Chapter 7 #2
"Here we are, love-bugs. Two chef's samplers.
" She set four plates down on the table.
"We have a serving of burger sliders – pulled pork, lamb deluxe, and a cheesy halloumi which is to die for.
On the middle plate, you have pan-fried squid and baby octopus, the bowl contains a grain salad to compliment, and it is freaking amazing if I say so myself.
Lastly, we have a delicious plate of chicken wings – today's flavours are tandoori, honey soy, and classic barbecue.
" She disappeared, reappearing a moment later with two serving plates.
"Here you go. You guys need any drink refills? "
"No, thank you, I think we're okay for now," Em replied, looking at the food. "This looks and smells amazing."
"Thanks, my chef is the freaking bomb." She clapped her hands together, "Just call if you need anything further, otherwise enjoy!"
In a swish of hair and smiles, Ella left.
"Wow," Em said, licking her lips. "Where do we even start?"
"Sliders," I decided, reaching for half of the lamb. "These look fucking good."
We split the slider, immediately groaning as we bit into it.
"Holy God," Em groaned, closing her eyes as she chewed. "This is heaven."
I couldn't argue. A pretty girl across from me, great food, and a sense of rightness that had been sadly missing from my life.
"So," Em said as she finished the slider and began spooning salad onto her plate. "Your plan?"
I swallowed, suddenly feeling sweaty. "We can talk about it later," I hedged.
She waved a hand at me dismissively. "No, wanna hear."
I watched her serve food onto my plate, reaching for my beer to try and wet my suddenly dry mouth. "So, the house you hate?"
"Mm?" Em hummed, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
"I want to sell it."
Em paused, fork held mid-raise. "Sell it?"
"Yeah," I blew out a breath. "And quit my job."
"Quit—okay." She lowered her cutlery. "Gonna need further information."
"I want to invest in the marina." I blew out a breath, a weight lifting. "I fucking hate my job. I hate the pressure, hate the people I work with, hate that I'm answerable to my dad, and that means every single person there hates me but still kisses my ass."
I ran a hand through my hair. "I want to be closer to home. I want to spend time with you and do something meaningful. Something I enjoy."
"And investing in the marina will give you that?" She asked.
"Yes and no. The marina is a start. I've done the figures.
Our white horror of a home tripled in price in the last three years.
I got an appraisal, and if we sell it, I'll have the capital to buy into Gunnar's development.
I want to take the knowledge I developed working for dad and plug it into my own ventures.
I honestly believe that with Gunnar's knowledge, my financial know-how, and Ella's hospitality experience, we'd be a good team to revamp Capricorn Cove. "
"Cal, this sounds—"
I braced, resigning myself for rejection.
"—amazing!" Emily bounced on her seat. "Tell me more! How did this start? When do you want to sell? Why did we just buy paint for a house we're about to leave?"
I laughed, relaxing in my seat, her shoeless feet finding mine under the table.
"I thought we weren't playing footsies." I grinned.
She shrugged. "This announcement deserves a round of footsies."
"Only footsies?"
The mood in the booth shifted. Her body stilled, a flush colouring her cheeks. "What did you have in mind?"
I glanced out at the restaurant, but Ella was right. The angle of this booth meant that unless you were standing right at the end of it, you couldn't see shit.
"How far you wanna take this?" I asked, food forgotten.
Em licked her lips. "Guide me."
My dick leapt at her words, pressing hard against the zipper of my jeans.
Fuck.
Guide me was a game we'd played back in college. Stupid kids, in love and ready to explore the intimacies of our relationship, we'd devised this game where if she asked me to guide her, then I'd tell her what I wanted in the most explicit way possible.
"Baby," I murmured, my voice gruff. "I wanna see your pretty tits."
She shuddered, her breath no more than a pant as she slowly reached down. I waited, cock throbbing, aware of the people only inches away from us, as Emily slowly lifted her cashmere sweater and pulled it off, setting it beside her on the seat.
Dressed in nothing but a thin camisole, her nipples pressed against the fabric as her hands slowly drifted back down.
"Skin, Pretty Eyes. I wanna see the colour of your nipples. I wanna see them standing in the cool air."
She didn't hesitate. Her hands pulled the camisole up, and a moment later, her breasts were bared to my gaze.
I moaned, unable to keep myself away. I got out of the booth, quickly slipping around and coming to slide in beside her.
"Cal, what—?"
I cut her off with a brutal kiss. My hands covered her gorgeous tits, no longer as full as they used to be, but they were just as glorious and responsive as ever.
Em melted, her soft mews of pleasure lost in my mouth. I ran a thumb over her nipple, and she bucked under me, a familiar inadvertent request for more.
"Baby," I murmured against her lips. "You're delicious."
Em squirmed, her hand snaking down to cup me through my jeans.
"Please," she whispered against my mouth. "Please."
"Fuck." I pulled back, removing her hand and pinning it to her breast. "Keep that there."
She did as told, massaging the flesh, an offering to me in the most erotic of ways.
We were in the fucking public. My sister and her Sheriff boyfriend were mere feet away. And here I was with a half-naked Em, my hand diving down the front of her pants to stroke her clit and the biggest hard-on of my life.
"Quiet," I warned her, leaning in. "I'll let you come if you're completely silent."
She nodded, biting her lip, her eyes glazed with desire, her body completely pliant under my hands.
I shifted my fingers, finding her clit. Her eyes snapped shut, and only the barest of whimpers escaped her, barely perceptible even to me.
I grinned, ignoring the ache in my cock as I touched her.
I pressed and swirled, drawing twitches and silent gasps from Emily.
Her face flushed, her eyes screwed shut, and she pumped her hips into my hand until I hit the spot she was searching for.
Her head tipped back, her body clenching as she came, glorious, beautiful and utterly silent.
"Good girl," I praised against her lips. "Come for me, Pretty Eyes. You deserve this."
She came down a moment later, falling against the back of the booth, her breasts rising and falling as she panted.
"Okay?" I asked, moving to pull down her camisole and readjust her pants.
"Perfect," she whispered, eyes still closed. "Just perfect."
Yeah, you are, baby.
"Come here," I pulled her up, tucking her into my side and pressing a kiss to her head. "Love you, Em."
"Love you too." She nudged my side, shaking a finger up at me. "But that doesn't mean I'm sharing the last slider."
"No, not even for that climax?"
"Not even if you sell the house and move us back to the cottage."
I raised an eyebrow. "You want to move back to the cottage?"
"Yeah." She shrugged, taking a large bite of her burger. "It was a happy home."
I spooned up a mouthful of the salad, chewing thoughtfully.
It was a happy home. Ain't that the truth.