27. Emery
Emery
Hayes snags my hand, pulling me to his side the moment I’m within reach. His fingers find my chin, lifting my face to his. “Is Reina causing problems?”
“Is she ever not causing problems?” Venom asks in return.
Hayes glances at Venom, who chuckles.
“She was fine.” I place my hand on his chest. “Nothing I couldn’t deal with. What are you guys doing?”
“Giving you time with the girls.” Hayes presses a kiss to the top of my head. “Looks like they finally set you free.”
“They left in search of snacks,” I say. “I wanted some time with you now, anyway.”
“And that’s my cue.” Venom lifts his beer, turning to leave.
“I didn’t mean to imply he had to go.”
“He’ll be fine.” Hayes shrugs, not seeming the least bit bothered that I scared away his friend.
If anything, his smile grows as he spins us so I’m on the stool against the wall, and he’s blocking me from the rest of the room. We’re in a corner, and with him towering over me, we’re in our own little bubble.
My dress rides up with him standing between my legs, and even if no one can see me because of how he’s positioned, it’s risky.
“Are you having a good night?” His fingers dig into the hair at the sides of my head, raking it back.
“It’s better now.”
“Is that so?” He smirks.
“It is.” I plant my hand on his chest, slowly dragging my fingers down the hard planes of his stomach until I reach his belt. “I was thinking…”
He groans when my fingers curl inward, dipping into his pants as I pull him closer.
“What were you thinking?” His voice is raspy.
“I was thinking about how much I’ve missed out on in life. How much I haven’t done because I didn’t get the chance.”
Hayes tips my chin up, lowering his mouth to mine with his whisper. “There’s still plenty of time.”
Time.
I wish more than anything that were true, but time isn’t on my side. Not when my uncle plans to rip this out from under me at any second.
What I do have is this moment. This night. This short time with Hayes. Which is why I tilt my chin, slowly dragging my teeth over his lower lip, eliciting the most intoxicating rumble in his chest.
“We have plenty of time, huh?” I smile, looking up at him. “That contradicts everything you preach about seizing the moment, doesn’t it?”
“Only if we waste it.” He presses his forehead to mine. “I intend on seizing every moment when it comes to you. What do you think about that, Emery?”
His fingers brush over my chin, my jaw, slowly trailing down the side of my neck and sending a path of prickling excitement in its wake. He brushes his hand over the peak of my shoulder, slowly moving down my arm with torturous precision. Every touch has my body alert, my skin vibrating.
Hayes continues downward, curling his fingers as he reaches my thigh, brushing the backs of his knuckles against my sensitive skin. When he slips them inward, my breath catches. His hand disappears up the hem of my skirt, where his fingers drag over the wet lace at my core.
With the music blaring, no one can hear my moan. And since the girls have moved into the kitchen, they aren’t here to judge me when I don’t push him away—when I widen my knees more.
“You’re always so ready for me, freckles.” He slides his finger along my seam while his other hand cups my jaw. “Does it make you wet thinking about your husband fucking you in a room full of people?”
I angle my chin up in a challenge. “Who said that’s what I’m thinking about?”
He slips my panties aside and drives two fingers inside me to his knuckles in answer. The rush barrels through me as the back of my head strikes the wall, and my eyes flutter closed.
Hayes presses closer, lowering his mouth to my ear. “What are you thinking about, Emery?”
“You.” I clutch the front of his cut, pulling him closer. “Only you.”
He adds another finger, and I can barely breathe.
My thighs hug the sides of his legs. Around us, music and laughter fill the room, but I’m no longer paying attention.
Everyone could’ve stopped what they’re doing and turned to watch us, and I wouldn’t care.
When I open my eyes, Hayes is my focal point. His green eyes are what tether me here.
“Don’t stop,” I beg as he rolls his thumb up over my clit.
His smile turns downright sinful. “I wasn’t planning on it.”
I tighten my hold on him, wishing I could feel the weight of him over me. Needing his touch as much as I need my next breath.
His fingers curl, reaching somewhere that has my thighs shaking. I’m his instrument, and he knows exactly what to do to steal my breath. To send me barreling toward the ledge.
“Hayes.” I can barely breathe.
His name is half whisper, half moan.
“I’m so close.” I gasp as he curls his fingers again.
There’s no swallowing the scream that follows. If it weren’t for the music, I don’t doubt the entire room would hear what we’re doing.
“Maybe I should be jealous.” He angles his head, watching me while continuing to fuck me with his fingers. “My brothers don’t deserve to see how pretty your face is when you come for me. But you’re too damn stunning to not show off, Emery. So let them see how I make you feel. Don’t be shy.”
