Chapter 50
CHAPTER
FIFTY
HOLDEN
Colter stared at me, his pupils blown and his gaze hungry for our girl. I glanced at the timer on my phone, shifting on my feet as it counted down.
“You ready?”
“So fucking ready.”
“The first one to find her gets to have her first, but she doesn’t get to come. We’re going to edge her all night long until she’s begging for it,” I said, smirking.
“Will the others be home?”
I shook my head. “There’s some faculty brunch thing in the morning, so they’re staying in Darlington, and Hope’s pitching her idea to the Dean before the parade.”
“Does Mer know?”
“Nope.” We both smiled, the thrill of hunting our girlfriend through the house invigorating.
“You going to tell us what the messenger said?”
“Later.” My jaw ticked at the reminder.
“And the rumors?” My head pounded, but I stayed quiet. “You’re gonna have to talk about it,” Colter encouraged.
“Not now. ”
“Fine. But you can’t keep it to yourself forever. That shit will eat you up.”
He had no clue how right his words were.
The timer chirped when it hit zero, and we both took off, our bare feet loud on the hardwood floor. Once we reached the hallway, we slowed, listening for any sound. A door shut to the left, so we jogged that way. At the end, the hallway broke off in three directions. Emerson’s dress peeked out from around the corner, and Colter nodded he’d follow it. I scanned the other two, but I had a feeling I knew where she’d go.
Quietly, I crept down the stairs, taking them slowly. I waited on each one until my weight settled before stepping onto the next one. It took longer to make it all the way down, but I wanted her to have a false sense of security, especially because I could hear Colter’s footsteps above. If she was down here, she’d think she’d won.
The hallway was dark, so I followed the wall until I came to the door I wanted. Emerson’s room required a key, so I’d hidden one above the sauna after copying it from hers after I’d discovered her down here. I’d hoped to find something I could use to my advantage against her. But once I’d discovered what was behind the door, I couldn’t leverage it.
It was her haven—her sanctuary. And no matter how much I might have believed I hated her, I would never steal that from her.
Taking the key from the top of the door frame, I retraced my steps back to her studio. Slowly, I turned the key in the lock. It turned silently, the lock disengaging effortlessly. The door swung open, the air shifting, the only tell it made. I waited, letting my eyes adjust to the room. Tiny windows along the wall let in the barest of moonlight. But it was enough.
Standing in the middle of the room, her chest heaving, was my wildcat .
Smiling like a predator, I flicked on the light and leaned against the doorframe, blocking her escape.
“How did you...” she trailed off, shaking her head to dislodge the thought. “Nevermind. It’s you. I don’t know why I keep being surprised by your actions.”
My smile widened. I loved that she got me. That she understood my possessiveness. It wasn’t something I could change, nor would I want to.
Having her. Tasting her. Needing her.
They were as much a part of me as breathing. I wouldn’t let anything keep me from her.
Not my career. Not my deadbeat father. Not some delusional stalker.
No one and nothing would stop me from claiming Emerson.
“I love how well you know me, baby.” I stalked forward, loving her retreat. I was the predator, and she was my prey. When her back hit the barre, Emerson lifted her chin, not backing down despite having nowhere to run. I braced my hands around her and caged her in. “Time for your punishment, Wildcat.”
Her pulse jumped on her neck, and I licked my lips at the sight. It wasn’t fear running through her. No, it was pure, unadulterated desire. Her eyes were so green they practically glowed in the room.
Dropping my head to the crook of her neck, I licked up the column. Her pulse fluttered beneath my tongue, and my cock jerked. Letting go of the bar, I spun her around and unzipped her body hugging dress. It gaped at the front, giving me a tease of her perfect breasts. I shoved it down, watching as they revealed themselves to me. I ground my cock into her ass and wrenched her dress the rest of the way off.
Emerson stood topless, her shapewear on her lower half, and I debated if I wanted to deal with taking them off. Ultimately, the need to see all of her won, and I gripped the top band and tugged. When they didn’t budge, I dropped to the floor and used my weight to drag them down. They still didn’t come off easily, and I huffed in irritation at the damn things as they rolled up, making it harder to pull them off.
“These are the devil.”
“Beauty is pain.”
