Chapter 46
EMMETT
Stepping into the elevator, we ascend to my penthouse in silence, Billie wearing a fake smile as she tries to hide her pain from the exchange with Scott.
She doesn’t want to give me the details, for fear of making me feel worse when nothing could hurt me more than knowing that my girl is upset.
As Blake happily snores away in her stroller, I reach behind Billie and hit Stop on the elevator.
Her eyes grow wide. “What are you doing?”
Moving into her space, I plant my hands on her hips and brush my nose across hers.
“Even if it’s just you, me, and Blake against the world and for the rest of time, I love you.” I whisper a similar sentiment to the one she gave me in Jack and Kendra’s spare bedroom.
I’m tempted to ask her all about what Scott said, but truthfully, I don’t think she wants to revisit it, and I don’t see how hearing his words of rejection will help to heal the invisible wounds of our friendship.
My face might be fully healed, but it’s going to take a whole lot more than arnica cream and Steri-Strips to mend the internal traumas we’re all still living with.
Billie’s shoulders drop an inch, and I cover her mouth with mine, taking the kiss deeper in a bid to drive home my love for her.
When we come up for air, we’re both breathless, and I’m desperate to get her in my bed.
“You wanted to talk about financial stuff.”
I kiss her once more. “I do. But I have a surprise for you first.”
Her eyes narrow, as she’s wary about surprises. “Wait. Are we talking a good surprise?”
Nodding my head from side to side, I hit the Stop button again to set the elevator going. “I guess that all depends on whether or not you like what I’ve done with the place.”
Her confused expression doesn’t last long as the doors open to reveal a completely different living and kitchen space from the one Billie saw last time she visited my penthouse.
Hands in front of her mouth, she takes a few steps out of the elevator and slowly turns around in my new living area.
“Oh my God, Emmett!” she squeals. “The contrasting blues and golden accents are just …”
Racing over to the kitchen, she smooths a palm over deep blue cabinets, and happy tears fill her eyes as I release the brake on Blake’s stroller and wheel her into the penthouse.
“I … I don’t even know what to say.”
Wetness glides down her cheeks as she heads into my living room and takes in the pictures of me and Blake on the carousel at Luna Park. There’s three in total, all in huge frames and hanging above a new powder-blue corner couch—something the interior designer said was “so on point right now.”
Coming to stand behind Billie, I wrap my arms around her waist and rest my chin over her shoulder, gazing up at Blake’s delighted beam.
“She was in fits of giggles in that one,” I say, pointing to the middle image. “You caught her just right.”
“They’re truly stunning.” My girlfriend’s voice is full of wonder.
I turn her in my hold, looping my hands under her ass. She wraps her legs around my waist, hands secured tightly at the nape of my neck.
“Did you have the whole place renovated?”
I nod. “Even the bath towels match.”
Throwing her head back, she laughs out loud, and, fuck, could I play that sound on repeat for the rest of my life.
Even better, I pray that I get to hear it live until the day I leave this earth.
“Want to see my favorite room?” I ask.
Billie casts a hand around the open-plan space. “I’m not sure you could top this, to be honest.”
Walking us down the hallway, which has been finished in a similar style to the living area, I depress a door handle with my elbow and ask Billie to flick the light switch directly in front of her.
“Holy … moly.” Both hands cover her face, and I pull her closer to my body when she forgets that she needs to hold on to my neck.
“What do you think?”
Billie presses her lips together, more tears emerging. “I think this is every little girl’s dream.”
Cotton-candy pink, lacy ruffles. A huge dollhouse, complete with all the furniture Blake could ever want when she’s old enough to play with it.
Books and sensory games are scattered across a soft pink rug, ready for her to explore, and in the center of the room sits a crib, which is small enough for Blake now, but big enough for her to grow into.
“Emmett …” Billie casts her eyes up to the golden stars painted on the bedroom ceiling. “They’re beautiful.”
