Chapter 38
MATEO
Two Weeks Later…
I stared at the beautiful woman asleep beside me. Her dainty hand was draped across my chest, her foot hooked around mine and mouth parted as she gently exhaled. Red hair fell out of the messy bun she had it in to sleep, strands spread across her pillow.
I tried to wrap my head around that this woman was mine. That, somehow, in a world filled with billions of people, Emmie James chose me. Even after two weeks, it didn’t feel real.
Two weeks since we admitted our feelings. Two weeks of waking up like this, her tangled up with me, like she fit there without even trying. Like she always had. And I’d never been happier.
It was nice having these last few weeks with her without any other commitments stealing our attention. No football, no skating. We spent most of our time in my apartment, only leaving to take Tucker out. We were in our own little bubble, and I loved it.
Now here we were, at the cute bed and breakfast in Toronto for my mom’s wedding.
I knew the quiet wouldn’t last much longer.
Not with the rising sun starting to seep through the blinds and little kids bound to burst through the door like they had every single day we’d been here.
There were plenty of wedding preparations to be done this morning before mom walked down the aisle, but I wanted to stay right here for a bit longer.
Before Emmie was whisked away by my sister-in-laws, and I was roped into keeping the kids occupied.
I glanced down at her body still curled into me. She looked so peaceful. For a second, I considered letting her sleep a little longer, but this would be my last chance all day to be alone with her, and I wasn’t about to waste it.
I gently slid out from under her arm, smiling at the way she rolled onto her front and held a pillow to her.
Emmie was a pretty deep sleeper, so I had no problem moving the covers off to the side, leaving her in just my T-shirt she fell asleep in.
The hem only covered half of her ass, which pulled a groan from my throat.
The last two weeks, Emmie had been gentle with me when it came to anything other than kissing, worried I’d overextend my bruised ribs. Don’t get me wrong, I’d never complain about having her straddle my lap, but I was more than fine to go down on her.
I moved onto my stomach, ignoring the wave of pain that went up my side. No amount of it was going to deter me from the view I had. There could be an earthquake, and I wouldn’t move.
I placed soft kisses up the back of her legs, fingertips tracing the crease where her butt met her thighs. When she shifted, I used that moment to snatch a spare pillow and place it under her hips, propping her up exactly how I wanted.
Emmie would wake up at any moment, so I grabbed her ass, kneading the flesh. It was just so perky and spankable—something I would have done if we weren’t staying in the same small house with my entire family. Emmie was anything but quiet.
The urge to taste her was too strong to ignore. Spreading her open, I dipped my head and licked a path up her pussy. A groan vibrated up my throat at the taste of her. Nothing compared to this.
I took my sweet time laving at her flesh, fingers digging into the globes of her ass while I kept her spread for me.
A moan muffled by pillows met my ears. I knew she wouldn’t be asleep much longer.
Emmie lifted her hips higher, shoving back against my face so my tongue could go deeper.
I swirled it around her clit, then dipped back inside her, eyes rolling to the back of my head.
My hips ground against the bed, already hard and dripping.
“Mateo,” Emmie whimpered.
I pulled back enough to speak. “Shh, don’t let anyone hear.”
I teased her over and over until she shoved her body back to meet my tongue, begging.
“Make me come. Please.” How I loved hearing her beg.
I wanted to edge her until she was a wet, whimpering mess, but we didn’t have that kind of time. When we got home tomorrow, I’d do exactly that.
Needing to be inside her, I shifted up onto my knees, one hand grabbed her hip, the other rubbed the head of my cock against her. It took all my strength to not slam to the hilt.
“Mateo, fuck me,” Emmie demanded, flipping her head on the pillow to send a glare over her shoulder. Who was I to not give her what she wanted?
I notched the head inside, giving Em just a second before I slammed all the way home. My grip on her hips was bruising as I gritted my teeth at the feel of her wrapped tightly around me.
A loud moan—way too loud for where we were—filled the room. I brought one hand to the back of her head, threaded my fingers through her hair, and pushed Em’s face into her pillow, muffling the moan.
“Be a good girl and be quiet for me.” I leaned over her back, whispering against her ear as I ground my cock inside her. “I’m the only person who gets to hear your moans.”
Still bent over her, I drew my cock out to the tip, then slammed back in with a grunt. A haze took over my brain as I fucked her, trying my best to muffle both mine and her moans so the entire house wouldn’t hear.
