Chapter 31
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
BILLIE
The thud of Emmett’s footsteps echoes through the stairwell right before he swings my front door open and pauses in the center of the living room.
His chest is heaving, and the sound of my door clicking shut is the only noise between us as he studies my puffy red eyes.
The second Tucker was out of sight, the composure I’d been fighting to maintain while he was in my apartment completely dissipated, allowing the past few months to hit me like a freight train.
Between sobs and a panic attack I never want to experience again, all I could think was to call Emmett. Even if he’s already gone way above and beyond what any friend would do, having him near me was all I craved.
He is all I crave.
His hands aren’t shoved inside his pockets, like they normally are, when he stalks forward, gray eyes closer to a charcoal color as he comes to stand in front of me.
Reaching up, I set a soft palm over his racing heart.
He drops his gaze to my hand, eyes slowly closing. “I just let Tucker go without inflicting any long-term damage, but if you tell me that he hurt you, I’ll hunt him down and break his fucking neck.”
Tangling my fingers into his hoodie, I bite down on my bottom lip, determined not to let more tears emerge. “What he said today would’ve destroyed me when I was back in Austin.” I gaze up at him, shaking my head. “Not anymore.”
“Why not anymore, Billie?” he whispers with so much intensity in his words.
I focus on the sunrise tattoo hidden beneath his clothing. “Because now that I know what a real man should look like, there isn’t anything about Tucker that I want. He came back here to fix a PR issue for his parents. He doesn’t love me or Blake, and I don’t think he ever did.”
Deep lines crease into his forehead, features overrun with pain.
“I was pacing the streets out there, thoughts of you leaving with him when you deserve so much more than he can give you. Both of you.” A desperate groan reverberates in his chest. “The way I want to show you how much you mean to me, and how I would treat you like goddamn royalty.” He takes my hand and interlaces our fingers. “Both in and out of the bedroom.”
“Then why don’t you?” I ask, throwing every last bit of caution to the wind.
Today’s conversation in the car feels like it never took place after everything that’s unfolded since.
When Emmett lifts my chin to look at him, there’s a beat of nothing, right before he says two words we’ve both been longing to hear.
“Fuck it.”
Full lips envelop my own, and rough palms wrap around my ass, planting me on the kitchen island. He tastes better than the brief hints I’ve sampled each time his breath has fanned my face.
He whimpers, and I moan, tongues slowly caressing each other. I’ve kissed other guys before, but none of those experiences even come close to the way Emmett owns my mouth.
This kiss is commanding yet delicate, frantic yet perfect in every way. Months of pent-up anguish burst free, driving his tongue to take what’s been his since the second we set eyes on each other on my twenty-first birthday.
We know there’s no going back, that this is the reality we have to sit with when the kiss ultimately ends. I wouldn’t want it any different, and by the way Emmett tangles his fingers in my hair, dropping his lips to explore my jawline, it’s obvious that he feels the same way.
This moment is long overdue, and the heat pooling between my thighs is a testament to how hard we’ve tried to resist the inevitable.
Some things are just meant to be, and this kiss was written in the stars.
The man I washed and dried dishes with when I was a teenager, the family friend I harbored an unrequited crush on for years … is kissing me, cupping my face in his hands, biting down on my bottom lip so he can steal another taste.
How can something so forbidden feel so right?
Breaking from my lips, Emmett’s voice trembles, “Remember when I told you that you take my fucking breath away?”
I smile against his mouth. “Yes.”
Moving his hands down my body, he rests his fingers on the button of my jeans. He’s asking for permission to take things further, and it feels like all my fantasies are finally coming true.
Folding my hands over his, I guide them until my button and zipper are undone.
“Well, it’s high time I stole the air from your lungs, Mama.”
Blown pupils gaze back at me as he waits on the one answer I was only ever going to give.
“I want you to take me. Right here, right now.”
Dragging his right thumb across my bottom lip, he presses his jean-covered cock into my apex. It’s hard and long and even bigger than I recall from the morning we got ourselves off in his bed.
Lifting me from the island, he starts for the living room. “I want to take you to bed,” he whimpers between kisses. “But with the way I plan to make you scream, there’s a high probability that we’ll wake Blake, so the couch will have to do.”