I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. All I want is to be around my favorite girls twenty-four/seven.
“They illuminate in the dark. So, when Blake’s falling asleep, they’re the last thing she’ll see and the first image she’ll wake up to.”
Memories of the first time I woke to Billie’s face were the reason behind that idea. Everyone should open their eyes to something beautiful each morning.
“I want our baby girl to shoot for all of her dreams. Whether that’s as a pro soccer player, like Kendra and Jenna, or a lawyer, like her mommy, or whatever she chooses to be.
I made you a promise, Bill. A promise that I will always be here, and I wanted to show you how serious I am about that by transforming my stark penthouse into our home. ”
It takes her a second to catch up to what I just said. “Our home?”
“Our home,” I repeat.
I walk us back through to the living area, where I sit down on the couch with Billie straddling me.
“When the playoffs are over and I’ve got the time to help you pack up your things and we have late-night pineapple pizza on speed dial, I want you both to move in with me.”
I’m met with silence, although it doesn’t make me anxious. Billie’s overwhelmed—I can see it in her eyes.
Moving my mouth up her neck, I pause my lips over the shell of her ear.
“While others speculate over us being a rebound, I’m over here, knowing that you’re my soulmate.
” I rest her palm over the sunrise tattoo on my chest. “I know that Scott doubts my love for you, and I’m going to make it my life’s mission to prove him wrong by loving his daughter harder than any man has ever loved a woman before.
If you want my heart, then it’s already yours.
If you want my life, then it already revolves around you and Blake.
And if you want more babies with me”—I smirk, my dick growing hard at the thought—“then I’ll be too happy to put some inside you. ”
“You want us to move in with you now?” Voice dazed, Billie wriggles in my lap, and, Christ, I’m desperate to be inside her.
“As soon as practically possible,” I reaffirm. “If you’re ready, then I’m ready to build the rest of our lives together.”
Blake’s tiny whimper lets us know that she’s stirring from her nap, and Billie turns toward the stroller before centering her attention back on me.
“You don’t have to answer right away. You can always think about it.”
“I don’t need to think anything over, Em.”
Anxiety hits me right between the eyes as I wait on her decision.
When she cups my face in her palms, I get a hunch that I’m going to like her answer.
“There isn’t a second in the day that I don’t miss you whenever you aren’t around.
Yes. Yes, we want to move in with you …” Her previously animated tone turns more sultry, big green eyes burning with need.
“And when Blake goes to bed tonight, I want you to make good on what you promised the last time we were sitting in this position.”
I cast my eyes down between us, wishing my girl were bare and sprawled out for me right now.
“Tell me what you want, Mama.”
Leaning down, she licks across my bottom lip. “I want you to bend me over our bed and slowly take my ass.”
“Billie … baby …”
I bite down on my knuckles when I take a step back and absorb the stunning view—my girlfriend, dressed in my jersey and a tiny black thong, waiting on all fours for me to play with her body all night.
Fuuuuck. There’s no chance that I’ll survive the next hour.
“Do you like what you see?” she teases, spreading her knees wider on the bed.
I’m fucking speechless. The dark blue of my jersey sits perfectly against her fair complexion, and her deep red hair is pulled over one shoulder so I can read my last name on her back.
“How hard do you want me to go with you tonight?” I ask, swiping a hand across my mouth.
Reaching behind her, she pulls her thong to one side, revealing a perfect glistening pussy. “I want to be sore for days.”
I take a single pace forward and crack my palm across her ass, red immediately rising on her skin.
She bites on her bottom lip, hungry for more.
Dropping to my knees, I take her thong with me, tossing it to one side. “Are you my little whore, Bill?”
She whimpers when I part her ass cheeks and then her pussy, passing my tongue from one hole to the next.
“If it means that you’ll fuck my ass tonight, then I’ll be whatever you want.”
If I wasn’t already naked, I’d have ruined my bottoms by now, needy pre-cum leaking from the tip of my rock-hard cock.
