Chapter Fourteen
Digger picked Emmi up in his arms and carried her into the hallway and toward the stairs.
“The dishes…”
“Fuck the dishes. They can wait.”
“They’ll be a mess. That food will never come off.”
“Then I’ll fucking buy new ones.”
She laughed as he climbed the stairs. He’d left his bedroom door open earlier and now was glad he had, because he didn’t want to put her down until he placed her on the bed. Once he did, he crawled on top of her and kissed her again, slowly, one hand on either side of her beautiful face.
Her lush body underneath him fed his desire, until he swore he could feel the flames of it inside his veins. Digger sat back on his heels and brushed his hands over her tits. “This is a really pretty dress. Take it off.”
“Kinda hard to do when you’re on top of me.”
He lifted the hem and she sat up, then together they eased it over her head, and he tossed it on the floor. She wore matching blue bra and panties, with lace and little flowers all over them. They were so damn sexy he hated to take them off, but he wanted her naked so he could lick every square inch of her body.
While she removed her underwear and shoes, he practically tore off his clothes until they both were in their birthday suits. “That’s better.” He crawled on top of her again. “Now, where were we?”
He would never get enough of her mouth. Digger lingered there, enjoying her passionate kisses. She knew how to use her tongue. When he finally released the kiss, he trailed his tongue down to her tits, which were the most magnificent ones he’d ever seen, and he’d seen his share. But this was his Emmi. Nothing about her was less than perfect.
She writhed underneath him and moaned as he licked and sucked her dusky nipples. His dick was ready to burst, so he moved further down her curves and spread her legs to lick her sweet, wet pussy.
Her orgasm was powerful, and he felt like he could do no wrong watching her come. This was truly heaven. She was here with him, fucking him. It hadn’t only been the fact that he’d been stuck at her parents’ house during a blizzard. She’d come here tonight to have dinner, and now she was in his bed, her skin flushed from climax and her eyes all soft and filled with lust.
Digger brushed his hands up her body. “I want to fuck your gorgeous ass.” He’d been dreaming about it for a week straight.
“Okay.”
“Is there anything you don’t like to do in bed?” She was so willing!
“Um, well, I’m not into extreme pain or being tied up.”
“Fine with me.” Digger turned her over and brushed his hands over the mounds of flesh. “You have the sexiest ass I’ve ever seen.”
“I’m glad you think so.”
“Get on your hands and knees.”
After she did, he reached into the nightstand drawer and took out a box of condoms and a large bottle of lube. She eyed both and laughed. “Plan on using all of that?”
“Would you like me to?” He leaned over and gently bit her right ass cheek.
“That’s so sexy, Digger. You’re a lot of fun in bed. Very adventurous.”
If this was adventurous, he could only imagine how fucking boring her sex life with Sam had been, but decided not to say it. He was tired of dragging Sam into bed with them. Fuck Sam. He was in California, and Emmi was here. “I only want to make you happy.”
“You do make me happy.” She gazed at him over her shoulder with the tenderest look she’d given him yet, and he donned a condom rather than give into the urge to pump his fist in the air. That look was progress.
After wetting his fingers with a generous amount of lube, he eased them into her puckered hole. It was very tight. Too tight for her to be experienced at anal. He wanted to ask, but again, kept his mouth shut. “Are you okay with this?”
“Yes. It feels amazing. Sam tried once, but we didn’t use any lube and it was awful.”
“It is awful if you don’t use any. Much better this way.” Sam is a fucking idiot!
Digger removed his fingers and slid his cock into her asshole, moving as slowly as possible. He was ready to die. It was so fucking tight, and her soft moans made him insane with need.
Once he was finally in, he moved, but again he was cautious. Now that he knew, he wanted this to be an exciting experience for her so she’d be eager to repeat it. Digger moved one hand underneath to play with her clit, and that brought on louder moans and the added benefit of her pushing that perfect, round ass toward him. He wanted to gobble it up.
As he increased his speed, her moans turned into incomprehensible words. Her pussy was so wet his fingers against it made slurping noises. When she cried out, he slid two fingers inside her wet hole and smiled as the contractions from another climax milked his digits. Now he could come.
Digger thrust harder and deeper, grunting as his own orgasm drew near. It was so damn strong that spots danced before his eyes. When he finally finished, he pulled out and tossed the condom onto the floor. Then he gathered Emmi into his arms and held her close.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “That was amazing.”
“Everything with you is amazing.”
“I have a confession.”
He made a noise, struggling to stay awake. Fantastic fucking always made him sleepy.
“I thought I might have only fucked you because of the circumstances at my parents’ house. That’s why I agreed to come here tonight.”