With the need to feel her come around me, I dragged my hand down her spine until I curled around her hip and thrummed her clit. The way she clenched around me made an unmanly whimper leave my lips.
The two of us were in a frenzy. Me slamming forward, Emmie shoving back, the need to come the only thing on our minds.
“Come for me, Emmie baby. Come all over this cock.” All it took was another swipe of her clit, and she exploded. She buried her face in her pillow, moaning as her pussy fluttered around me.
I only lasted another second before I followed after her. Thrusting once, twice, three times until I held myself still. Sweat dripped down my back, my breath ragged. Below me, Emmie shuddered, thighs shaking.
She turned her head, hair sticking to her sweaty face, and met my eyes. A smile blossomed on her face. “That was the best wake-up call I could have asked for.”
“You sure it looks okay for the wedding?”
I glanced up from fixing the cuffs of my dress shirt, eyes widening at the sight of my girlfriend. Emmie stood in front of the floor-length mirror in the room, smoothing a hand down her strapless, dark navy silk gown.
I ran a hand over my face before I answered. “You look beautiful, Em.”
“You sure it’s not too much?” She twisted and moved in the mirror, face scrunched up.
“I mean, it would look better on the floor,” I commented.
“Mateo.” She groaned, turning around to face me. She looked downright stunning in that dress. The way the fabric molded to her body was classy but sexy. The color made her red hair pop in its intricate bun that she had done with the girls an hour earlier.
“What?”
“You are so not helpful,” Em muttered.
“Can’t blame me for wanting to strip you out of that dress and bend you over the vanity.” I may have woken her up with my mouth and cock this morning, but it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough to sedate the hunger I felt for her.
She pointed a finger at me. “Don’t even try to start something. Not when your mother is about to get married in a half hour.”
I grumbled but knew she was right. I could hear voices drifting through the door from the others, reminding me we weren’t alone.
I could feel the uncertainty coming off of Emmie in waves as she bent over to grab her heels. When she straightened and met my eyes, I sat up.
“Come here.” I beckoned her with two fingers.
Her feet carried her toward me without hesitation. She stopped at the front of my knees, heels hooked around her fingers.
“If you plan on getting handsy, you’re going to have to wait,” she remarked.
“I make no promises.”
I could see the reprimand coming, but I wrapped my hands around the back of her thighs, gently cupping them and stopping the retort from coming out of her mouth.
“Em, you look stunning. You could wear a paper bag, and still be the most gorgeous woman in the room.” I meant every single word. Her shoulders loosened just a tad.
“Let me help you with your heels.”
Reaching down, I wrapped my hand around her left ankle and brought it up to my chest. Emmie didn’t so much as wobble as I held her ankle up and grabbed her heel. I glanced up, meeting those emerald eyes, pupils flared, as I slid her foot inside the black heel.
I let her foot rest against me as I tightened the clasp at her ankle. I pressed a soft kiss to the front of her arch, loving the deep red nail polish she had on her toes.
Slowly, I guided her foot down before reaching for her right. She didn’t say a word, but her breath was heavy as I slid the heel on her other foot, kissing the same spot. The front of my dress slacks tightened at the heat filling Emmie’s eyes.
I fought the smirk threatening to take over my face as I gently put her back on two feet. I loved the way her face flushed, the pink spreading down her throat and chest.
Voices through the door reminded me we needed to get downstairs for the wedding.
“Ready to go?” I smirked as Emmie blinked down at me, as if trying to remember where we were.
“Y-Yes,” she stammered.
I lightly tapped her butt as I stood, moving around her to grab my suit jacket.
As much as I wanted to stay up here, tangled together, downstairs waited for us.
Emmie came up to my side as I slid my arms through the suit jacket, wincing at the pulling in my side. I definitely aggravated my ribs this morning. She clicked her tongue at not letting her help but didn’t say a word.
Over the last two weeks, I had to learn to accept help with certain things like bending over to grab something, putting clothes on, tons of little things I hadn’t realized I used my stomach for. For someone who was constantly on the move, it was hard staying still and accepting help.
I was in the middle of buttoning the suit jacket when I felt a sharp pinch to my butt.
I cocked my head as Emmie came around to my side. “Did you just pinch my ass?”