Chapter 9
nine
CALDER
“We’re staying put until this storm passes,” I tell my wife while stroking my fingers along her bare spine.
I just finished fucking her for the third time since first taking her, and we started talking. I didn’t intend to take her as I did, but once I had her, there was no stopping.
“You don’t have any clothes, and I ripped the buttons off your shirt,” Emerie whispers, trailing her own fingers along my chest.
“I keep emergency bags in all of my vehicles, including the SUV you dropped off at the rental lot. It’s what I drove here. I’ll go down later and get it.” I wasn’t in a rush to leave this room. To leave her.
“How exactly did you find me so quickly?”
“Wasn’t quick enough,” I tell her and press a kiss to the top of her head. “Tracked the SUV when I saw it wasn’t at the house when I should have just tracked your phone.”
“My phone,” she utters softly, realizing that’s how I did it.
“I don’t want you to ever run from me again, Bellissima.” The first time that word slipped past my lips this morning felt right, and I knew that’s what I’d call her every chance I got because that’s exactly what she was. Beautiful, gorgeous, everything inside and out.
Emerie takes a deep breath, tilts her head back, and looks me in the eye.
Not many people would dare look me directly in the eye.
Grant and his brothers were one of the few who did.
Emerie was now another. “If this is going to work, I can’t be in the dark about what you do.
I can’t be the little wife who sits on her thumbs and waits.
I won’t do that. I’ve got to be me. Who I am. Not someone I’m well not.”
“You know what I do, and you ran away from me,” I point out.
“That’s because it freaked me out. I saw that board, and it scared me that you would do it to me.”
I roll Emerie to her back and come over her. I brace myself with one elbow while framing her face with the other. “Never will I, or would I, touch you with anything but adoration. As I said before, those I take out deserve what’s coming to them.
Emerie lets out a shuddered breath, and I grin down at her.
“All I want is for you to be who you are. Not someone else. You want to keep doing what you’re doing at the children’s hospital, you do that. You want to wear ugly damn sweaters all the damn time, do it. You want to decorate the fuckin’ house to look like Santa’s motherfuckin’ village, then do it.”
“You hate Christmas, though,” she murmurs a bit hesitantly.
“I’m a big boy, I can handle it.” For her, I’m learning quicker than I’d like that I’ll do just about anything and everything. So long as she directs that sweet smile in my direction that’s filled with such warmth it goes straight to my cock.
Emerie’s lips tip upward ever so slightly. “You’re most surely one big boy.” Her fingers scrape down my chest to wrap around my cock. “At least this part of you is.”
Shifting between Emerie’s delectable thighs, I reach between us and help her guide me right where we both need me to be.
Emerie gasps and lifts her thighs, wrapping them around my waist.
Damn, I love being inside Emerie’s tight, slick stealth. I could live just like this and never grow tired of being in her sweet pussy.
Moving slowly, I take my time, enjoying the feel of her surrounding me. The way her pussy quivers and convulses around me has me ready to blow my load deep inside her all over again.
From looking into her, I knew her medical record and knew she was on birth control. She had the patch, and I saw it on her lower hip when I stripped her down. I didn’t want shit between us. There would never be anything between Emerie and me. Not if I could help it.
Emerie’s pussy clamps around me as her release washes over her. She’s a damn sight to behold as she comes. Picking up pace, I thrust harder, deeper, plummeting inside her until I feel my own release shoot from my cock, filling her.
“Calder,” Emerie breathes.
“I love being inside you, Bellissima.” I groan as I pull from her slit, fall to my side, and tug her with me. Not about to let her get away from me.
“We need substance if we’re going to keep this up,” she murmurs, resting her head against my chest, and sighs.
“We’ll order something to the room.”
“Like what?”
“Whatever you want?” I’d get Emerie whatever she wants.
She needs to understand that when it comes to her, I’ll do just about anything.
Except let her go. “If you want to order pizza or Chinese, that’s fine.
We can do room service. Or something else altogether.
We’re just not leaving this room today.”
“With the roads being bad, I doubt they’ll deliver anything to the hotel.”
Maybe so, but if she wanted something, I’d see that she got it.
“We can get room service. I’m sure they have something on there that’ll be good.”
“Maybe.” It was good she didn’t pick some run-of-the-mill hotel when she stopped. It’s not exactly the high class that she would typically stay in, or myself if I’m honest. But it’s not a bad hotel either. “Let’s look to see what they have.”
Scooting up the bed, I tug her with me. Emerie happily obliges me, staying tucked into me. I pull out the menu from the drawer next to the bed.
The two of us scan over it and find that they have a good selection to pick from at the attached restaurant. I hadn’t even noticed it when I got here, then again, my focus was on getting to my wife and making sure she was safe.
Emerie picks blackened salmon with garlic potatoes and green beans, while I go for the steak with the same sides. I like that she doesn’t feel she has to go for a salad with me. She can eat whatever the hell she wants. I also order us the chocolate swirl cheesecake to go with it.
While we wait, I turn on the TV, and we settle on a movie. She wanted to watch a Christmas movie, and I could get down with her selection, considering it’s Die Hard.
In truth, as I told her, she wants Christmas, then so be it. She can decorate, celebrate, whatever she wants. I’ll do it all for her. Because as much as I hate the damn holiday, she’d be worth it, considering she’d be the best gift I could ask for.