If I wasn’t already leaking through my jeans, I definitely am now.
Laying me on the couch, Emmett kneels in front of me, hooking my legs over his shoulders.
“Have you ever had anyone eat your pussy?”
I pulse between my thighs, certain that if he doesn’t get his mouth on me in the next few seconds, my whole body will combust through desperation.
“Do you want an honest answer?”
He carefully peels my jeans off before tossing them behind him. “I want your honesty, always.”
Emmett sucks two thick fingers into his mouth, pulling them out and running them over my thong.
I cry into a palm when he circles and pinches my already-sensitive clit.
“Tell me the truth, Bill,” he presses, nuzzling his face between my thighs. “Has a tongue made you scream before? Or was Tucker as selfish in bed as he is in public?”
He knows the answer before I even share it.
“No one has ever gone down on me before.”
I thought that Emmett would be only happy with that knowledge. Instead, sadness flattens his smile.
Hooking his fingers into the straps of my thong, he edges them down my thighs.
It’s the most intense experience of my life—gray eyes fixated on my face while he strips my lower half.
He shifts closer, gently passing a finger through my heat, and my hips buck of their own accord. Every muscle is coiled tight by weeks, months of anticipation.
Emmett looks wholly pleased at my body’s response, pulling off his glasses and setting them down on the floor beside him.
“This cunt”—he pushes a single finger inside my entrance—“is the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen.”
Curling his finger, he sucks my clit between his lips and swallows down his first taste.
Smooth strokes of his tongue toy with my entrance, lapping at me like he’ll never get enough of the way I feel in his mouth.
My legs shake, full-body shudders overtaking every nerve ending.
Christ, he’s good.
I might be new to this, but I can tell he’s on the opposite end of the spectrum when it comes to the depth of my own sexual experience.
Maybe that thought should make me feel inferior, although nothing about the way this man devours my body could elicit anything other than confidence.
My back arches, and I dig my fingernails into his shoulders when he adds a second finger and curls them toward my front wall like he originally promised he would.
“I’m going to come, Em.”
He just grins at me, working my pussy like it’s his favorite toy.
“You’re beautiful like this, Billie. Sprawled out on your couch, pussy dripping with need.
” His voice is alluring, his touch the perfect balance of firm and gentle when he pumps his fingers harder and draws sounds from me I never knew were possible.
“More,” I plead, my orgasm reaching a toe-curling high. “I want more.”
Withdrawing, Emmett rises to his feet and licks me from his fingers.
“I really want to fuck you, Bill. Are you ready for my cock?”
Anticipation heightens every sense as I whisper, “I’m ready for you.”
Smiling wide, he reaches into the back pocket of his jeans and fetches out his wallet before working on his belt and zipper, his jeans dropping to the floor.
Feral eyes fixate on mine when he pulls a condom from his wallet and tears the packet open with his teeth. He dips a hand beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs, sheathing himself with ease. I wonder how many women Emmett has slept with.
“Spread those gorgeous thighs for my cock,” he instructs, pulling my mind away from thoughts of his past until all I can think about is the next few seconds and how he’ll be inside me.
I do as he asked, and he kneels in front of me, bracing a hand on the back of the couch behind my head. With his other hand, he pumps himself slowly, capturing my mouth with his.
“I promise to take it slow with you, Mama. To show you more of how a man should treat a woman.” His lustful words tickle my lips, kicking up a heightened sensory bliss.
“Tonight, your body deserves to be worshipped, but when the time is right and you’re ready, I’ll treat it with the disrespect I’ve been fantasizing about for way too fucking long. ”
As he notches himself at my entrance, I smirk up at him. “You have a filthy mouth to match that big dick of yours, Mr. Richards.”
He pushes halfway inside, coaxing my tight pussy to accommodate him.
As he guides himself deeper, his thick cock invades my body until I’ve taken every inch he has to give.
I’m having sex with Emmett fucking Richards.
“You might have swallowed my whole dick, but you have no idea how much I’m holding back, Billie,” he grinds out, rolling his hips into me for the very first time. “I wanted to eat you out for longer, and I will once I’ve blown inside this perfect pussy and claimed what’s rightfully mine.”
