Chapter Twelve
Dominic
“Me? You’re kidding…no, you’re not,” Emerson said as I shook my head.
“I’m serious. When I decided I had to get out, my first thought was where the hell did Emmy go? Where was he hiding?”
“And you found me,” he answered, the glow of a blush on his cheeks.
“I sought you out. Because if we were ever going to explore this”—I waved a hand between us—“Appleton Falls was the perfect place.”
“And yet you acted like a dick when you first arrived,” Emerson pointed out. “Why?”
“I couldn’t just say, Hi, remember me from the showers? and pounce. And you didn’t exactly roll out the welcome wagon. When I saw you were dating like a wild man, I lay back and waited.”
His grin faded. “Natalie cheating on me helped.”
I played with the strands of hair falling over his eyes. “That sucked, and I’m sorry. I didn’t like what she did to you.”
“Well, if she hadn’t, we wouldn’t be here now.”
I chuckled. “Is that what you think? That I’d come up here and not shoot my shot?”
He smirked. “So to speak.”
“By the way, where did you go after you left me?”
“I drove around and ended up at Sweeny’s. Figured I’d have a beer and decide if I was going home or to your house.” He played with my fingers. “Talked a little to Theo and Jaxon Polaris. Guy is a player for sure—Jaxon, not Theo, who’s too damn sweet.”
“Yeah, I know Theo.” My eyes narrowed. “What did Polaris want?”
“I think he was hitting on me. I definitely got vibes that if I was interested, he’d take me home and show me his stuff.”
Something fierce and ugly slammed into my chest. “Yeah? And what did you say?” I growled.
“I’m here with you, aren’t I?” Emerson’s eyes crinkled at the corners. “Are you…jealous?” Wide-eyed, he waited for my answer.
I couldn’t reveal the surge of possessiveness that consumed me hearing that he might’ve ended up in Polaris’s bed.
I barely understood the seething anger burning through my blood, and before I could stop myself, I leaned forward and brushed my lips to his.
Only for a moment, but the dichotomy of soft lips and hard, muscular body released the desire I’d bottled up for hours.
I wanted him. I craved his hands on my body, his tongue in my mouth.
Emerson Kane was mine, and no one else could touch him.
But we were still in the discovery stage, where I wasn’t sure of boundaries and didn’t want to presume.
“Can I kiss you?”
“I thought you just did.” But his lips tilted up in a wicked smile.
“If you think that’s how I kiss, I failed you earlier.”
Emerson shifted to face me and looped his arms around my neck. “Try it again, and I’ll be the judge.”
I tangled my fingers in his dark, silky hair and settled my mouth on his, holding him steady while our tongues played and teased.
Emerson pressed close to me, fingers digging into my shoulder as he pushed me under him.
Hovering above me, he nipped at my lips, and I held his face with my palms and bit and sucked his lips and neck.
“We’ll be more comfortable on the bed, don’t you think?” I whispered, shivers rippling under my skin at the thought that this would be the night I’d finally have him.
Hazy green eyes blown wide with lust met mine, and his reddened, kiss-swollen lips curved upwards. “Yeah. I think we will.”
On the way, we shed our clothes, leaving a trail behind us, so when we reached the bedroom we were naked. I clasped his hand in mine and drew him close, his stiff cock flat against my belly. It was hot, the skin soft over its unyielding hardness.
“We’ll take it slow,” I promised.
He nodded and placed a hand on my heart. “You’ll be my first. But I can’t stop thinking of you being inside me. I want that, Dominic. Ironic, isn’t it? I think this has been building since we were seventeen and I watched you in the showers.”
“I’m no longer that seventeen-year-old kid.” I crushed my lips to his, not releasing him until my vision swam. “And I’ve never been able to get you out of my mind. Those big green eyes eating me up, and your face…” I ran my nose down his rough cheek. “I want you, Emmy.”
“I want you too.”
Hand in hand, we lay on the bed, and Emerson took a bottle of lube and a strip of condoms from his night table. “I’ve never done anal with a woman. Have you?”
“A couple of times. I was curious, and they were eager to try it.” I cupped his ass. “It was fine.” My face grew warm, and Emerson ran his foot up my leg.
“What? You’re all red. Tell me.”
God, his ego would swell, but I couldn’t lie to him. “I know it makes me look like shit, having sex with someone and thinking about another person. Because when it was done, I might’ve thought about how it would feel to be with a man. Specifically, you.”
Eyes soft, he kissed my brow. “And now you’ll know.”
The tension thickened between us, and I gave him a slow smile. “We both will ’cause I’m not averse to you fucking me either.”
Emerson kissed me, and I couldn’t stop touching his body, the hair of his chest and thighs rough against my skin. I licked the tiny points of his nipples and poked my tongue into his navel, loving how he panted and squirmed.
“Dom, please.” He sighed and clutched at my hair.
“Fucking hell,” he cried out when I took the head of his dick between my lips and sucked.
I slicked my fingers with lube and spread his legs wide.
Sliding in one finger, then another, I widened his virgin hole, fascinated by the sight of me entering his body.
“You like that?” I asked and tried another finger. Emerson took it and, dreamy-eyed, started moaning with pleasure. I grabbed the condom and sheathed my aching cock. “I’m so hard for you, baby.”
Baby? I’ve never called anyone that.
I shrugged it off as being in a state of suspended animation where everything in my life was turned upside down.
“Mmm. I’m ready. Feel so empty.” Emerson licked his lips and stroked his erection.
