Chapter 22
EMMETT – ALL IS FINE WHEN YOU SIXTY-NINE
Nerves prickle under my skin as my head swivels for the hundredth time between the clock on the dash and the front door of the tall office building.
Another minute passes, and I step out of the car and stand beside the passenger door.
The office door pushes open and a string of men and women file out.
My eyes quickly scan them, looking for the only face that matters, and then I see her.
I give a quick whistle and I’m reminded of Mrs. Mary when we were kids.
She would send us outside to play in the neighborhood if we were old enough, and then at night, she’d let out an ear-piercing whistle, her version of a dinner bell, and we’d all come running back. My whistle just now wasn’t as loud.
Everlee looks at me, and a smile spreads across her face. She jogs over to meet me, throwing her arms around my neck.
“Hey Trouble.” I plant a quick kiss on her cheek.
“You know. If you were to put on some plaid, you could be a super sexy lumberjack.” Her hands pass over my beard, then give it a gentle tug.
“You don’t like the super sexy chef?” I ask, opening the passenger door.
She climbs in without asking where we’re going or what we’re doing.
I jog around to the driver’s side, and when I climb in, she answers my question.
“Of course I love the super-sexy chef.” Her cheeks flush a shade of pink.
I pull onto the road and take the turn to her apartment.
“Did you just want to drive me down the block to my house?”
“Maybe.” I find some on-street parking and turn the car off. Before she can get out, I dart out of the driver’s seat and run around to open her door.
“This is a pleasant surprise.”
“I’m glad you think so.”
“Do you want to come up?”
“Very much so.” I’ve wanted to see her every second of today since I didn’t get a chance to see her this morning before she left.
This afternoon I received an invitation to a special dinner honoring my recent accomplishment with Bo’s and I wanted to invite her to come with us.
On a date. I guess it wouldn’t be a typical date, but. ..
She pushes her door open and slips out of her shoes. “If you want a drink or a snack, help yourself.” She points to the kitchen. “I’ll be right back.”
My heart races in my chest as I watch her walk into her bedroom, fighting the urge to follow her and press her against the wall and take her mouth in mine, because that’s what I want to do.
I fucking missed her with every ounce of my being.
It’s why I got my cock pierced. I had to do something.
It doesn’t make much sense, but I needed to get my mind off her.
When Sophie left, I got my nipple pierced, but Everlee felt different.
I get it. We weren’t together for a long time, but damn…
like when you know, you know. I let myself believe for a moment she could be—would be—different.
At least that’s what I wanted. Want. Still want.
When I received the invitation to the dinner, I was extremely excited.
Obviously for the event and honor itself, but also because I feel like it’s an opportunity to show her what we could be like.
We had put ourselves in this bubble with Sophie and always said if we tried to go outside of it, then it would pop.
Our world, our life, would pop. That’s where we went wrong last time.
We created a world inside a bubble instead of learning how to live in the world.
With Everlee, we have to take it slow and learn how to survive together.
She walks back into the living room wearing a pair of joggers and a t-shirt that grips her tits and torso beautifully.
She takes the drink I’m offering and smells it.
“Oh stop. You’ll like it.”
“Sex on the beach?”
I wink. “I would have made you an old-fashioned, but you don’t have any Luxardo.”
She smiles innocently. “I know. I thought about buying it several times, but it hurt, so I didn’t.” She takes a sip of her drink. “But this is good.”
“I know.”
The air changes and she studies my face. “I missed you.”
“I missed you.”
She sets her glass down and steps into me, arms circling my waist as she presses her head to my chest. When she finally looks up, those beautiful eyes of hers undo me all over again.
I brush her hair back from her face. “A couple of things.” I place a soft kiss on her forehead, and she closes her eyes.
“Will you come to a dinner honoring me on Wednesday night? All the guys will be there. It will be like a date.”
“A date?”
Her brows raise on her forehead, and I wonder if I’ve overstepped. We have the talk tomorrow, but… I guess it’s just wishful thinking. Maybe if we make plans, then everything will work out.
“With all four of you?”
“Yes.” I don’t know if that helps or hurts.
Her hands travel up around my neck as she stands on her tiptoes, placing a soft kiss on my lips. “Yes. I would love to go.”
“Do you want to go dress shopping tomorrow?”
“I can just use my dress from Valentine’s Day.”
I force my disappointment down, smoothing my expression into something neutral and composed.
