Chapter 10
Rory
Later, when Emily was cuddled under the blankets of the cozy bed, sleeping through the midnight hour, I reached for my phone from the bedside table. These last two days with Emily far exceeded my expectations and there was no way in hell I was watching what we had walk away—at any point.
What started out as a chase, the need to take the one girl who wanted nothing to do with me, turned into so much more than I could have ever fathomed.
Two years of my attention being focused on Emily, on how I could be the man for her, really put into perspective Bren and Stone’s situation.
I would never fully understand their need to have kept it a secret for five years, but I got the whole longevity of it.
I wanted what my sister had with Stone, what Con had with Mia. And I wanted it with the woman I once felt was ice cold indifferent toward me.
I scrolled through my emails, finding the one I was looking for, and shot off a new message to the puppy lady before responding to a second message. Tomorrow Emily’s Christmas would be complete—and we still had the actual holiday to go through.
Best damn Christmas ever.
Emily sat in the middle of the now-made bed, hair a freaking mess and a coffee mug in her hands between crossed legs. Her facial expression told me she wasn’t exactly thrilled to have been woken up at four.
That said, I made sure to have coffee ready before waking her; I knew her well enough.
She should be happy I let her sleep all night.
I sure as hell didn’t, not with memories of the two of us between these very sheets—well, on top of them really.
I would have loved nothing more than to take her again and again throughout the night.
As it was, I slept off and on and finally woke up at three thirty to start getting our stuff together.
I glanced up at her sour expression and chuckled to myself, turning my attention back to the task at hand. “Hey, you told your mom we’d be there at ten.” I reached for Emily’s discarded lingerie from the floor and grinned as I stuffed it in the bag with everything else.
“It doesn’t take six hours to get to San Diego,” she mumbled, lifting the mug to her lips.
“From home, no,” I said, standing. I tugged my pajama pants back into place. “But we’re north; it actually will take nearly seven.” I looked at the clock. Four sixteen. “And we’re still going to be late.”
Her eyes widened. “Seven hours?” She uncrossed her legs and placed the mug on the table beside what had been her side of the bed. “I have to shower!”
I watched, fascinated, as she started stripping from the two pieces of clothing that kept her body from mine all night—hell, make that every night I’d slept with her. Had I known she chose to be bare under the two pieces of clothing...
She carelessly left the clothes on the floor, puddled where she stood, before walking quickly to the bathroom.
God, her body. I loved it.
“We’re going to be so late!” she said, talking to herself, as she stepped into the bathroom. I heard the crank of the pipes as she turned on the shower, and followed her in. She was just stepping under the spray when she caught me undressing as well.
“We don’t have time for that, Rory!” she said, pointing to my growing erection.
“Save water, Em.” I stepped into the shower behind her, pushing her under the spray and putting my hands in her long hair, threading the locks through my fingers and helping the water douse every inch. At the ends, I tugged until she tilted her chin up toward me.
“We don’t have time for this,” she growled before I put my lips on hers. She kissed back though, so I didn’t know who she thought she was kidding. I stepped closer, my now hard cock trapped between our bodies, as I danced my tongue over hers.
I let go of her hair so I could cradle the back of her head with one hand, the other to her back, where I loved to put my hand and push her closer to me. This was almost my favorite spot to be with her.
When her arms wound around my neck though, I revised that statement.
This. This was my favorite position.
She kissed me back like she didn’t have a care in the world. Like a switch, she seemed to forget she was in a hurry.
I had our bases covered though, so really, hurrying wasn’t necessary.
Keeping her hips pressed to mine, I backed her up to the shower wall.
Her back arched, bringing her body closer, when she hit the colder tile and her mouth faltered under mine, but when my hand dropped over the curve of her ass until my finger grazed over the slit of her pussy, her mouth stilled for an entirely different reason.
Her body relaxed against mine and she moaned into my mouth as I drew my finger around her opening, not pushing the digit up into her yet.
Already, I could feel the thick, slick wetness of her as it intermingled with the water dancing around our bodies. She lifted her leg, wrapping it around my hips and opening herself up for me.
I chuckled against her mouth. Oh, she wanted to hurry this up, did she?
“You in a hurry?” I asked against her mouth.
She tore her mouth back from mine, her blue eyes serious on mine. “In me, Rory.”
I pushed my finger up into her now, watching as her gaze became hooded and her mouth dropped open with the intrusion. She swiveled her hips, allowing better access to my probing digit.
With my finger rubbing against her inner walls, and my lips leaving a trail of kisses from her temple down, down, down to her collar bone, I kept Emily close. Her nipples were pebbled against my chest and her breathy moans were soft under the surrounding water falling.
“I don’t have a condom on me,” I told her after pressing a marking kiss to her collar.
“Pull out then. Damn it, Rory, I need you.”
This little vixen…
Not what I was expecting, that was for damned sure. I figured I’d come in here, play with her a bit, relax her a little bit more, and fist one out after she stepped out of the shower. But if that’s how she wanted to play…
I reached between our bodies to take my engorged cock between my thumb and two fingers. I bent my knees slightly, just as she rose up on tiptoe, a leg still around me, and angled the head of my cock at her entrance, letting it drag over her clit on the slide back.
Before I could thrust into her warm heat though, Emily slapped a hand over my chest and pulled her upper body back.
“This is a stupid thing to ask now, considering…” she started.
Her eyes searched mine and I could feel the worry in her expression.
What…? “You’re clean, right? I mean, it’s been a while, other than last night, right? ”
Shit. That’s what she was worried about?
“I wouldn’t do that to you,” I told her honestly. I let go of my cock and straightened my knees, but brought my hands back to the small of her back and pulled her close once again. “I had a physical before moving out here and you know there hasn’t been anyone.”
“Ok,” she nodded. “Ok, yeah. “ She brought my face to hers now and kissed me open mouthed. “Now, Rory.”
Bending my legs once again, I found the spot I wanted to be in and thrust into her as she moved her hips against mine, bringing me fully into her.
This wasn’t my first time barebacking, although I found myself wishing it was.
There was something innately intimate about it with a person you cared about.
Scratch that. Loved.
With the water at my back and pooling at me feet, I made sure I had even footing before moving my hips against hers.
This was no slow loving like last night.
Not with Emily’s hands pulling at my hair, her fingers scratching down my back, her foot digging into my ass, egging me on. And I found I was ok with it.
For the longest time, I thought sex with that so-called forever person had to stay vanilla and unexciting. But I was learning that there was more to making love than sweet, slow, meaningful moments.
Just because this was fast, my cock pounding into her, pressing her against the tiles as her body reacted violently against mine—it didn’t mean that there wasn’t anything meaningful in this moment. If anything, the wild fucking was just as solidifying as last night’s slower romp.
There was fucking to fuck, and there was fucking someone you loved. It was just a little more crazy and fun.
And I would take it.