Chapter 43
EMMETT
“Impromptu get-togethers are my favorite thing in the world.”
Darcy’s declaration from her place on the opposite end of the table pulls a few agreeable noises from my teammates as we all dig into our food.
“Hell yes, Darcy Doll.” Raising his fork loaded with salmon pasta, Archer takes a huge bite and sets a kiss against his wife’s cheek.
“Fishy breath!” she guffaws, pink staining the apple of her cheeks.
Sitting at the head of the table, Jack gazes around at his teammates and their girls, a sense of pride filling his expression.
“I know we generally get together after, but I felt like a meal the night before a big game was the right way to go this time.”
Picking up his pint of beer, Sawyer tips his glass at the rest of the table. “I’ll be the first to admit how much I like this idea—more beer for me while you all hit the water and energy drinks.”
From beside Tommy, Jenna shifts uncomfortably in her chair. “And here I was, thinking the sickness bouts had stopped …” She frowns at the huge bowl of pasta set in the center of the table. “Turns out, the smell of salmon can still turn my stomach.”
“You were like that, weren’t you, Princess?” Jensen rubs Kate’s belly. “The smell of meat had you wanting to puke around the clock.”
Collins holds up a hand. “As much as I care for a pregnant friend in need, can we hold all talk around vomit until after we’ve finished eating?”
“I can’t believe you’re still struggling, babe.” Kendra’s soft voice floats toward Jenna. “I thought you’d be well past that by now.”
Jenna huffs out a doubtful breath. “Apparently, this baby is destined to make me sick for the whole nine months.”
Lowering down so only his wife can hear, Tommy whispers something in Jenna’s ear, pulling a dirty giggle from her throat.
“And no filthy talk at the dinner table.” Jack points his knife straight at Tommy. “This is a respectful meal, not an opportunity to get down to it with your woman.”
“Yeah, Tommy.” Archer smirks at his captain. “The time to bang comes after the main course.”
Jack’s knife moves from Tommy to his goalie. “Are you deliberately trying to raise my blood pressure, Moore? Or are you naturally that antagonistic?”
“He’s an opportunist,” I muse, smiling around a mouthful of pasta. “He lives for chances to remind you about how he married your sister.”
Jack just rolls his eyes. “At least nothing ever happened under my own roof.”
Unable to control herself, Darcy bursts out laughing. “That’s what you think, oh brother almighty.”
Jack’s head darts to Kendra, eyes wide in disbelief. “What are they talking about, Kitten?”
“I believe Archer is referring to the first time he hooked up with your little sister.” She points toward the hallway.
Jack jumps to his feet. “Kend, call a realtor. We’re putting the apartment on the market. First thing tomorrow.”
“Don’t be so melodramatic,” Sawyer replies. “You’ve cleaned the sheets, right?”
“Annnd … all of a sudden, I’m not the only one fighting the urge to puke.” Jenna chuckles, dipping her chin at a pale-faced Jack.
“I know what I’ll do, Kend,” Jack mumbles sarcastically to himself, loud enough so the whole table can hear what he must’ve said earlier to his wife. “I’ll drop all my players a last-minute text and cook up a nice meal ahead of tomorrow’s game. No one appreciates me around here.”
“Well, I appreciate you,” Billie confirms, fork circling her dinner, “and this gorgeous meal.”
Kate shakes her head. “Don’t encourage him, Billie. The Morgans are needy enough as it is. I, for one, am just glad we only have to cope with one tonight.”
Sliding my hand under the table, I squeeze Billie’s thigh in my palm, leaning down to whisper into the shell of her ear, “All this talk of hooking up is making me so fucking horny.”
She whips her head around to look at me, eyes wide with shock. “Emmett!”
Her coy response turns me on further. We haven’t had sex since our getaway, and I blame that entirely on our playoffs schedule, plus my hesitancy to push Billie any further than a few dates over the past two weeks.
But there’s only so long I can hold off on putting my hands on this girl, as I’ve come to realize all too well since February.
My hand ascends toward her apex, and instead of stopping me, she opens her legs wider.
“Bad girl,” I softly croon.
Clearing her throat, Billie centers her attention on Kendra. “Your apartment is beautiful. Really homey.”
Jack motions to his wife. “Everything you see is at the hands of my girl. When I moved in, the place had stark white walls and not much else.”
The temptation to let Billie know that she can style my penthouse however she wants when we move in together threatens to spill from my tongue as she finishes up her last mouthful of pasta, a shaky hand replacing her fork on the plate when I dance my fingers higher.
Standing from her chair, Kendra begins collecting dishes from one end of the table, Jack starting on the other.
The table falls into separate conversations, and I take full advantage of the distraction. “Meet me outside the guest room in a couple of minutes.”
Billie shakes her head, although the heat behind her eyes doesn’t match her body language.
I rise from my chair before the tent forming in my pants becomes impossible to hide.
She tracks my movements, tongue sweeping across her bottom lip when her gaze falls to my crotch. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”
Nodding once, I thank Jack and Kendra for a delicious meal before throwing my girl a wink that leaves her in no doubt over what I want for dessert.
Several earth-shatteringly frustrated minutes later, Billie finally emerges at the end of the hallway.
I waste zero time pulling her into a darkened room and softly close the door behind us.
Her eyes sparkle from the moonlight as she gazes up at me, back pressed against the door.
