Kiro's Emily

I began to tremble and shake. I was going to explode. Hearing her talk about my fucking come inside her was too much. “I’m gonna fucking come now if you don’t stop,” I warned her.

“Oh, God, I want to feel it.” She moaned and held me tightly to her. “I want it so bad.”

That was it. With Emily’s legs wrapped around my waist, I shouted her name and then followed it with a “Fuuuuuuuuck!” as I released inside her. She cried out my name over and over, telling me she could feel it as she came apart in my arms.

The idea that she could be pregnant didn’t even scare me. I wanted it. I fucking wanted her bound to me so she couldn’t get free. I would never let this woman go. She was mine. I’d do anything to keep her.

Emily

After two weeks of living with Kiro, I realized I was never going to actually work for him. He wasn’t going to allow it. He kept me in his room, and when we left his room, he never took his hand off me. We watched movies in his theater, and we ate together in his kitchen.

He had two interviews he had to go to, and both times he had taken me. He didn’t let me out of his sight. Even when they were filming him, he demanded that I be directly in his line of vision. I could see the way people looked at me. They were curious and confused. Especially the women.

I wasn’t special in their eyes. Why was Kiro ignoring them and so obsessed with me? I wondered the same thing. I actually said so to the one female who had been ballsy enough to say it to my face. She’d been a model from one of the band’s previous music videos. It was obvious they had slept together from the way she acted around him.

When I had turned away so I wouldn’t have to see her pressing her chest against him and whispering in his ear, he was by my side instantly, kissing my face and saying that I was it for him. His angel.

Things like that kept me from getting jealous of the way women wanted him. I accepted that this would always be the case. He was Kiro. Women loved him. But Kiro loved me.

The day my period had started, Kiro had actually seemed upset. As if he had been wanting me to get pregnant from that one time we hadn’t been able to stop ourselves. I got the shot, and we were able to start having unprotected sex right away once my period was over.

The idea that he was marking me each time he came in me made him even more of a caveman. He loved knowing I was just his, and I loved knowing he wanted me. Because I loved him. With everything I had, I loved this man. And because I loved him, I was going to help him.

Starting with his son. He needed to know his kid, and he also needed to make sure Georgianna had a paternity test done. Because if she was, in fact, carrying his child, he needed to know.

Watching Dean with Rush made me want that so much for Kiro. So I had done some research and asked Margie a few questions. Then I’d called Mary Ann, the mother of Kiro’s son.

Kiro had gone to the band’s basement studio to work on a new song, and they had all requested that I stay upstairs so Kiro would be focused. I convinced him I needed a nap, but not before I had to shove him out the door of his bedroom. He hadn’t been happy about it, but I needed time alone. To call Mary Ann.

She was nothing like I expected. She was a girl from Texas who had made the mistake of sleeping with Kiro to get over a heartbreak. It was a one-night thing, and she was ashamed of herself when it was over. She had hoped she would never have to see him again and didn’t expect to until she found out she was pregnant. The condom had broken, but she said Kiro had pulled out. Apparently not soon enough.

We talked for an hour. I liked her a lot. When the call ended, she agreed to allow Kiro and me to come visit Mase. Their son. I just had to persuade Kiro first.

The next morning, when Kiro woke up, I was sitting on the bed next to him watching him. He grinned up at me with that sexy little smirk of his and stretched his arms over his head. The muscles flexed, and my body tingled. I liked it when he did that, and he knew it. The man used any means he could to keep me in bed with him.

“We need to talk,” I said, before he reached for me and I forgot what I was going to say.

“I need your pussy,” he replied, as he slid his hand over my thigh and pulled me to him.

“No,” I said, scooting back. “First we need to talk,” I repeated. I meant it this time. We were talking about his son.

“If we talk, can I eat your sweet cunt after?” he asked with hooded eyes, as I fought back a tremble. He knew that anytime he wanted to kiss me down there, I was willing and ready. I had proven that when I spread open for him on the bar in the kitchen two days ago.

“Kiro, I’m serious.”

He leaned up and licked a trail up my neck to my ear. “Angel, I’m always serious about licking your pussy.” God, this man!

“It’s about your son,” I blurted out before he made me forget.

Kiro froze.

“I talked to Mary Ann. She said we could come visit Mase. Or just you. Whichever you prefer. But she’s open to you seeing Mase and having a relationship with him.”

Kiro slowly leaned away from my neck and directed his gaze toward the window. He wasn’t looking at me. His jaw was clenched tightly. I knew there was a good chance that calling Mary Ann was pushing too hard. That he’d be furious. But I loved him, and I wanted him to look back one day and be proud of the life he lived. He was a star in the world’s eyes, but I wanted him to be a star in his own eyes.

“Why would you do that?” he asked, his voice tight.

“Because I love you, and I want you to know your son. I will be with you every step of the way. I will stand by you, but the man I know . . .” I reached out and put my hand over his heart. “This heart is a beautiful thing. And I know you want to know your son. You can’t tell me you don’t. I won’t believe you.”