Chapter Nine
As Digger slipped his swollen dick into her pussy again, Emmi moaned loudly and wrapped her arms and legs around him. Sex with him was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. It was intense, heady, and completely satisfying. She’d never been so fucking turned on, and she’d never come so easily or so many times. What she’d told him about that was true.
“You’re so beautiful.” He cupped her breasts as he fucked her, slowly, pushing all the way in before pulling out again. It was exquisite torture.
“That feels wonderful.” Which was hardly an adequate word for it. She had no real words for it, because the sensation transcended anything in her reality to date. All this time, he’d been right here, waiting for her.
He pulled out and stayed there, gazing up and down her body as if it was a work of art in a museum. Emmi resisted the urge to cross her arms over her abdomen. He must have sensed the change in her, or he was a fucking mind reader, because he frowned slightly.
“Don’t cover yourself up. You’re gorgeous. Don’t you know that?”
“I’m too fat in the middle. And on my legs. And on my back.”
“What is it with women?” He trailed his tongue between her breasts and across her abdomen. “No man wants to fuck a stick. Take my word for it, Emmi.”
“Sam was always on me to lose weight.” She hadn’t meant to say it. It simply slipped out automatically. Emmi nearly clamped a hand over her mouth. “You know what? I’m sorry. I don’t want to talk about him again.”
But Digger’s gaze turned dark and serious. “We should talk about him. Not him, specifically, but how he made you feel. Have you really told anyone? I mean all of it?”
She had to swallow hard against the sudden rush of emotion. “No.” Emmi had been raised not to dwell on things, especially things out of one’s control. Her father didn’t believe in living in the past, and had raised his daughters not to, either. He didn’t believe in having regrets.
But that was easy to say and very difficult to put into practice, when the person causing the regret had hurt you, not the other way around.
Digger’s tongue made a quick pass over each upper thigh. “Sam is a fucking asshole for saying anything to you about your weight. I think you’re perfect.” He cupped her face again as he slid his dick back inside her pussy. Emmi gasped at the rush of desire coursing through her body. The fact that he didn’t move only enhanced her need to be fucked, and fucked hard.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Inside and out. Please don’t change a thing about yourself. Not unless you want to change it for you, not for me.”
She had no words. So instead she lifted her head and pressed her lips against his. Now he moved. Not only did he fuck her, faster this time, but he shoved his tongue into her mouth and kissed her like there was no tomorrow. Emmi moaned into his open mouth and wrapped her limbs tighter around his hard body, drawing him further inside.
He fucked her like a runaway train, groaning and grunting as he thrust in and out. Each pass massaged her sore clit until yet another orgasm crashed over her. She didn’t care if she couldn’t walk tomorrow. This was worth it. Every second of his dick inside her was sheer joy. She never wanted it to end.
When he came, he moved slowly, as if he, too, wanted to extend this as long as possible. Even when it was obvious he’d finished, they still lay there, slick bodies pressed together, breathing heavily, holding each other. Tiny contractions continued fluttering inside her pussy, sending shivers down her spine with each wave. Emmi had never imagined sex could be like this.
Sure, she and Sam had both been virgins at first, but even after all those years together, it had never even come close to what she’d just shared with Digger. She was no fool, and knew he’d likely been with dozens of women by now. But that didn’t bother her because the one woman he wanted beyond sex was her. Only her.
But was that enough to sustain a relationship? Could fantastic, mind-blowing sex erase what he did for a living? Would it help her accept the person he was?
When Digger rose to use the bathroom, a profound sadness overcame her. She must be a rotten person and not realize it. What else could explain this? She’d given Sam twelve years of her life and her virginity. She believed they’d always be together. She’d been dead wrong.
The man who would move heaven and earth to be with her had been waiting in the wings the entire time. And now he was here, in her room, and had just fucked her like she’d never imagined possible. But she still wasn’t convinced they’d ever be together in the way he wanted.
It was a cruel cosmic joke that had brought her here. Either that, or she really was a horrible human being and this was the punishment for it.