His words are a balm to my soul.
A caress to my heart.
They’re a pleasure greater than sex. He appreciates me. He’s not scared of what I can be; he wants to see me flourish. He doesn’t want to hide me away; he wants to watch me fly.
People move all around, but it’s just us. His touch is only mine, and my heart is only his.
His green eyes fall to my mouth as my lips part in a moan. I don’t care who is watching or what they might whisper. I only need him.
Except, it’s not enough. I need everything.
“Hayes.” His name is a plea as I curl into him, barely holding on. “I need all of you.”
“We can go to my room.” He starts to pull back, and my fingers tighten on his cut.
“I don’t want to go anywhere,” I confess. “I want you to show me your world. Fuck me here.”
He doesn’t stop me when my hands move to his belt again. He doesn’t so much as blink as I slip it through the loops. It unlatches, and he watches as I move his zipper, sliding it down without hesitation.
His pants stay at his hips as I pull his cock out, stroking the thick length from root to tip.
“Fuck, Emery.” Hayes braces one hand on the wall when I do it again.
Eyes are on us now, even if my attention is on him. People at our sides can’t see much, but it’s clear what we’re doing. While I might have been embarrassed a month ago, it spurs me on. They can whisper about my husband’s past all they want. I’m going to show them he’s mine now.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He cups my jaw, tilting my face up. “And you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.” I stroke him again.
“Show them how lucky I am to have you.” His fingers run through my hair. “Spit on it.”
He loosens his grip so I can lean forward and spit onto his shaft. Once I do, he thrusts into my hand, meeting the pace of my strokes. This beautifully seductive man is at my mercy, and it’s the most intoxicating thing.
“Fuck me,” I say again, releasing his cock this time and tipping my head back against the wall.
Surrendering.
With the height of the barstool, I’m lined up perfectly as he strokes his cock between my spread legs.
“Hold on.” It’s the only warning he offers as he pins me to the wall, driving forward.
He steals my breath, meeting my hips in one strong thrust. There’s no easing into the delicious pain that shoots through me as I stretch for him. But when he rocks again, it turns to pleasure.
My arms wrap his neck, and I cling to my husband. It’s not gentle or sweet like when he takes me in bed. This is different. This is the club’s vice president, claiming what’s his for all to see.
The tether snaps, and he’s not discreet because of where we are. He fucks me just like I asked him to. His hands tug my ass to the edge of the barstool, and the angle has my head swimming. For a moment, I’m floating. Or is he holding me?
His fingers dig into my thighs as he moves me up and down his cock. My back slides against the wall with every thrust, and I accept in my heart that I will never be anyone else’s again.
“You look so good taking my cock.” He presses his lips to my forehead, thrusting deep. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
His confession is as evocative as his touch. The peak of my release is within sight. His whispers are a chant of promises. Of praise.
“You’re perfect.”
“You’re heaven.”
“You brought my heart to life.”
The words tingle in my toes. They flutter beneath my ribs.
My heart hammers so loudly, I can’t make out the song playing through the speakers. All I hear is Hayes’s admiration.
Maybe this is what falling in love feels like. It’s not falling at all. It’s a slow, steady climb up the grandest peak. It’s one person lifting another until they’re no longer in that pit where they can’t see over the side. They’re at the top of the tallest mountain.
Hayes stares into my eyes, and there is nowhere greater to go. Nothing caging me in. I’m his and I’m safe and I’m free.
My heels dig into the back of his legs as he thrusts forward. The barstool rocks beneath me, but his arms hold me tight, right where I’ve always belonged.
He lifts me higher, changing the angle, and I can’t hold back. I bury my face in his chest as my climax pulses. I sink my teeth into my lower lip, clenching as I ride through the waves. On the next pump of his hips, he’s following me over the ledge, his release filling my body.
It’s reckless, but I don’t care. He’s all I’ve ever wanted.
Hayes catches his breath as he comes down from the high with me. He braces the wall as if his legs threaten to give out if he let’s go. There’s something exhilarating about making a man like him go weak in the knees.
With the softest caress, he brushes the rogue strands from my cheek, letting his fingertips drift to my mouth before trailing down.
The path on my skin scorches like fire. There’s no doubt I’m a mess, and yet, he’s looking at me like I’m the most beautiful person in existence.
“Are you okay?” He pulls out, and I gasp, missing him the moment he leaves me.
He tucks himself away, adjusting my underwear back into place.
Maybe I should lie to him. But the tip of his nose meets mine, and the vulnerability in his eyes has my heart shredding open.
“I’m perfect so long as I’m with you.”