“You’re a bad boy—you know that? Jack will be mad if he discovers what we’re doing while everyone else is in the other room.”
Taking both of her wrists in one hand, I pin them above her head.
I drop a kiss to her collarbone, licking across sensitive flesh. “Is this the point where I’m supposed to pretend like I care what my captain thinks?”
A whimper leaves her throat, and I pop the button on her pants, fingers finding her drenched thong.
“Baby,” I praise, pushing her jeans down so I can gain better access to what I want, “just because I’m a good boy in public doesn’t mean I don’t get the urge to bang my girl on the regular.”
Our mouths meet, tongues tangling in a frenzied kiss that’s been way too long in the making.
Just having Billie here tonight and spending time with a group of people I adore dares me to fall in deeper love with my girlfriend.
“Stay at my place tonight,” I beg like the needy boy I am.
She shakes her head. “Mom is dropping Blake off early in the morning before her shift, and I can’t risk not being back home in time.”
Under any other circumstance, I’d suggest that I drive us both back to Billie’s. But we both know I’d be staying the night, only for the morning to bring an awkward exchange with a woman who can’t stand to even look at me.
I can’t do that to Billie. Things are hard enough right now with her parents.
Like she can read my mind and hates the anguish I’m feeling over what to do next, Billie gazes up at me.
“Fuck me, Emmett. Right here, right now. Fuck me until I’m screaming your name.”
After I release her wrists, my finger presses against her closed lips, the other hand stroking her thong-covered clit.
“As much as I love to hear what I do to you, I really need you to come on my dick in silence.” I tip my head in the direction of the living room, muted voices and laughter filtering through the walls. “We can hear them; they can hear us.”
Interlacing our fingers, I guide my girl to the four-poster bed and lay her down on the duvet, slowly stripping her bare.
When I flick on a side lamp, Billie’s green eyes are almost black as she watches me unloop my belt, unbutton my shirt, and push down my boxer briefs until our clothes are left in random piles around the bed.
“How long do we have?” she whispers as I drop to my knees in front of her, hands wrapped around her upper thighs so I can pull her to the edge of the mattress.
Legs parted, she rests her feet on my shoulders, tiny moans of pleasure filling the room as I push a single finger inside her pussy.
Stealing a taste from my finger, I drag the fist of my other hand from the base to the tip of my cock.
“As long as we want. They’ve likely worked out what we’re doing anyway.”
She sits up on her elbows, watching me eat her cunt and pump my dick in rhythmic motions. “But I thought you wanted me to stay quiet so they wouldn’t hear?”
Ninety percent of the time, Billie acts well beyond her years. But every now and again, her naivete shows, and I’d be a liar to claim that I didn’t eat that shit right up. It’s cute as fuck.
Lifting her into my arms, I walk us across to the wall that adjoins the living room, pressing her back against it as I notch myself at her entrance.
“Hiding the fact that I’m banging the woman of my dreams is not the reason why I asked you to stay quiet,” I confirm, sliding all the way home.
She gasps into my shoulder, and I hold her tiny frame in one arm, freeing up a hand to play with her clit while I take deep strokes inside her pussy.
“Your pleasure is for my ears only, Billie. Every whimper and moan I pull from you belongs to me. Every time you cry my name and beg me to stop because you’re too sensitive to go on—they’re words only I get to witness.”
A second later, she’s coming all over my cock, muted joy tumbling from her lips.
I’m not even close to blowing inside her because I know that the second I do, our alone time will be over. I’m not ready to let her go yet. Basking in Billie is my favorite thing.
“You’re dripping down me, Mama.”
She presses her forehead into mine. “That’s because I’m coming again.”
I know she is. Her tight pussy clamping my cock in a death grip makes it hard to bang her how I want.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. So fucking perfect for me.”
She reaches down between us, cupping my balls in her palm. “Tell me I’m a good girl.”
That praise kink of hers will be the undoing of me. Maybe of us both.
Sliding my finger from her clit to her ass, I pause over her tight hole. “Has my good girl ever been touched here?”
Lust-filled pupils gaze back at me before she whispers, “No.”
This girl is the perfect combination—a level of innocence that drives my inner alpha while her devilish tendencies keep me right on my toes.
Peppering kisses across her jaw, I move us back across to the bed. “Soon, baby. When we don’t have dinner to rejoin and I have you to myself all night”—I crawl on top of her, and we fuck in missionary—“I’ll claim your ass and make it all mine.”
“I’d like that,” she breathes.
Sitting back on my heels, I spread my thighs and pull her into my body.
“I’m never letting you go. Not even when other people tell me to or because they judge us when, really, they don’t understand how much you and Blake light up my goddamn world.”
Lifting up, she lowers herself back over my dick, taking what she wants from my body before a gentle confession makes me the happiest man alive.
“I love you, Emmett. Even if it’s just you, me, and Blake against the rest of the world. I want you to know that I’m here, and I love you.”
The first jets of cum squirt from my dick, filling my girl with warmth.
I’m a trembling mess, shaking beneath the weight of Billie’s last words, when there’s a sharp knock against the bedroom door.
Billie squirms in my arms, her embarrassed groans pulling a deep chuckle from my chest.
“Jack here with a dinner update.” A hesitant, almost-pained British voice echoes from the hallway. “Your dessert is now ruined, and if the same is true about my bedsheets, then I’ll never step foot inside that spare bedroom again.”