Chapter 13 #2
“Bite me,” Dash pleaded, holding the back of Emerson’s head and urging him even closer.
Emerson released the tiny bit of flesh and opened his mouth. He bit down on the corded tendon and bit hard. Not so much as to cause any real pain. Just enough to cause Dash’s body to shake forcefully.
“Again,” Dash commanded, his voice firmer after getting what he’d wanted.
Emerson obeyed, biting his shoulder next, almost as hard as the first time. Dash didn’t need to ask again. Emerson bit him over and over, leaving his marks all over Dash’s body. Too bad they wouldn’t remain forever, a visual reminder of what they’d shared.
Dash stroked himself as Emerson drove faster and faster into him.
Once again, he went a bit wild, but this time, Dash wasn’t scared.
He wanted to see Emerson go feral with want.
He wanted to know if he could take the alpha’s aggression and live to tell the tale.
What he hadn’t expected was that wild, animal passion would bring out his own.
With a roar, Dash spun them, pinning Emerson under him.
He placed both palms on Emerson’s shoulders, holding the man down as he worked his hips up and down, taking that big cock at just the right angle.
A savage growl tore up his throat as he accelerated the pace, his elation causing an almost drugged-like daze.
Dash watched Emerson straining under him, a caged bull eager to be set free.
He was in no mood to let Emerson take control again.
He liked it too much himself. By the time they were both coated with a sheen of sweat, Dash neared the edge of ruin, his body coiled tightly—and more than ready for release.
He sensed Emerson neared it, as well. His fingertips once again bit into Dash’s hips, body rigid.
“I’m close,” Dash mumbled.
“Fly,” Emerson replied. “I’ll catch you.”
Dash’s head fell back, a roar coming from his lips.
He came, and on the next downward stroke, he took Emerson to the hilt once more, knot and all.
They both bellowed with pleasure before Emerson flipped them over, pinning Dash under him once more.
His red face was a mask of pleasured anguish.
Dash’s cum spread between their bellies, and he added another jet to the mess collecting there.
Emerson growled, the sound more animal than human, and pumped a thick jet of cum deep inside Dash’s body.
His eyes widened as he stared down at Dash, panting and body trembling.
He captured Dash’s lips a split-second later, their mouths warring as they lay there, locked together.
Dash moaned against Emerson’s lips, the quiver and heat in his belly causing an aftershock to rumble through him.
Each of the spasms of Emerson’s cock caused them both to groan with delight. Emerson rested his forehead on Dash’s as they continued to drag humid air into their lungs.
“Fuck,” Emerson grumbled a few seconds later, breaking the silence of the room. “I have no idea how you can do that.”
Dash hadn’t planned on repeating the mistake of the previous night, but he’d been too far gone, he’d not been in his right mind. His body had wanted, and it took Emerson’s knot. Again.
“But I don’t care,” Emerson whispered before kissing him. “I don’t care how you do it… I just want it always.”
I want to give it to you always…
But we can’t have always.
Dash closed his eyes, wishing there was a future where they could be free to share moments like that for as long as they wished.
Emerson kissed him gently, his bodyweight heavy but not too much. Dash rather liked having Emerson on top of him in the after moments. He was like a big, furry weighted blanket that helped him reregulate his system.
Silence filled the room again. Comfortable silence where Dash’s brain didn’t spiral for some reason.
He hadn’t spiraled after they’d fucked the night before either.
Not when he’d been in Emerson’s arms, that is.
His doubts had only returned once they were out of bed.
If only he could spend the rest of the day in Emerson’s arms and stave off the outside world. There, anything felt possible.
Jaye Lachlin was still a priority—as well as more research on Jaye’s father and Crenshaw.
A flickering fear hit him. What if the attorney had him followed, checking up on him? What if someone was outside the boat even now, gathering more skeletons he’d prefer remain hidden.
“I really should go,” Dash said, tensing.
“We’re locked together.”
“I’m aware,” Dash said. “As soon as we’re not. I’ve got to go to work.”
“It’s the weekend,” Emerson mumbled, nuzzling his neck. “Take the day off.”
“Do you take the day off when there’s a fire?”
“I don’t fight those anymore, remember?”
Dash scoffed, fighting a smile. “I wish I could hide away for a day, but Jaye’s my fire. I need to find him sooner than later.”
Emerson lifted on an elbow. “I’ll make a few phone calls today. See what I can dig up for you.”
“Appreciated,” Dash said, looking up into Emerson’s eyes.
Why the fuck had Crenshaw chosen him? If he’d picked another P.I, Dash could’ve happily stayed for the day before he had to say goodbye.
