The first brush of her fingers over my stomach made all thoughts leave my mind. Her touch was hesitant at first, but when I groaned my approval she grew more courageous. When her fingers drifted lower, touching my aching dick, I nearly wept from the pleasure. I covered her fingers, cupping them around my shaft to encourage her not to stop.
Her grip tightened and I had to clench my jaw to keep from exploding then and there. Her strokes grew bolder. Her fingertips spreading proof of my arousal over the head of my cock, teasing me to the point of madness. With a growl I grasped her waist and rolled us until I was lying on my back and she was straddling my waist.
This was my favorite position. I wanted to watch her, see the desire crossing her face as she rode me. I wanted those tits bouncing while she took me deep into that hot little pussy, over and over again. “Take me inside you, Em.”
She lifted onto her knees until she could take the tip of my dick inside of her. The feel of her heat on me made me curse. The first stroke down had me seeing stars it was so good. She was tight, wet, and on fire for me. When she stopped half way I nearly cried out and pulled her the rest of the way down. Concern filled me and I grasped her hips. “You okay?”
Emmie licked her lips. “Yeah …” She was panting, sweat beading on her forehead. “Just savoring this.”
My fingers tightened. “It feels amazing, doesn’t it baby?”
“Yes,” she breathed, her eyes rolling back into her head as she took another inch of me deeper. “So, so good. Gods, Nik! Ah…”
Her inner walls clenched around my shaft, alerting me to her approaching orgasm. I wanted to feel it so bad. Cupping her with one hand, I used my thumb to rub across her clit, driving her closer to the edge. “Yes!” she cried. “Yes, please.”
Her walls clenched around me harder, making my balls tighten as my own release neared. It was mind-numbingly good. I wasn’t even completely inside of her, had yet to even thrust my hips once, but I was hanging on the edge of a release that promised to shoot me to the stars. It was too good, too perfect to be real.
The instant I felt her release gushing down my dick, flooding over my balls, I erupted. With a shout of her name, I emptied deep inside of her hot pussy.
Chapter 12
Hope
I woke with the world’s most perfect ass snugly resting against my dick. I had one hand full of Emmie’s tits and the other over the life we had created together four months ago.
In other words, I woke up in paradise.
When she shifted slightly and her breathing changed I knew that she was awake, and I gave in to the need to kiss her neck. “Morning, baby. How did you sleep?”
“If I said that it was the best night’s sleep I’ve ever had would you believe me?”
Her answer brought a smile to my lips. “Yes. It was one of the best night’s sleep I’ve ever had too.”
She turned in my arm. “One of the best?”
Her irritation made me even happier. If she was jealous, even a little, then there was hope for us. Biting back a smile, I nodded. “Yep.”
Those big, beautiful green eyes narrowed on me. “What were the other ones?”
Despite my efforts to fight it, I couldn’t contain my happy grin. “Let me see… a few weeks ago when you crawled in beside me on the bus. When you couldn’t sleep last year and we spent the night in my hotel room just talking until I fell asleep…” I shrugged. There were countless other nights that I could remember sleeping peacefully, only because she had been right beside me all night long. “All of them seem to involve you sleeping in my arms.”
Her brow relaxed, a sure sign that I was out of danger. “I don’t know why I keep you around sometimes, mister.”
I laughed, happy to my core, as I gazed down at her. “Let’s grab a shower, baby. I’m starving.” If we didn’t get out of bed now, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to keep my hands off her for long. Even after spending most of the night making love to her, I was still hungry for more. I prayed to all of Emmie’s gods that I would always want her this much.
I heard her stomach growl and grinned down at her. “How about some bacon?” I loved that she had developed a craving for one of my favorite breakfast foods. Our kid was more like me than Emmie so far, and it made my heart fill with love.
She laughed. “I’m going to end up hating bacon before this is all over.”
After breakfast, which we ate alone because the guys were still in bed, I took Emmie shopping. If she wanted sexy new clothes, then I was going to get the pleasure of watching her try them all on. Of course I was pretty clueless as to where to take her, and Emmie was stubborn about not wanting over the top designer brands.
We ended up at the mall. Not my best idea. A truth that became blatantly obvious to me as soon as we stepped into American Eagle. A sales girl that barely looked old enough to be working there screamed, and I felt Emmie jerk beside me. The girl attracted attention and soon I was surrounded by females ranging in age from fifteen to forty.
This was the norm, and I had gotten used to it over the years. Someone recognized me, especially a girl, and everything else stopped. I laughed, more annoyed than flattered, because I had only wanted to spend the day with Emmie.
By the time I untangled myself from the group, I found Emmie had disappeared on me. What the fuck? Why would she just run off on me like that?
Muttering a curse, I pulled out my phone and called her. It rang three or four times before it suddenly went to voicemail, telling me that she had diverted my call on purpose. I glanced around, trying to spot her in the crowd. “Em?” I called her name.
I had searched the entire first floor of the mall before getting the security staff to help. I was going out of my mind. Emmie didn’t just go off without a word. If she was mad at me, she wouldn’t have wasted a minute in telling me to my face, so I knew there had to be something else wrong. Fear of not being able to find her chilled my heart.
For a brief second I imagined the beating I would get if I had to return home without Emmie. Jesse sure as fuck wouldn’t hold back from breaking something valuable this time around, and Drake and Shane would make sure I begged for mercy before finishing me off. But that didn’t matter. It was my own sanity I feared for if I didn’t find Emmie. I was nothing without her.
The second floor was producing nothing, and I was starting to reach my breaking point. My throat ached and I was fighting both tears and rage. How dare she just wonder off? She wasn’t a kid anymore. For fuck’s sake, she should act more mature than playing hide and seek with me in a busy ass mall.