That woke him up. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. But I was wrong. It’s just as wonderful tonight. Better, really, because I feel like I know you better now.”
“You mean because of all the questions you asked me?”
“Yes. That and seeing you in your place. Your home. You cook, you enjoy the same music I do, you have good taste, and you certainly know how to fuck.”
He propped himself up on one elbow and gazed down into her face. “We have more in common than you realize.”
“You’re right. We do. We share a lifestyle that most people are clueless about.”
Digger resisted the urge to pinch himself. Was this real? “What can I say to convince you we belong together?”
“It’s not a question of saying the right things, Digger.”
“Tell me what to do to help you get there.”
“Spending time with you is what I need. Away from my family.”
“I can do that.” His dick was hard again. No surprise there! Digger kissed her, moving her onto her back so he could slide his cock into her pussy. He took his time, and it was just as fucking amazing as banging her in the ass moments ago.
She still had to make up her mind, but that had been a done deal for him years ago.
It took a while to make her come, but once she did, he let go as well, and then gathered her into his arms again and drifted down into dreams. In them, Emmi lived here with him and they filled this massive condo with children and love.
****
Two days after the incredible dinner at Digger’s condo and the night they’d spent fucking each other’s brains out, Emmi was scrolling through her Facebook news feed and came across a picture that made her break out in a cold sweat.
A mutual friend she and Sam had once shared had posted a picture shared from Sam’s profile and tagged her in it. Sam had originally posted it one week after he left New York. Emmi hadn’t yet unfriended him, because other than the one text message she’d received, she had hoped he might contact her, and that included via Facebook. She’d been wrong about that, too.
And obviously she had missed this particular post early on, or she could have saved herself a lot of waiting.
The picture was of Sam, shirtless and obviously on the beach, with his arm around a skinny woman with long, blonde hair and wearing a bikini that left nothing to the imagination. The caption read, “Not missing home at all! And the reason is obvious.” Then he’d added a bunch of stupid emoji. The comments were even worse. They ranged from juvenile sexist remarks to questions about the band.
She stopped reading after a few moments, and sent a PM to the mutual friend, thanking her for the tag. The friend wrote back, asking if she’d seen the picture before today, and Emmi told her she had not.
“Then I’m glad I tagged you. You deserve to know he didn’t waste any time in missing you.”
A few weeks ago, this revelation would have devastated her. Emmi grinned until her face hurt to realize she didn’t give one fuck about the picture. She thanked the friend again and promptly blocked Sam. That should take care of that.
Obviously, she’d been right all along. He didn’t miss her, and he’d forgotten her as soon as the plane landed. Well, that was fine. Digger had been right. Sam was a boy. Whatever they had, it had never been love. It had never been the kind of passionate, mature commitment that Digger was ready to rush into with open arms.
Maybe it was time she do the same thing?
****
“You did not score tickets to that! Oh my God!” Emmi hoped her screams into the phone hadn’t hurt Digger’s ear, but she could hardly believe what he’d just told her. She’d wanted to see this Broadway show for over a year now.
“Not only tickets, but first row mezzanine tickets. No one in front of us, and we won’t miss a thing.”
“No way.”
“Way.”
She laughed. “Digger, I’m really impressed.”
“It was nothing. Do you want me to pick you up, or should we meet there?”
“We’ll meet there. Don’t drive all the way out here and then back into the city. You can drive me home the next morning.” Shivers ran down her spine as she pictured fucking him again in that beautiful condo. It had only been a week since she’d spent the night after the delicious dinner he’d cooked, and she missed him like crazy.
“That will be more than worth the wait.”
“I can’t wait either. I’ll talk to you later. Work beckons.”
After Emmi disconnected the call, she pretended to look busy on a brief she was writing, but her mind was still on the past couple of days. She hadn’t been home Saturday morning for three hours when flowers were delivered to the house, along with a note telling her how much fun he’d had.
The gesture practically sent her mother into wedding planning mode, but that didn’t bother Emmi at all. He also had texted and called her the day before, on Sunday. That was the same day she’d been tagged in the picture of Sam and Miss Skinny Ass.
But the thing was, the person she couldn’t stop thinking about was Digger. Not for one moment. Working today was difficult even though she could do this brief in her sleep, because she only wanted to be with him.
Her mother’s question came back to her several times. The one she’d asked when Emmi told her she wasn’t in love with Digger. “Are you sure?” Emmi wasn’t quite ready to answer it, but she certainly felt differently toward him now than she had a few weeks earlier.
And that was a good feeling. A really good feeling.