The sight of his flushed, hard length disappearing and reappearing in his big fist was fucking hot, and I ran the head of my cock around his slackened opening.
“Oh yeah,” Emerson encouraged. “Do it already, Dom. Do it.”
I inched through the tight band of untouched muscle but stopped at his grimace of pain.
“Shit, is it bad?” I didn’t want to hurt him, but God, even those few inches felt like paradise, and it took all my willpower not to continue.
“Hurts but feels good too,” he gasped, face red with effort. “Keep going.”
Still troubled over causing him pain, I moved, and he grunted. I froze, my cock throbbing in his viselike grip.
“Just do it.”
Taking him at his word, I sank into his warmth, his body opening to me like a flower in slow motion, engulfing my dick in a velvety grip of fire. I barely felt his scratches down my back as I thrust. He moaned and held on to me as I buried my cock deep.
“Oh fuck, oh God. I can’t believe this. You’re fucking amazing.”
“Please, do it. Everything. More. Need,” he babbled, his head thrashing on the pillow.
He came and arched up against me, his come smearing our bellies and chests.
This was beyond what I’d imagined sex with him to be—the way he sucked me into his throbbing body, holding me, caressing me as though I were something precious.
Worthy. When all along I wasn’t sure I was deserving of the gift he’d given me.
“Don’t want to hurt you,” I whispered, watching his face in wonder. I’d done that to him. For him. I’d given him pleasure so intense, he’d turned incoherent with desire.
Need coursed through me, and I pumped him hard, my focus on the tug and pull on my dick from his tight walls. I lost myself in the world of slick flesh, probing tongues, and the grip on my shaft. Fire burned up my legs, through the base of my spine, and exploded in my groin.
“Emmy,” I groaned and came so hard, I saw stars.
Breathing heavily, I rested on him, the pounding of his heart matching mine.
Both of us dripped with sweat—usually a turn-off for me, but not with him.
I normally couldn’t wait to get up and out after sex but tonight was proving to be life-altering in too many ways to count.
I couldn’t resist kissing his fluttering eyes and stubbled cheeks and didn’t want to move.
The dips of his body fit into mine, and I could’ve stayed there all night.
I took the lobe of his ear in my teeth and tugged.
“Are you okay? How do you feel? Did I hurt you?”
“Yes, great, and no,” Emerson replied with his eyes closed, but a smile lifted his lips. “You want me to feed your ego and say it was the best I ever had?”
My stomach plummeted, and I slowly pulled out. “No, I wouldn’t want you to lie.” I tied off the condom and tossed it into the basket next to the bed.
Emerson flailed. “Shut the fuck up, you big jerk, and come here. It was incredible. I’m still in recovery mode—my legs are like spaghetti. I can barely move.”
I slid beneath the covers and rubbed his back and smoothed my hands over the mounds of his firm butt. “But it hurt?”
He winced. “Of course it hurt. I had six inches of thick dick up my ass. What do you think?”
I pressed a kiss to his lips. “I think you need to measure again, Emmy. It’s seven inches. At least.”
“I guess we’ll have to wait and see the next time. I’ll make sure to grab the measuring tape.”
I put up my hands in protest. “I’m toast right now. But I think you need some looking after. Let’s shower. I’ll help you.”
Emerson lay spread-eagled on the bed, and I took his hands and pulled him to standing. With my arm around his waist, I helped him to the bathroom and stepped under the water. I washed his hair and body, aware of his wincing.
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?” His brows drew together. “The sex was the best of my life. If I wasn’t so sore, I’d do it a second time.”
I shut off the water, pulled a towel off the rack, and wrapped him in it. “Here.” I took one for myself and hummed with approval. “This is nice. It’s really thick and fluffy.”
He beamed. “I know. I’m particular about things for my house—quality towels, sheets, and dishes.”
I snickered. “Should I call you Deputy Martha Stewart?”
He sniffed. “You’ll thank me when you sleep on my twelve-hundred-count sheets.”
I lifted a shoulder. “I wouldn’t know the difference. I buy wherever’s cheapest.”
Horrified, he stared at me as if I’d sprouted another head. “I could tell when I was in your bed. Those sheets were scratchy. Don’t buy for price. You should care what you put on your body and in it. All that junk food isn’t good for you.”
I yanked him to my chest. We might not be able to have sex because he was too sore, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t touch him.
“I do care what I put on my body. For instance, I like you, naked, lying on top of me.”
Emerson grinned against my cheek. “See? You are a little bit of a diva. You do like the best.”
I caressed his butt. “How’re you feeling?”
“Wiped,” he admitted. “And it hurts. I hope I won’t have a problem sitting in the car tomorrow for my tour.”
“Come on, let’s lie down.” I patted the space next to me. “I’ll take care of you.”
It seemed like the most natural thing in the world to have Emerson’s long torso molded to mine. I slung an arm over him, and we nestled together.
“Deputy Starr, you’d better turn in your grouch card. Who knew you were a cuddler and the big spoon?” His shoulders shook, and my teeth scored his neck.
“If you tell anyone, I might have to put the cuffs on you.” Damn, that would be a sight—Emerson locked to the bed, waiting for me.
I recalled Bradford talking about him and Lila playing with his handcuffs, and now it didn’t sound so cringeworthy.
My dirty thoughts betrayed me as I grew hard, and Emerson laughed.
“You like that, huh? Maybe I’ll be the one to cuff you and keep you my prisoner all night,” he purred, and I licked the spot I’d nipped.
“Maybe I’ll even let you.”
I had a feeling I was powerless to prevent Emerson Kane from doing whatever he wanted to me.