Chapter 32
Chapter Thirty-Two
BAYLOR
Standing on the porch with my oldest brother, I stare out at the darkness that is our land. I can’t see shit, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know exactly what it all looks like, because I do. It’s been my view my entire life, and I’ve got it memorized.
“It’s weird,” Beckett states.
Boone and Briggs have already left and are probably each with a girl for the night. A few months ago, I would have been gone, too, but this is where I belong now. This is what feels right, what feels good. I love Emily, and I don’t want to be anywhere else but at her side.
“What is?” I ask when he doesn’t continue.
“Tonight, this dinner. I imagined there would be some kind of tension, but I didn’t feel anything. I mean, it was awkward at first, but then it wasn’t.”
“Yeah?”
He chuckles, leaning to the side so his shoulder nudges mine. “Yeah, Baylor. I think Emily Brown is going to fit in just fine here. It’s going to take some time, but maybe it’ll work out.”
“Still demanding a prenup?” I ask, wondering if one night could change his viewpoint on that, though I highly doubt it.
Control is important to Beckett Cooper; as the oldest of four, he thinks he has to carry the burden of everyone’s shit. No matter how many times we tell him he doesn’t.
“Yeah, I think I am, but not because of anything she did.”
“Oh yeah? So why, then?”
I can tell he chooses his next words carefully, something that isn’t much like my brother; he usually just says whatever the fuck he wants and worries about consequences later—or doesn’t, because he doesn’t give much of a fuck.
“I’m thinking it might just be good practice.”
“Yeah?” I ask. “For everyone but you?”
He shrugs a shoulder, and I’m sure he’s going to have some shit to say about how Maisie is different, but isn’t that why I would even choose a woman? Because she is different than the others. He doesn’t respond to my question because he fucking knows.
“Emily is mine. However that looks to you, Beckett, that’s what she is. There won’t be a prenup, not unless there’s one for Maisie. I’m sorry, but that’s the way it’s going to be.”
There is a moment of silence, and then he lifts his arm and slides it around my shoulders before he pulls me against his side.
“Okay, Baylor. She’s the one then?”
“Emily is the only one there’s ever been.”
Burying my face in her pussy, I taste her, all of her. Savoring every second of her flavor on my tongue. Emily lifts her hips, searching for her release, and I let her do just that. She’s enjoying herself, and who am I to stop her? I’m nothing if not a gentleman.
She grinds her clit against my tongue, the room filling with the sweet little sounds of her climbing toward her release. I know she’s on the edge. I can tell by the little noises she’s making. I can taste it, too.
I’ve never been in tune with a woman before like I am with Emily. Even from the first time we were together a year ago, I knew it was different, special, and now I know why. She was meant for me.
Always has been.
I slip two fingers inside her, feeling her warm wetness against my fingertips. Keeping my tongue firmly focused on her clit, I don’t stop swirling, flicking, swirling, and flicking as my fingers pump in and out of her, curling inside her, making a come-hither motion with each and every pump.
Emily whimpers, but I don’t stop. Focusing on her clit, it doesn’t take me long to bring her to orgasm. Moments, seconds, whatever the case, she’s right there. Her body stills as she comes on my tongue, the taste of her flooding my mouth.
I love it.
Every single ounce of it. I swallow it down, wishing there were more. Wanting to do it again but also needing to feel her at the same time. Her fingers grip my hair tightly. Her legs tremble against my cheeks.
She’s there. I can taste it and feel it. My senses are on goddamn overload. Lapping up all of her release, I wait until her body stops pulsing—for her muscles to relax—before I turn my head to touch my lips to the inside of her thigh, then shift my body all the way up hers.
When she stops trembling, I align my cock with her center, knowing the moment I slip inside her, I’ll be in goddamn ecstasy. Because every time I’m inside her body, that’s exactly how it feels—ecstasy.
“Please,” Emily whispers. “I want to feel you.”
And I need to feel her. I want to give her everything she desires, but at the same time, I need her to answer some questions first. Call it insecurity, call it whatever you want, but I have to know.
I touch my mouth to hers, but I don’t deepen the kiss, at least not yet.
“Are you mine, Em?”
“Yes,” she answers immediately.
I smile against her lips. “Yeah, you are. Move in with me.”
Her breath hitches. I don’t bother waiting for her answer.
Slowly, I sink into her tight, wet heat. She shifts her legs back slightly, allowing me to slide farther inside her sweet cunt. I feel her shins press against my ribs, my head moving back slightly so I can look into her eyes when I’m inside her.
“I can’t…” she says, her words trailing off somewhere, maybe even into the abyss.
Wrong answer.
Rolling my hips, I grind my pelvis against her clit. She whimpers. I continue, making sure to continue with each downstroke. I can feel her pussy flutter around me each time, and I know she’s climbing again.
But she’s not going to come before I have my answer, even though I ache for her to fall over the edge again. I want to feel her pussy clamp down around me when she comes. And I want her to move in with me, too.
I want it all, and I’m going to get it. There’s no way around it. Emily is mine.
Her arms wrap around my back, her nails digging into my shoulders as I continue to move inside her. I touch my mouth to hers, and she gasps before I slip my tongue inside her mouth to taste her again.
I could be inside her and kiss her any minute of every single day. That’s just how good she feels, how good she makes me feel. She lifts her hips, meeting each downstroke with her own.
I groan against her lips, and she swallows the sound as I begin to truly move inside her, my hips thrusting hard and fast. I know she’s close to her second release, and I want to come with her.
“I’m close,” she whimpers against my lips.
I still want my answer. “Move in with me, Emily,” I grind out. She cries out, the sound easy for me to swallow as I keep my mouth against hers.
“I’m going to come.”
“Yeah, you fucking are, Em. Come all over me. I want your pussy to strangle me, claim me.” I’m using those words, but I flip them back to meet mine—claim.
I’m going to take her orgasm and mine as a yes to my move-in question, because I don’t think I can hold off either of us much longer.
“Oh god. Yes,” she cries as her body topples over the edge.
Every muscle in her body tenses as she comes. Her pussy strangles me as it starts to pulse around my length, milking every fucking ounce of cum from my balls.
“Squeeze me, Em. Show me how your pussy owns me.”
She moans, then whimpers before her cunt does exactly what I’ve asked—she squeezes me. Strangles me. I almost come immediately. My lower back tingles, my balls draw up, and I know I’m close.
I’m on the edge… teetering, but that doesn’t last long because I come. It’s hard and fast. It’s exhilarating, and I let it consume me.
I tried to hold out and maintain as much control as possible, but I can’t deny that I’m attracted to every single aspect of this woman.
Every single aspect.
Nuzzling her neck, I suck on the tender skin there as I pump in and out of her, hard and fast, chasing and extending my orgasm. When I have nothing left to give, only then do I pull out of her and lie beside her on the bed.
We’re both panting and trying to regain our breath when I feel her palm press against my chest. Tipping my chin down slightly, I look into her eyes as she gazes up at me, her lips curved up into a small smile.
“Were you serious?” she asks.
“About you moving in with me?”
Knowing that, to me, she’s as good as agreed to move in. She bites her bottom lip, worrying the soft, plump flesh there for a moment before she speaks.
“Yeah, that.”
I slip my finger beneath her chin and tip her head back slightly. Shifting my face forward, I touch my mouth to hers, but I don’t deepen the kiss. Instead, I talk against her lips.
“Move in with me, Em.”
I don’t know why, but I expect her to say no. Instead, she shocks the shit out of me by making me the happiest man in the world and says yes. I don’t know if I’ll ever ask her to marry me, but this is a major step.
This is the future—our future.