shower.” She walks over to the shower and opens the glass door. Exactly like she did last night after rounds one and two. “Then I’m going to get dressed and go for a ride.”
“I’ll start breakfast.” I look at her in the mirror as she pins her hair on top of her head. She steps into the shower, and I watch her hold out her hand for the stream of water.
“If you’re going to just stand there staring, might as well join me.” She looks into the mirror at me.
“Eggs or pancakes?” I ask, and she smiles at me. A smile that can cut you down at the knees. A smile I’ve now got locked away in my head for the years to come after I walk away from her. A smile that, in the last hours of my life, I’ll search for to bring me to that peace.
“Whatever you want,” she replies, and I nod and walk out, going to my closet and grabbing a pair of boxers out of the drawer before going to the bedside table and grabbing a condom.
“I’m going to hell anyway.” I toss my boxers on the bed and then head back into the bathroom.
It’s much later when I’m finally walking into the kitchen. Boxers are on. My hair is slowly drying since it only got a bit wet because she did the riding, and her back was to the rain shower. The coffee has been started. When I’m grabbing the pans, I see her walk out of my bedroom with a towel wrapped around her hair and another around her body. She walks to the other end of the house, where her clothes are.
My stomach tightens when I watch her walk to her clothes instead of having her clothes in my closet, which would not be a good idea at fucking all.
I’m plating the eggs when she comes back out, and she’s wearing black jeans and a white T-shirt tucked in the front of the jeans. But now that I’ve seen her naked, all I can see is her without her clothes on. Which makes my dick hard and makes me want to drag her to the counter and fuck her again and again and again. “Smells good,” she notes, walking closer to me, playing with her hair, and I see she’s braiding it on the side. “Really good.” She looks over my shoulder and puts her hands on my hips as she peeks. “What can I do to help?”
“You can take your hands off of me, or else you’ll be down on your knees with my cock in your mouth,” I retort. I look over my shoulder at her and feel her hand tighten around my waist. “Fuck, you want that, don’t you?”
“I wouldn’t say no”—she kisses me again on my back by my shoulder blade—“but I have to get going.”
“Going?” I ask in shock and look over to see it’s just after eight. “Where the fuck are you going?”
“I have to get a ride in.” She walks to grab a glass of water. “Then I called Charlie and asked if I can do my homework at the office.”
“You can do it here,” I say, and she smiles.
“I don’t want Lucy and you to go around whispering and stuff. It’s just easier this way.” She looks at the plate, grabbing the one with less food on it before walking over to the kitchen table and sitting in the same seat she sat in when we had dinner. “I’ll be back for dinner, I think, not sure.”
“You are going to have to eat,” I snap, thinking about her being gone all day long and not knowing when she’ll be coming back.
“I’ll make do.” She shrugs. “Won’t be my first time. But it’s a big project, and I need to focus.”
I don’t say anything else to her, afraid I’ll make her do something she doesn’t want to do, and then her whole future will be fucked up because of me. I sit with her. “I’ll stop by for lunch and see you.”
“Okay. Um,” she starts, and I look up at her, not liking the way she said um. “This is a little bit of a ‘what happens now’ sort of conversation that I don’t want to have, but I feel like we should.”
“Okay.” I scoop up eggs as I wait for her to finish.
“What are you going to tell Lucy?” she asks, and I’m happy it’s about Lucy and not the “now that we’ve fucked, what happens next?”
“Not sure yet,” I reply honestly, and she just nods. “I’ll let you know when I talk to her.”
She picks up her empty plate and walks it to the kitchen. “Leave it, I’ll clean up. You go do your things.”
“You sure?” She looks at the kitchen, and I nod. “See you later,” I say from the table, watching her, waiting to see if she’ll come over and give me a kiss. Wanting her to come and give me a kiss, but knowing it’s better if she doesn’t. She starts walking toward the door and then looks over her shoulder at me as I stare at her ass. “Thank you”—she smirks—“for breakfast and for?—”
“The orgasms?” I try to joke with her.
“Especially for those.” She shakes her head and walks out the door, and my lips miss her. I don’t have time to think about rushing after her when my phone rings from somewhere in the house, and it’s Lucy telling me she’s on her way home.
I’m putting on my boots when the doorbell rings, and I open it to see Brock there with Saige and Lucy. “Hey,” he says, giving me a chin lift.
“Hey,” I reply to him and then look down at Lucy, who looks exhausted. “How was last night?”
“I think they slept for maybe an hour and a half. They were watching movies all night, no matter how many times I told them to turn the television off.”
I grab the bag from Lucy. “No worries,” I say, looking at her. “Thanks for having her. Next time Saige can come over here.”
The two girls squeal, and I close my eyes, listening to Brock laugh. “You did it to yourself.”
“I’m learning,” I tell him as he says goodbye to Lucy, and he and Saige head to his truck.
“Okay, let’s go.” I dump the bag at the door, and she looks over at me. “I’m taking you riding.”
Her eyes go wide, and gone is the sleep that was just in them. “Who am I going to ride?” she asks as we walk out and head toward the barn my horse is in.
“Do you have a horse you want to ride?” I ask as we walk into the barn, and I head to the stall where my horse is.
“A calm one,” she says. “One that won’t be mad.”
“Well then, I have the perfect one for you,” I assure her, walking to the stall next to my horse, and there she is. Ready to be ridden since I sent Bobby a message before.
“Is that Rosy?” Lucy asks, and I nod. Her mouth opens in shock. “And I get to ride her?”
“She’s yours,” I inform her, and her eyes go even bigger. “From now on, she’s only yours.”
“Oh my goodness,” she murmurs, walking to the stall. “Rosy, you are mine.” She holds out her hand, just like Lilah showed her.
“Let’s get you on her,” I say and walk out of the barn with her reins in my hand and Lucy on the other side of me. “Okay, I’m going to put you on her, and once you are on, you have to grip the horn,” I say. She nods at me as I pick her up by her waist and place her on the saddle. Her giggle makes me smile like I don’t think I’ve ever smiled before. “Okay, we are going to walk with her so you can get a feel of her.” I hand her the reins. “If at any time you want her to stop, you pull back.”
“I know,” she replies as if she’s been on a horse before. “I watched Lilah do it,” she says; of course, she would watch Lilah ride.
“We aren’t riding like Lilah right now,” I remind her. “She’s been riding horses since she was five years old. You need a little more practice before becoming as good as her.”
“Got it,” she says. “Okay, Rosy, we are going to go for a little walk.” She does exactly like Lilah would do, and I can’t help but smile as she continues telling her what’s going to happen.
I walk beside the horse. “So, speaking about Lilah,” I say, trying to come up with the words, “she’s going to be staying with us for a bit.”
“Oh, yeah,” she replies, looking down at Rosy. “Okay.”
That’s it? That’s all she’s going to say? “We don’t know for how long.”
“Okay,” she says again, unfazed.
“You have anything to ask me?” I look at her, waiting.
“Yeah,” she answers, and I’m waiting for her to ask me if I like Lilah. If Lilah is going to be sleeping in my bed. But instead, I see her fighting not to smile. “When can I go fast”—I groan—“like Lilah?”