There was no reason to drag out their impossible situation any longer, though.
They could never be together, not in any real way.
Dash wasn’t going to lose everything because of his inability to tell Emerson Walker no.
The second Emerson’s knot deflated, he carefully pulled out of Dash.
“Mind if I take a quick shower?” Dash asked.
“Be my guest,” Emerson said. “Grab a fresh towel from the basket.”
After a kiss to Emerson’s lips, he crawled out of bed and walked to the bathroom, snagging his cell phone from the nightstand as well as a towel on the way.
As he moved, Emerson’s cum slid from him, the drips slipping down his thighs.
He closed the bathroom door and eyed himself in the lighted mirror.
He was covered in bite marks. A smile crossed his lips as he looked at all of them. His neck. His shoulder. His chest. Around one nipple. Lifting his phone to snap a couple of photos, he noticed a pile of voicemails and messages left the night before. Almost every one of them was from Mason.
Please tell me you didn’t go to you-know-where tonight!
Dash… Where are you?
Are you okay?
DASH!
Answer your fucking phone, Dash!
What the fuck was Mason going on about? He’d been dead set on Dash going to the Dragon alone, but everything had ended up fine. Dash had survived the experience. He didn’t need Mason’s coddling or overprotective shit bringing him down right then.
I’m fine. I’ll call later.
After shooting off the quick text to calm Mason down, he opened the camera and snapped a few shots. Dash peeked at the photos and smiled. He’d been worried the marks wouldn’t show well on camera, but he could clearly see them. The evidence of their night might not remain, but the photos would.
After setting his phone down, Dash showered as quickly as he could. He did pause for a moment with the warm water washing over the sore, puckered flesh between his asscheeks. When he left the bathroom, towel drying his hair, he scented coffee in the air.
“How do you take your coffee?” Emerson yelled from the kitchen.
“Black!” Dash answered.
“Are you a psychopath?” Emerson asked.
“Yes!” Dash shouted, smiling to himself.
He’d barely managed to get his pants back on before Emerson appeared with two cups in hand. Dash collected his black coffee and took a sip. Emerson lay on his side across the bed they’d shared. He watched Dash silently, sipping from his own cup.
“I don’t know how you drink that black.”
“There’s not always cream and sugar out in the field,” Dash said between sips. “You get used to not having them.”
Dash set his half-full cup on a small dresser before he pulled on his button-down shirt. For some reason, having Emerson watching him dress wasn’t as awkward as it had been with others. Maybe it wasn’t awkward when the fucking had been good.
“I could make you breakfast before you go—if you have a little time,” Emerson said.
Dash’s gaze went to Emerson, his fingers moving up the tiny row of buttons. “I appreciate it, but I really should go.”
“You should eat breakfast,” Emerson said. “Most important meal, remember?”
“I’m good,” Dash said, tugging on his tie.
“I can’t believe you came to the club in a suit last night,” Emerson said before taking another sip. “Do you know how to relax?”
“I was working last night. It wasn’t time to relax.” Dash fought a smile. He so rarely relaxed. Last night had been a rare moment he’d taken for himself. It had been selfish, and he might end up regretting it.
No way will I regret last night.
Emerson sighed. “You’re still coming for dinner next weekend, right?”
Dash nodded. “A business dinner—and only if you have any news on Jaye. No tempting me here without information.”
Emerson narrowed his eyes.
Dash chuckled to himself before putting on his shoes. Once he was somewhat presentable, he eyed Emerson, his wrinkled, still slightly damp jacket folded over one arm. “Thank you. For allowing me to finally know what it would feel like.”
Emerson fought a smile. His eyes couldn’t hide it. “This isn’t the end.”
“We both know it would be reckless to continue.” Dash winced. “I can’t lose all I’ve built, Em.”
“We all should be a little reckless once in a while.” Emerson rose from the bed, still naked, and closed the gap between them. He straightened Dash’s collar. “Call me in a couple days.”
“You assume I have your number?”
“I’d lay odds you do,” Emerson said. “And if you don’t, something tells me you can get it with ease. Just hack the FD’s system if you have to.”
Dash fought another smile. He absolutely had Emerson’s cell number. He’d had it for months. He’d almost called it a time or two but had chickened out.
“I have to go.”
Emerson lowered his head and stole one last kiss. Dash closed his eyes, etching the memory of it in his mind. When Emerson pulled away, Dash couldn’t move.
He didn’t want to leave.
Emerson didn’t want him to leave, either.
Why did their society have to be dead set against them?