9. Emmett
EMMETT
After pacing my penthouse with a dwindling glass of bourbon in my hand, all I can think about is her. I’ve picked up my phone at least a half dozen times, opened the group chat, tried to think of some funny anecdote to send to make her smile, but my mind is blank.
But I can’t think of anything funny to say. There’s no joke waiting in my mind to relieve the tension between us or the throbbing in my cock.
Humor is the last thing on my mind tonight.
I groan and go to refill my now-empty glass.
Even in this sprawling penthouse, I feel like a caged animal.
My skin is hot thanks to the burning desire that I feel inside me, but even taking off my shirt and tossing it onto the couch doesn’t help.
The subtle rub of my gray sweatpants against my dick as I walk is practically torture.
How did things get to this point? How did they go from rescuing Kian’s ex-girlfriend from an awkward public moment to me feeling like if I don’t sink my cock into her, I might literally self-combust?
This time, I pour a bigger glass. At this rate, I’ll either be pleasantly inebriated or giving in to self-satisfaction by morning.
Either way, I was right when I told Leah that if I had kissed her, it would have made things immensely more complicated.
The only thing I’m questioning now is whether it would have been worth it regardless.
After a few steps into resuming my pacing, I hear something.
It almost sounds like a knock at my door, but it’s so faint, so light, that it could just as easily have been an ambient noise from the humming city outside. But since I’m dozens of floors from street level, I go to the door and check just in case there actually is someone there.
“Leah?” I ask, opening the door wide as soon as I see her standing there with her hand still hanging mid-air.
In the paused moment, all my senses sharpen and come alive. I’m keenly aware of my shirtless form filling the doorway of my penthouse and the growing bulge at the front of my sweatpants.
Leah’s scent wafts into my home like a welcome guest as it wraps around me and sticks to my skin—light, like lavender, but also a hint of something more intense, like desire.
She’s in a little lace thing. I’d be a fool not to realize how absolutely, intentionally inviting that is.
It barely covers the top of her thighs, letting my imagination crawl right into the crevice that rests there.
I know that I should say something normal, perhaps even something funny, to ask why she’s here and if she forgot her clothes before leaving her condo. But I want her so bad I can taste it.
Leah doesn’t say anything. Her hand drops from where it was held in anticipation of another knock, but it doesn’t fall all the way down to her side. Instead, she reaches to touch the side of my jaw. Her thumb brushes the corner of my mouth. For one long second, neither of us breathes.
Then she rises onto her toes and kisses me, and I kiss her back, my tongue twisting with hers.
I pull back. “Leah,” I whisper her name. “What are you doing?”
“I think that’s pretty obvious,” she responds before her mouth crashes to mine again.
“Fuck,” I moan against her lips.
I slam the door shut with one hand and hook the other around the small of her back as I pull her body against mine.
Instantly, my cock hardens to a steel beam, and I press it to her as I pin her up against the wall.
My hand traces down the side of her nightgown until I touch skin, and then I move my hand inward until I reach between her thighs. My fingers graze across the center of her panties, and she’s already soaked.
I let out a growl, ripping them off her.
She giggles. “Those were my favorite.”
“I’ll buy you more, although I don’t really see a reason you need to wear them.”
She arches her hips forward. “Is that so?”
If I had any reason to doubt why she came here to my door, that reason slips away as easily as my fingers slip into her wet pussy.
She practically melts against my hand, and it’s more than I can take. I pump my fingers in and out, and she lets out a little squeak.
“I’ve been thinking about this pussy a lot, Little Mouse.”
“Little Mouse?” she asks.
“That noise you just made, like a mouse. I want to hear it again.”
“Then do something about it,” she tells me.
So I do. My fingers thrust harder, faster, and my thumb swirls over her clit.
And she lets out a squeak again, her hips moving in sync with my hand.
Within moments, she slows, and the walls of her pussy tighten around my fingers, pulsing with her orgasm.
Her hands go around the back of my neck, and my free hand snakes around her waist to hold her up while she comes.
My fingers don’t stop moving until she pushes my hand away.
“Too sensitive,” she says.
Then she’s pushing my pants down, and I step out of them.
I lift her up, pressing her back against the wall. Her legs wrap around my waist, and her wet center hovers just above my waiting erection.
“Little Mouse,” she repeats, trying it out. “Fitting. I did sneak up to your door in the middle of the night.”
Look who’s trying to make jokes now. She and I are much the same—throwing up our last walls before letting ourselves feel too deeply.
But I intend to make her feel very, very deeply in a few seconds.
“You did,” I say softly as I kiss the side of her neck. “And now I’ve caught you.”
“Do you have a condom?” she asks.
Fuck.
“I’m clean,” I tell her.
“Me too,” she responds. “And I’m on birth control.”
“Thank fuck.”
With my hands gripping her hips, and the wall helping support her weight, I pull her down onto my cock.
Leah lets out a moan, and I can’t help but add to the sound as I sink deeper inside her body.
“Shit, Leah,” I groan through gritted teeth. “You’re so fucking tight, Little Mouse. Your amazing pussy is going to squeeze every last drop out of me.”