“No. That’s a fucking lie. You’re effortlessly beautiful, baby. You don’t need these to make you sexier. I don’t care what fashion says. These aren’t worth this torture.”
She took in a big breath and then let it out slowly as I rolled them off her. “You’re right. It’s just hard to remember that when it’s expected. Women aren’t supposed to show their non-perfect parts.”
I stood, caging her in against the barre, and stared at her in the mirror. I grabbed her breast, rolling my thumb over her nipple.
“These breasts are perfect.” I squeezed them, loving her reaction to my touch. I moved down, caressing her belly. “This is also perfect.” I dropped back to my knees and spun her around to face me. I kissed her stretch marks, squeezing her hips and thighs. I glanced up at her. “And these are perfect, too. The things they do to me. Fuck, Wildcat. Your whole body drives me wild. There’s nothing I would change. Colter feels the same way.”
I spread her thighs and nestled my face between them. I breathed her in, loving the smell of her arousal. Her body trembled, goosebumps spreading across her. Lifting her thighs, I perched her ass on the barre. She scrambled to hold on, her hands gripping the barre as her back pressed into the mirror.
“What are you doing?” she gasped.
I didn’t answer, just shoved my face into her pussy and licked her. Her knees draped over my shoulders, and she moved her hands from the barre to me. She clung to me, her fingers digging in. I held her firmly in my hands, licked her up and down, and sucked on her clit. It didn’t take long for her muscles to tense, her body on the verge of erupting when I pulled back. My face was covered in her cum, and I licked my lips, cherishing it.
“Wait, come back! I’m so close.”
“You touched yourself when I told you not to, baby. This is your punishment.”
The need to throw her over my shoulder was strong, but I remembered at the last minute I had a game tomorrow. At the reminder of the game, the rumors the Royals were spreading reappeared. I gritted my teeth and placed her on the floor.
“This time, you only get a five second running start.”
I smacked her ass and Emerson took off. I didn’t count, just waited until she cleared the door before I pursued.
It didn’t take me long to catch her, and I pushed her up against the wall. Kissing her, I settled some of my nerves as her tongue met mine stroke for stroke. My cock begged me to sink myself inside her, but I was having more fun drawing it out tonight. Breaking the kiss, we both panted as we caught our breath.
“If Colter can make you come before I get there, I won’t drag out your punishment. Go.” I slapped her ass, and she took off at lightning speed. Casually, I walked into the kitchen and grabbed everything on the counter, and checked my phone for any messages from the detective.
I hadn’t told Colter or Emerson about the note accompanying the flowers. A note that made my blood boil.
Princess, all your dreams are about to come true. Soon, you won’t have to sully yourself with those boys. I can’t wait to watch you dance tomorrow.
Clenching my jaw, I clicked my phone screen, and it came alive with one new notification.
Detective Jennings: We’re looking into it.
Detective Jennings: Stay the course. Go about your routine. No deviations.
Detective Jennings: We know he will make a move soon, and we’ll be ready.
I didn’t have much faith in the police, but I couldn’t exactly take the psycho on myself, so I’d let them handle it for now. If one more thing went haywire, then I’d figure out a different solution—even if that meant taking Emerson and running away where Monsieur Owen could never find her.
Reassuring myself the alarm was set, the cameras were online, and all the doors and windows were locked, I headed up the backstairs. Moans greeted me as I rounded the corner, and I dropped everything onto my bed. The need to tear off the last of my suit had my head spinning. I pushed everything else out of my mind with the reassurance we were safe for the night.
Tomorrow, I could worry about everything else, but I wanted to enjoy my girlfriend. Feeling her around me was the perfect distraction from all the shit piling on.
Once I was naked, I cut through the bathroom and watched from the door as Colter thrust into Emerson from behind. Her back was pressed to his front, her arm wrapped around his neck, and their lips smashed together. Her tits were on full display, and I drank them in. Perfectly plump and round, I had to hold myself back from announcing myself by wrapping my mouth around her pert nipple. Colter’s arm clung to her middle, keeping her upright, and his other hand worked over her clit. She was close to her orgasm, but he hadn’t let her cum yet, just as I’d asked. From their close position, Colter’s thrusts were short and shallow, not giving her the full penetration she craved.
