Three
CARTER
Walking out of the club is hard as hell.
I immediately felt an intense connection to Emersyn, which was completely unexpected.
She’s sassy and brazen, a woman who seems to meet any challenge with a ferocity I haven’t seen before.
I was completely taken aback when she removed the keycard from my wallet, and the promise of seeing her again is the only reason I’m able to climb into the back of the limo.
Liam is hanging out of the sunroof, drunkenly flirting with women walking along the boulevard, while Rhys tries aimlessly to get him seated so the driver can pull away from the curb.
It doesn’t help that the rest of the guys are spurring Liam on, but I’ve always been the voice of reason when he gets out of hand.
It’s the very reason I’m his best man. I have a responsibility to ensure Liam’s prepared to meet his bride at the altar without staggering through his vows hungover.
He had fun, enjoyed his last night as a bachelor.
Now it’s time to get his ass back to the resort so I can pump him full of water and sober him up.
I pull my phone out of my pocket, and I don’t even bother checking the notifications. “Siri, call Layla,” I say as Rhys grabs Liam’s belt buckle and yanks him through the sunroof.
Liam scrubs his hand over his face and slurs together a sentence that is oddly coherent. “Not cool, man.” I toss my phone on the seat beside me and laugh.
“Party’s over, my man. Let’s get you back to the hotel and get some food and water in you. Maybe a shower. Right now you smell like liquor and bad decisions.”
“Bad decisions.” Liam chuckles. “That’s rich coming from the king of bad decisions. Laney. Need I say more?”
“Don’t be a dick, Liam. You told me to put Laney in my rearview and have fun for the night, and I did. But because I’m your babysitter and I value my balls, we had to get your ass away from the dancers before you did something you’d later regret.”
“Laney’s a bitch, Car. You eye fucked Emersyn all night, and can’t say I blame you.
She’s hot as hell. That’s who you need in your life.
Not that succubus Laney. I don’t know what the hell you see in her…
” Liam trails off when Rhys intentionally drops a bottle of water against his crotch to shut him up.
“Suck on that and stop your bitchin’, man.”
I don’t care what anyone has to say about Laney. What’s done is done.
For once, I don’t even want to think about it. Or her.
The limo is quiet for a few minutes, and Rhys moves to sit next to me.
“Didn’t enjoy the show?”
“Huh?” I ask, my mind reeling through the game of Twenty Questions.
“The strippers? You hung out with the bartender all night.”
“You know me, Rhys. Not big on partying. But yeah, Emersyn was cool.”
“So why are you going back to the resort to babysit this asshole?”
“Best man duties until his ass is safe and sound in his suite.”
Rhys shakes his head and hits the call button for the driver, instructing him to turn around.
“Rhys, it’s fine–”
He cuts me off with a curt wave in my direction.
“You gotta live, man. I could feel the energy around you two, hell everyone in the club could. You deserve some good. Take it.”
He's right–I never just live. And right now I want to do just that.
Five minutes later I’m climbing out of the limo. I approach the club just as security is about to lock the door.
“Excuse me!” I call out to grab his attention. He recognizes me instantly.
“Hey, we're closing up for the night.”
I nod. “Is Emersyn still here?”
He smirks and says, “She’s just about to head out. Tell her I’ve locked up. Make sure she gets to her car safely.”
I clap him on his shoulder in appreciation and step inside the club, pulling the door closed behind me.
The only source of light is a couple of dim bulbs that hang above the vast array of liquors lined behind the bar.
Emersyn's standing beside the bar, her long brown locks hanging in wild waves down her back instead of the messy updo she wore earlier.
When her eyes meet mine, it's as if all the oxygen is sucked out of the space.
"Forget something?" She looks surprised, but a devious glint burns in her hazel eyes. She’s fucking stunning.
There's no other way to put it. I nod. I sure as hell did forget something–her.
My strides are long and quick before I even realize I'm moving. This woman has a pull on me I can’t explain.
I'm worried about nothing other than getting my hands on her.
I place one hand on her cheek and wrap my other in her hair, tilting her face up to look at me.
Her hands land lightly on my chest as she exhales a ragged breath.
She inches her face forward, and that's all the clearance I need.
I drop my mouth to hers, kissing her hard and fierce.
Passion ignites between us as she rakes her fingers up the back of my head, returning the kiss with vigor.
Emersyn lets out the sexiest groan, and I use it to my advantage.
My tongue slides into her mouth, massaging hers passionately.
Pulling away from her, she lets out a small whimper and places her hands around my shoulders to regain her balance. I take her bottom lip between my thumb and forefinger and tug it just a little; I want to make sure I have her full attention.
“What do you want, Emersyn?” She sucks in a sharp breath as her grip around my shoulders tightens.
“To make you forget.” Her voice is breathless and seductive as I crash my mouth against hers.
I grip the backs of her bare thighs and lift, and her legs wrap around my back as she devours my mouth.
We move forward so I can set her on top of the bar.
She moans as I break the kiss and trail my lips down her throat, her pulse a rapid staccato against my swollen lips.