Swiping a palm over the head, I use my arousal to lubricate the first pump, bottom lip pinned between my teeth as I think over all the ways I’m going to make this girl chant my name.
Since that night at Jack and Kendra’s, all I’ve thought about is tonight, determined to take precious care of the trust that she’s placing in me.
Rising to my feet, I open a drawer on the nightstand and retrieve a bottle of lube and blue anal beads.
“I bought these one night after practice,” I tell her, gently passing them through her wet pussy.
She moans at the sensation, coating the beads in her glorious release.
“How would you feel if I fed your ass while I slid my cock inside your cunt?”
More moans confirm what I already knew—Billie wants to be full of me, and I’m desperate to bring those fantasies to life.
Wiggling her ass, she grips the bedsheets tighter. “I want to feel them. Now.”
“So impatient.” I tut, flicking the lid on the lube bottle and squirting some onto the beads.
She’s trembling with anticipation when I notch them at her entrance.
“You trust me, right?”
“I trust you, baby,” she responds, holding her weight on one hand while using the other to spread herself wider.
“Good girl,” I praise, pushing the first bead into her ass.
“Oh my God,” she gasps, so I slide another slightly larger bead inside right away.
Cheeks flushed, my girl looks like she’s a second away from coming.
“Do you like that, Billie?”
She gives me a nod. “So, so good.”
Her ass accepts the next bead, arousal leaking down her thighs. I bend down and capture it with my tongue.
“I’m going to come.”
I press a finger inside her pussy, applying pressure to her walls. “So soon?”
When my girlfriend squirts, we both stare at each other, open-mouthed.
Crimson creeps across her cheeks. “I-I didn’t know that I could do that.”
I hang my head, knowing that she just sealed my fate. I’ve never been with a woman who could squirt, and Billie has just unlocked a brand-new kink for me.
Pushing a second finger inside her tight cunt, I add another bead to her ass.
She’s fighting to stay upright, and I’m battling not to shoot my load before I’ve taken a single stroke inside my dream girl.
Inserting the final bead into her ass, I immediately pull the string out, relishing the way she flows all over my hand.
“Oh fuck,” she cries, dropping her face into the duvet. “Do that again.”
I don’t even hesitate, feeding her gorgeous ass exactly what she craves while my fingers massage her front wall, milking my favorite pussy for everything it has.
When I retract my hand, she whimpers at the loss before I notch myself at her pussy.
“Tell me you want the beads and my cock at the same time.”
She nods.
“Words. Tell me you want both.”
Shuddering, she whispers a confirmation, and I set one foot on the edge of the mattress, guiding my dick inside Billie.
“You’re so good at this, Mama.”
Pushing back into my cock, she takes me deeper. “Fuck me hard.”
Beads firmly in place, I do as she demanded, gripping her hips as I plow into my girl on repeat.
We’re both moaning, joint gasps filling our bedroom with long-overdue desires. This is the perfect night, and I’m the luckiest man in the world.
“I can feel so much pressure,” she grinds out.
Reaching behind me, I’ve never been more grateful that the interior designer talked me into buying a vanity mirror for the dresser.
I snatch it off the side and snap my hips into her once more.
“I want you to witness what I get to see,” I tell her, positioning the mirror so she has a great view of her ass and pussy, double-stuffed and so fucking beautiful.
“Pull the beads out, Em,” she begs after a few more strokes of my dick.
I go one better, pulling out the beads and my dick at the same time.
Her squirt is insane, and I drop to my knees, clamping my mouth over her pussy before any more of her orgasm goes to waste.
Desperate to eat her like this for hours, I go to pull off my glasses, but Billie shakes her head at me.
“No, keep those slutty little glasses on while you tongue-fuck my cunt.”
And that’s exactly what I do for the next half hour before I climb to my feet and take her ass with my cock in the way I promised—slow, deep, and all damn night.