Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
E ric yawned and stretched the sleep from his body. He was still tired.
And rock hard.
Not surprising considering he’d spent the night next to the woman he was in love with and hadn’t taken the time to lose himself in her sweet, soft body.
Not that he hadn’t wanted to—he had, desperately —but he’d earned the pain of his abstinence.
Him and Dane both.
They’d known Emily was hiding something from them, had known for months, but they had no idea how deep her ennui truly went. And they’d only compounded her suffering with their disappearing act.
They had hurt their girl. Not intentionally, of course, but they’d suspected her listlessness had something to do with her position in the family business, had witnessed her slow retreat from family and friends, but they had never been able to get her to open up about it.
Had never been able to break down that wall.
And they hadn’t been willing to push her too hard in case they pushed her away.
Until last night.
Eric hated that he’d caused their woman more pain, both physical and emotional. Hated how they’d had to keep her in the dark about their work. And the phone call he’d had to make before coming up to the bedroom had not gone well.
He and Dane were to front up at the station and give a full report of what happened at nine o’clock sharp.
Eric looked at the alarm clock beside the bed. It was almost six.
Turning on his side, he found Emily curled against Dane’s chest, looking every bit like the kitten she was. He stroked her hair and absently rubbed the soft strands between his fingertips as the memory of the previous night replayed through his head.
He was a dirty fucker.
Even though he’d hated causing Emily pain, he’d loved seeing the acceptance and love in her eyes as she’d submitted to him.
He’d hated her tears, but loved the capitulation behind them.
Loathed using his belt on her flawless skin, but loved the marks it had left behind, marks that showed his possession. Showed she was his.
Lifting back the sheet, he exposed Emily’s body.
Her creamy skin begged for his attention, as did all of those sumptuous, sexy as fuck curves.
The stripes on her arse had faded to almost nothing, but she would feel them for a while yet.
For the rest of the day, whenever she sat down, she would be reminded of who she belonged to.
Reminded not to belittle herself.
We left her alone for too long.
As he lay there, admiring his lover, goosebumps formed all over her exposed skin and she shivered, the early morning air still cool, even in the middle of a Queensland spring. Snuggling closer, he stroked his hand down her body, smoothed away her chill, and in doing so earned himself a soft moan.
“Good morning,” she murmured, and turned over to face him.
Dane rolled the other way. “Go back to sleep, baby,” he groused. “Don’t encourage him. It’s too early to be awake.”
Eric grinned. A morning person his brother was not.
“Good morning, kitten,” he whispered, and pulled her closer, needing to feel the heat of her skin against his.
Within a heartbeat her legs were entwined with his, her head was tucked under his chin and her hands were stroking his chest, his arms, his back, then slipping inside his briefs and cupping his bare arse.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” she said, her words punctuated by soft kisses against his neck.
“I guess you should take them off then,” he replied, and almost laughed at how quickly his girl sprung into action, rolling him onto his back and relieving him of the only item of clothing he had on.
When she finished, she gingerly straddled his hips, as if reluctant to put her full weight on him again.
Or possibly reluctant to put her full weight on her aching arsecheeks.
Grinning up at her, he grabbed her hips and yanked her down, mashing her clit against the base of his cock and her arse against his thighs.
The full contact made his grin vanish, his eyes roll back and he let out a lengthy groan.
He couldn’t help it. The feel of Emily’s flesh moulding to his body was heaven, and the feel of her pussy on his aching cock, the heat, the wetness was fucking sublime, as evidenced by the droplets of come that wept from the tip of his dick and dripped onto his abdomen.
He was so engrossed in the feel of his girl on top of him that he almost missed the look of hunger in her eyes as she stared at his cock. The way she licked her lips at the sight of those droplets on his body.
Tucking his hands behind his head, he said, “You want to suck my cock, kitten?”
Her bottom lip disappeared between her teeth and she nodded.
“What do we say?” he prodded, enjoying himself far too much for six o’clock on a Saturday morning.
Emily’s hands splayed over his abdomen and a pale blush stained her cheeks. “Yes, sir,” she said, a shy smile on her pretty mouth. “I want to suck your cock.”
Movement from the other side of the bed momentarily stole his attention. Dane had rolled over and was staring at their girl with intense heat in his eyes, at the same time shoving his own briefs down his legs and kicking them off, sending them flying across the room.
Eric cocked one brow as he stared at his brother. “I thought you were tired.”
Getting to his knees, he displayed his own hard cock for their girl’s admiring gaze. “Not that fuckin’ tired.”
Emily giggled then dropped her gaze and gnawed at her lip. “I… I’ve never done this before, you know. With two guys at once.”
Grabbing her wrists, Eric pulled her forwards until her breasts were squashed against his chest and her mouth was a hair’s breadth from his.
“We’ll fuck you the same way we kiss you,” he said, fisting one hand in her hair.
“Any way you want.” Then he slammed their mouths together and swallowed her surprised squeak, ravished her mouth with the same passion he would soon devote to her pussy.
When he finally eased her back, her face was flushed and her eyes hooded. He’d missed that, the blissed out expression she always wore after kissing her.
Eric remembered the first time he and Dane had kissed her, not long after they’d met.
They’d been walking through the Queen Street Mall when they’d spotted her, standing in line for ice cream, wearing white sneakers, an oversized white T-shirt, and a pair of pink denim shorty-shorts that hugged her voluptuous arse like a second skin.
His trousers had become uncomfortably tight the moment he’d seen her and his whole body had itched with the need to touch her, to discover if her skin was as soft as he’d imagined, if she smelled as good as he’d remembered.
As they’d approached her, he’d noticed two school girls in line behind her, tall, thin girls, giggling and make rude gestures, making fun of their girl’s generous curves.
He’d also seen the strain on Emily’s face as she’d tried to ignore the ignorant little twats, seen the way her fingers tightened around the strap of her handbag, almost as if she was imagining wringing their necks.
He hadn’t needed to say anything to his brother—they’d always been on the same page where Emily was concerned—and before he could think twice, he was standing beside her, cupping her cheek and lifting her face to his. “Sorry we’re late, kitten.” Then he’d kissed her like his life depended on it.
“Did you miss us?” Dane had asked, then he too had kissed her deeply. So deeply in fact, the ice cream vendor had to clear her throat to get their attention. “Order anything you want, baby. Our treat.”
“Huh?” It had taken her a moment to realise they were talking about the ice cream, to shake off her sensual stupor.
“Oh, um… one scoop of pistachio, and ah… one scoop of honey caramel macadamia. Please.” Then she’d stared up at them in turn, returned their smiles and blushed the prettiest shade of pink. “Hi.”
Behind them, the two girls had turned to stone, their mouths hanging open, their eyes wide and brimming with confusion. He supposed it wasn’t everyday they saw a police officer pash a woman in broad daylight, let alone two officers pashing the same woman.
He still couldn’t believe they’d gotten away with doing that, considering there always seemed to be some busy-body ready to dob in a copper for unseemly conduct.
But a passionate kiss was the least unseemly thing he had planned for Emily that morning.