My hands roam down her sides and under her tank top, my fingertips grazing her bare stomach.
I lightly stroke my fingers across her abdomen as I wrap my other hand through her hair and tilt her head back to give me full access to the slender column of her throat.
My nose grazes the length of her throat, inhaling her intoxicating scent which makes me dizzy with lust. She smells like strawberries, fucking delicious, and I want to ravage her.
I pepper kisses up her throat and move my hand to lightly run the back of my knuckles over her pert nipples.
She leans into my touch, and I palm her full breast in my grip and squeeze. She moans and squeezes her thighs.
“Emersyn, your tits fit perfectly in my hand…” I squeeze a little harder, eliciting a heady whimper from her.
“You like that?” She nods eagerly as she grips my hair with both hands and brings my mouth to hers.
My hands continue to roam until I meet bare skin again, and the realization finally hits that she’s wearing a skirt.
I jerk back and look down. Fuck me. Her tanned, tone legs lay before me, bare.
I rub my thumbs back and forth slowly along her inner thighs.
My dick is so hard because this woman is sexy as hell.
“Fuck, Emersyn, how’d I miss that you’ve had this skirt on all night?”
She giggles and throws me some sass. “You don’t like my skirt?”
“I’ll like it even more when my face is buried beneath it.”
I can’t take my eyes off her legs as I caress her soft skin, and my eyes flicker between the treasure beneath her skirt and the piercing eyes that hold me captive.
As my hands inch higher, her breathing comes quicker, harder.
I continue my descent, and my middle finger grazes the edge of her lace panties.
They feel frilly and sexy, and I have to see them, but not before I allow my other hand to glide up her leg.
She gasps as I graze the edge of her panties and then slide my finger down the middle of her slit over the lace.
This time it’s me who can’t contain the groan as I close my eyes.
Emersyn peppers my neck with bites that she soothes with kisses.
“Baby, you’re so wet.” She is drenched. I can smell her arousal.
I push her skirt up until I see the baby blue lace that covers her sweet spot.
This is one of the hottest moments of my life.
Hands-down. The minute I see the lace, the wetness covering it, I know she may be the sweetest thing I’ll ever taste.
I have to taste her just like this–right now, on this bar.
Making sure there’s nothing behind her, I lean her back on the bar and drop a peck on her lips as I do.
“Best man … whaaa?” Her surprise soon turns into a moan as I massage her nipple over her shirt.
“Relax, Em.” I tug her nipple between my teeth over her clothing.
“I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good.
” I continue to massage and knead her breast, pulling her shirt and bra out of the way to finally get a taste of her skin.
My tongue laps at her nipple with quick, long licks as my hand kneads her gorgeous breasts.
I hitch her skirt up and run my fingertip along the slit between her legs.
“Please,” she moans. “Oooh…” Her back bows, pressing her breasts firmly against my face.
I nudge the sexy lace to the side and rub my finger along her pussy.
She pants so hard, it only spurs me on as I continue to suck her nipple.
I rub small circles around her clit then glide my finger down her slit, slowly teasing her entrance.
She’s so tight. Immediately my dick is even harder because he knows how fucking good this will be.
I release her nipple with a pop and look up at her as my finger continues to thrust in and out of her.
Her head is thrown back, but her eyes are trained right on me.
“I need to taste you,” I tell her, and her body shudders beneath me.
I lean down, and she rakes her fingers through my hair as she guides my head toward the apex of her thighs, spreading herself wide for me on the bar.
I grip her barely-there drenched thong and rip it from her body, stuffing it in my pocket.
She’s fucking perfect. Perfectly pink and groomed.
I slide my tongue back to front and twirl it around her clit before sucking it between my lips.
Emersyn grips my hair while she plays with her exposed nipple.
I love that she’s adventurous enough to play with herself.
“Oh God, don’t you dare stop,” she shudders out.
I lick down to her entrance and suck on each lip before kissing her there just as I would her mouth, moving my tongue in and out.
My tongue probes as I continue to suck her orgasm out of her.
She tastes so good, I could eat her for hours.
Emersyn mumbles her praise, her body writhing in ecstasy.
I need to taste her cum just once before I get her out of here and back to my hotel room.
I kiss her entrance then glide my tongue up to her clit, lightly stroking it back and forth.
I thrust my finger in her entrance and hit her sweet spot as I stroke her clit with my tongue, and she completely detonates.
Her legs spasm around my head, her back bowing off the bar as she fists my hair tighter in her grip.
I continue to lavish her pussy until she comes back down from that euphoric high she’s on.
I pull her up from the bar and crash my mouth down on hers.
I’m hard enough to drive a nail through a two-by-four, and I can’t wait to feel her walls clamp down around me as I drive into her.
I pull back to catch my breath as she straightens her bra, securing the key card before pulling her tank in place.
I lift her off the bar and pull her skirt down, then I peck her lips.
I clasp her hand in mine and pull her against my chest, whispering against her lips, “I can’t wait to get you in a bed.”