With her arms still clasped around my neck, and her body pressed to mine, she asks, “Did you want to go dress shopping tomorrow?”
“Kind of. Maybe I wanted to help you pick out a dress and buy it for you.”
“You don’t need to buy me a dress.”
“I know. But…” My hands slide down her arms, over her shoulders, around her back and rest on her hips, just under her shirt. “But I want to. Plus, we should all match.” He smiles.
“Yeah?” she asks in a soft and flirtatious voice.
“Yes.” I nod slowly.
“Okay, then.”
I can’t take the sliver of space between us anymore, so I press her hips against mine. “Let me kiss you now.”
“Okay.” She smiles.
I bend towards her, letting my lips meet hers in a kiss that is so soft and delicate it feels like a promise. She has a hint of pineapple on her tongue from her drink, which makes me want more. My hands rake up her back, under her shirt.
“You need to come to dinner with us tonight,” I say between kisses, because stopping for even a second is too long.
“At Bo’s?”
“Mmhmm.” I move to her jawline.
“So I should change?”
“I can help.” I slowly lift her shirt up, pulling it over her head and tossing it to the ground. She’s already braless and her nipples are hard and asking to be sucked.
“You are perfect.” I run the backs of my fingers over her breasts, watching goosebumps erupt in their wake, before leaning in and taking one in my mouth.
Her hands tangle in my hair as she holds me to her.
Taking her other breast, I stroke her nipple between my teeth, careful to apply the right amount of pressure, while I hook my fingers inside her pants, sliding them down.
Standing up, I lift her with ease, and her legs wrap around me. “Where are you taking me?”
“Where do you want to go?” I ask, continuing to plant kisses on her neck.
“I don’t care.” She moans.
Desire swells with each step I take, and the overwhelming need to be inside her trumps everything else, so we make it as far as her couch.
I sit her down and, without waiting, I pull her panties off, tossing them over my shoulder and rub the side of my face up the inside of her leg.
“I love when you lick my pussy,” she says, fingers gliding through my hair.
“I love licking your pussy.” My hands reach around the back of her hips and pull her to the edge of the couch. I inhale her sweet scent and slowly run my tongue up the middle.
“Yes,” she moans out, shifting her hips into my face.
I’ve barely touched her, and she’s already glistening. Her responsiveness to me, to us, is like a drug. I run my tongue in circles before sucking on her clit, causing a groan to escape.
Rocking back on my hind legs, I look up at her.
“I want you to ride my face.” I don’t wait for an answer, pulling her off the couch, at the same time I roll onto my back.
She quickly crawls up my body and sits on my face.
My hands clamp on her thighs as I hold her to me while she rocks her hips, her hands running over her breasts.
“Wait. Wait. Wait,” she says, lifting off my face.
“What’s wrong?”
“Can we try something?”
“Sure?”
“I want to sixty-nine. I want to suck you off while you eat me out.” She doesn’t wait for an answer as she undresses me, freeing my hard cock.
“Well, I’ve never been one to say no to what a lady wants.”
She shimmies down my body, her perfect ass up in the air, as she takes me in her mouth.
There is no teasing, no hesitation. She’s hungry and knows exactly what she wants.
Her hand clamps around the base of my cock as she squeezes hard enough to remind me of those frozen popsicle treats you eat in the summer.
Her mouth feels like heaven as her tongue flicks the ring at the end.
“Do you like that?” I ask, lifting my head slightly to watch her.
Her tongue licks up the underside of my shaft and swirls around the tip and the ring, causing it to flip back and forth. “Very much,” she whispers before taking me in deep.
I buck in her mouth, losing control with the way she’s sucking. I have to stop, though. When she comes back up, I use my fingers on the underside of her jaw to get her to pause, and her eyes flicker with a hint of confusion.
“I thought you wanted to sixty-nine. If you keep going, I’m going to come and then keep eating you out.”
She smiles. “Well, we can’t have that then. I should also mention I want you in my pussy. I want to feel you, just you.”
“Ask and ye shall receive.”
“Oh, I’m asking.”
She pushes up and leans across my body as her wet pussy glides over my cock, almost making it impossible to focus.
I want to give her the sixty-nine she wants, but feeling her there.
So close. It’s all I can do not to flip her over and fuck her.
Her nipples brush across the small hairs on my chest as her lips find mine, causing my stomach to clench.
“I love your mouth,” she moans.