Knowing their pleasure was in my control was a high I’d never anticipated in this type of arrangement. But I got off on it. My cock jerked in response, my tip beading with precum at the sight and knowledge that I’d orchestrated this. Stroking myself, I strolled into the room. Neither noticed, and I used it to my advantage. I grabbed her toy from the top drawer and stopped in front of them. Colter spotted me first and shifted his finger when I nudged it away. Hitting the on button, Emerson’s eyes shot open at the onslaught of pleasure. But just like before, as soon as I noticed it building, I turned it off and tossed it to the bed.
“No,” she whined, but it didn’t sway me. “Please,” she begged.
“On your knees, Wildcat. It’s time I stuff your mouth with my cock so you can’t complain.”
Colter removed his arm, and she fell to the bed with a gasp. I waited to make sure she was ready before pressing my dick between her lips—I wasn’t a complete asshole. I wanted to torture her, not hurt her.
Her pouty lips wrapped around me, and my dick wept with happiness at finally getting some relief. Emerson swirled her tongue, sucking me down as far as she could. Colter picked up his pace, his movements pushing her further on to me. Threading my fingers in her hair, I pulled the up section loose, letting her hair fall over her shoulder. I kept it out of her face, cupping her cheeks as I peered down at her. The love I had for this woman was overwhelming at times, but I couldn’t imagine not having it now.
Caressing my thumb over her cheek, I stared in awe at her. “You’re doing so good, Wildcat.” She peered up at me beneath her eyelashes, and the sight undid me. I pulled back and my cock fell from her lips with a pop. She whined, and I chuckled at the sound. Colter also slowed his movements, and she pressed back, seeking more.
I climbed onto the bed and cupped her pussy in my hand. Emerson stared at me, biting her lip while waiting for me to say something. She was so needy, the brat sufficiently fucked out of her for now.
“Who does this pussy belong to, baby?”
“You and Colter.”
“That’s right.” I kissed her and gave her clit a flick. “And what do you do if I say not to touch it?”
“I listen,” she gasped, and I pressed my finger inside, right next to Colter’s cock. I ignored it was his and focused on how tight she felt instead. Picking up the toy with my free hand, I pressed it to her clit, and Colter took up his thrusts again. Capturing her mouth with mine, it didn’t take long for her to come undone with the full frontal assault. Her body pulsed around me, her scream of release breaking our kiss. I pulled back my finger and held her to me as she panted, soothing her as she came.
“Ride it out, Wildcat. It’s only the beginning.” As soon as she was done, I moved back, laid on the bed, and watched as Colter found his release. Emerson was putty in his arms as he kissed her, cooing at how good she felt and how perfect her orgasm was. He laid her on her side before walking into the bathroom.
I waited for him to return, my hand slowly stroking my cock the entire time. Once he’d cleaned her up, I scooped her into my arms and lifted her leg over my hip. My cock slid into her with ease, and I sighed in relief. In slow and languid thrusts, I fucked Emerson on her side as I kissed her softly. My touch was gentle now, my words soothing and loving as I brought her pleasure back up.
Colter spooned her from behind, rubbing and kissing her wherever he could. The combination of us together had her crying out quickly. Once she came down from her high a second time, I picked up the pace and plunged deep before my cock emptied. Being bare in Emerson was the best feeling in the world. Every time I came, I had to stop the urge to hold my seed inside of her. I knew she had birth control in place, but it didn’t stop the primal urge rearing up. Just like it had earlier when I chased her, hunting down my prize.
She sighed blissfully between us, and I kissed her before rolling off the bed, carrying her into the shower. I rinsed us off and gave her pussy some tender care, making sure to keep her hair out of the water. Colter dried her off when we were clean while I pulled on a pair of boxer shorts. He dropped his t-shirt over her head, leading her back to bed.
Emerson fell asleep quickly between us, but I couldn’t stop my mind from racing. It seemed Colter couldn’t either. He leaned up on his elbow over her and stared.
“Spill,” he whispered.
Sighing, I told him everything I’d been hiding. His eyes were hard, but he listened to every word. When I finished, neither of us had to say anything; the answer was clear—protect her at all costs.