Open-mouthed, I stare up at him, my expression pulling a chuckle from his chest.
He kisses my shock away, whispering more dirty words that bring me right to the edge. “I can’t wait to discover how we’ll both taste as we trickle down your thighs.”
I’m tempted to demand that we go without a condom right now. I want to feel him, bask in his warmth as he fills me up.
But after one unplanned pregnancy, we can’t risk being irresponsible, even if I have the hottest hockey player hovering over my body.
“Can you feel that, Billie?”
He slips his hands beneath my ass and spins us around until he’s sitting on the couch and I’m riding him slowly, the weight of my body pressing his cock deliciously deep inside me.
He feels glorious.
“So good,” I whimper, leaning back so my hands are braced on his knees. The change in angle rubs his cock against my front wall, and it’s the best sensation of my life.
Emmett’s lips find my pulse point, hands tugging at the cami top I’m wearing. “Can I take this off?”
I don’t hesitate, lifting my arms overhead.
He tosses it by my jeans and then unclips my bra like a pro, dragging the straps down my arms.
When all my clothes are piled into a heap, his eyes settle on my breasts. As a teenager, there was very little I liked about my body, and following a baby, I like the way I look without clothes even less.
I can’t help but flinch at what he must be thinking now that he’s seen me fully naked. Most twenty-one-year-old women typically have toned muscles and unblemished skin, free from stretch marks. I’m sure that’s what Emmett was expecting each time we undressed each other with our eyes.
But as he cups the back of my head and pulls my mouth down to his, Emmett’s next words unleash a swarm of butterflies throughout my body.
“It’s a goddamn privilege to see you like this, Billie.
” Hands gently explore my tits, fingertips caressing my stomach.
“Your body is the perfect canvas, a testament to the kind of strength I, one day, aspire to have. Don’t you dare shy away from what makes you so fucking beautiful, Mama.
Show me the confident Billie that has me hooked around your little finger, addicted to what you’ll do or say next. ”
I grin, and he winks, pulling his shirt overhead.
Sitting back into the couch, he braces his thick forearms behind his head. “Now, ride my cock like a good fucking girl. Use me like your plaything.”
Wearing the filthiest smirk, he keeps one hand behind his head and the other on my left hip, holding me steady until I come all over his dick.
“Give me another,” he commands, my hips losing their rhythm.
I shake my head at him, too sensitive, body trembling from its awesome high.
Licking his lips like he’s only just getting started, he sits up straight and grips my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “I really need you to get used to coming multiple times whenever we fuck.”
He thrusts his hips up, and I groan deeply.
“And just in case you think this is a onetime thing, it isn’t.
I’m going to fuck you a lot, Billie.” He moves beneath me again; delicious sounds of his body sliding in and out of mine punctuate the silence between his words.
“On this couch.” Thrust. “In your kitchen.” Thrust. “On every surface at my place.” Thrust.
His face turns devilish when I release all over him, mouth falling open with another orgasm. I loop my hands around the nape of his neck, surrendering to the control he has over my body. Hungry for his delicious dominance.
“Maybe I’ll bend you over next to Freya’s new coffee machine one night while everyone’s seated at the dinner table, distracted with their conversations.”
When I feel his dick pulse, I know he’s filling the condom.
Just like I did a few minutes earlier, he shakes and shudders beneath me, although he doesn’t miss a beat in his pursuit to pull another orgasm from my body.
He succeeds before wrapping my satiated frame around him as he carries us into the shower and turns on the water.
The bathroom fills with steam, and he sets me down on my feet. “I’m going to go and grab Blake’s monitor so we can hear if she needs us.”
There’s no way this man can be real.
A minute later, he reemerges with the monitor, setting it down next to the sink.
He joins me under the stream, turning me around so my back is to his chest.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
He snaps the condom off and tosses it in the trash can.
“I already told you, Bill—showing you exactly how you deserve to be treated.”
And that’s precisely what he does until the warm water runs cold, washing and cleaning me before he drops to his knees and eats me out, like he promised.