She lets out a small, unexpected laugh, and it drives me wild. I had been planning to finish this off in my bed, but fuck it—this is too good to even make it down the hall.
I let her down, slipping my dripping cock out of her for just a second or two—enough that she pouts and reaches for me again. But instead of letting her grab onto me, I flip her around in my arms and take her to the floor.
Keeping one hand beneath her belly to hold her up, and the other reaching around to feel her breast in my hand, I look at her beneath me on all fours and feel as if I could come without even trying. Which, obviously, I won’t—not yet.
“Does a little mouse like doggystyle?” I ask as I tease my cock against her opening.
“Fuck me and find out,” she says with surprising sass.
I let out a laugh, a raspy, impressed, hungry laugh as I jam my cock back inside of her. Fuck, she feels amazing. Leah’s knees buckle beneath her, but I hold her up.
“Tell me what feels good,” I say.
“You’re already doing it.” She can barely speak. “Jesus, how do you know exactly what to do?”
“Don’t jinx it, I’m making this up as I go,” I grunt out.
She giggles. “Yeah, right.”
I hold her hips and move, slow at first, dragging my cock almost all the way out before pushing back in. Her spine arches, and her fingers claw at the floor.
“Fine, you’re right.” I pull out and slam my cock into her again. “Natural talent. I’d take a bow, but I’m a little busy.”
“I’d clap, but—” She gasps. “Same.”
Every time I thrust back in, she makes that sound again, the little squeak, and with every noise, I go a little harder.
Her hair has fallen forward. I gather it in one fist and pull her head back, gently, just enough to see the side of her face. Eyes closed, mouth open, cheeks flushed.
I tilt my pelvis so that every stroke drives deeper into her core, and my length drags over her clit on the way out.
She starts to flutter around me, a tiny sensation at first, like butterfly wings against my tip.
It doesn’t take long before the delicate sensation turns furious, and she drops to her elbows beneath me.
“That’s it,” I tell her. “Come around my dick, Little Mouse.”
And she does. But this time it’s not a little squeak; she’s loud. I slow my movements, letting her ride it out. I move in long, languid strokes as her shaking turns to trembling.
“I’ve got you,” I say, before pulling out.
I gather her up and turn her onto her back. “But we’re not done yet.”
The sight of her beneath me is nothing short of breathtaking. Leah’s hair spreads out against the floor of the penthouse like a halo. The lace has ridden up around her waist, and when I hook a finger under one strap to drag it down, it gives with a soft rip, just like her panties did.
I don’t apologize. I’ll buy her more of these things, along with more panties. I’ll buy her whatever the fuck she wants.
Her breasts spill free, pink tips hard, and I lower my mouth to one as I push back inside of her.
“Twice,” I say, dragging my thumb through her arousal between her legs. “I’ve made you come twice, and I’ve got you so wet I could take you all night without either of us slowing down. That’s what you came here for, isn’t it? Not a kiss. This.”
“Shut up.” She lifts her hips to meet mine. “Shut up and make my trip up here worth it.”
“Worth the elevator ride?” I give her nipple a pinch. She squeaks. “Two orgasms in, and you’re still making demands. I like it.”
She pulls me down and kisses me. I take my time now.
Deep, unhurried, my eyes on her face. I pull back from the kiss, moving with her, angling my hips so my pelvic bone hits her clit.
She’s not looking at me the way people usually do, waiting for the next joke.
She’s just looking at me, like there’s nothing else in the room she’d rather see.
I’ve spent my whole life making sure nobody looks that close. I don’t look away.
Her breath starts to hitch. I feel it before she says anything, the flutter starting up around my cock, her thighs tightening at my hips.
I keep the angle, keep the rhythm, grinding against her clit on every stroke. “Come with me, Little Mouse.”
Her nails dig into my shoulders. She clenches around me so hard it pulls me over the edge with her, and I come harder than I have ever come in my life. I can’t see. I can’t breathe. I can’t do anything but let out a groan and hold onto her as the orgasm tears through me.
I don’t pull out right away. We’re both breathing hard.
Her hands are still gripping my back, and she whispers, “I’m pretty sure that groan shook the entire building.”
“Worth it. Declan can send me an invoice for the structural damage.”
I pull out and lie down next to her, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her to my chest, so she’s facing me. “Stay. We could do this all night.”
“You were worried about complicating this situation. Too late for that, huh?”
“Way too late,” I say. And then, before I can talk myself out of it, I tell her what else is on my mind. “I’m falling for you, Leah.”
She goes still against me. “Should I wait for the joke?”
“No joke.” I brush my fingers down her arm. “And I’m not the only one. Declan and Rowan look at you the same way I do. They just haven’t done anything about it yet.”
“Emmett,” she responds, but that’s all she says. Just my name.
“I’m not sorry.” I kiss her neck, then her shoulder. “Not for any of it. If it complicates things, it complicates things. And I’d do it again.”
I wait. Part of me expects her to get up, find what’s left of her nightgown, and go.
Instead, she kisses me, and her hand slides down my stomach to my cock, which is apparently ready for the next round.
“Then do it again,” she says.
That’s all the encouragement I need.
I stand up, pulling her up with me, and throw her over my shoulder to head to my bedroom. “Let’s go, Little Mouse.”