It’s only sex. Except it wasn’t only sex. Digger had a side to him she’d never really seen before today. A playful side that had seduced her mind as well as her body with witty humor. Plus, the man must have more patience than any human being alive.
After he returned, she went into the bathroom so she could try to collect her thoughts and figure this out. But really, what was there to work out? Either she could put aside her hatred of all he stood for, or she could not. She was able to put it aside for her family. Why couldn’t she do it for him? It boiled down to that point and nothing more.
But how could she do it? She had no frame of reference here. There were no guidebooks on the subject. There was no one she could talk to. Her sisters hadn’t married hitmen. And if she went to her parents with this, she already knew what they’d say.
All her friends had also been Sam’s friends, and most of them were keeping their distance right now because it was awkward for them. Emmi understood that. She’d react the same way. And, it’s not as if she could call one of them, invite them out for lunch, and tell them a family friend who also happened to be a contact killer was deeply in love with her, had seduced her, and now she was conflicted over how to get past that tiny detail about his life.
Secrecy about who they were and how they lived was ingrained in Emmi. It was an integral part of her entire being. Even Sam had no clue what her father actually did. With Digger, she’d never have to pretend. And she also would never escape it.
That’s what Sam had been to her. A chance to escape this legacy. To distance herself from it. To not pass it onto her children. She was going to law school in order to practice far away from her father’s business associates one day. If she gave Digger what he wanted, the lifestyle would continue, no matter where she ended up practicing law.
Was she fated to be this person, regardless? Was that why this had happened today? Was it more than giving into hormones and a horrible sense of loneliness? There were no answers, and she’d been in here too long. He’d come looking for her.
When Emmi emerged, Digger lay on the bed, lazily stroking his erect cock. My God, he was fucking gorgeous! Dark hair dusted his legs and chest, including a trail down his abdomen. Muscles adorned every damn inch of him. What the hell did he see in her? He could have any woman on the planet. She’d always thought him incredibly good-looking, no doubt about it. But there was a person underneath that handsome, rugged face and that perfect body. A person who wanted her, and only her.
“Looks like you’re ready again.” It was a lame thing to say, but her brain seemed to have gone soft. Emmi sauntered toward him, enjoying the sight of his hand sliding up and down that long, thick shaft. Her nipples tingled, and her pussy grew wet again. What supernatural power did this man hold over her that she was able to respond to him so easily, despite her misgivings?
And why the fuck was she questioning it?
“I’m always ready, Emmi. You might as well brace yourself for that now.” He sat up and reached for her, pulling her down on top of him, one leg on each side. “We’re going to fuck often. We’re going to fuck hard. We’re going to fuck in every way possible.”
She moaned softly as he grasped her breasts, kneading the flesh in strong hands. He rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, sending tiny jolts of electricity straight to her throbbing clit. Emmi buried her face against his neck and kissed his skin.
“Oh, that feels so fucking good,” he said.
“Everything you do to me feels good, Digger.”
“That’s all I’ve ever wanted to hear.” He lifted her up by the hips and lowered her pussy over his cock, easing her back down until he was all the way in.
It hurt a bit at first, but in a few seconds, as he slowly moved in and out, there was no pain. Only the now-familiar sensation of being filled to the brim and totally satisfied. She moved one hand to her clit, rubbing in time to his thrusting, and moaned loudly when another climax began to build.
“That’s it,” he whispered, nuzzling her neck. “That’s my girl. Jesus Christ, Emmi. I can’t get enough of you.”
No words were possible. Emmi was lost in the emotions and the feel of his body against hers as he fucked her faster now. The hair on his chest tickled her breasts, torturing her nipples with the sweet sensations. He held onto her hips and fucked her until she didn’t think she could stand one more second of it.
When her orgasm exploded, he cried out, too, and she swore she felt the contractions of his own climax deep within her. He kissed her, rough and messy, but that only added to her arousal. When he moved her off him she wasn’t done. She wanted more.
Emmi had never been assertive when it came to sex, but something about Digger made her bold. She licked his chest, tentatively running her tongue over his nipples. If it felt like heaven when he did that to her, surely it would feel as good for him.
“Oh fuck.” He grasped her hair and pulled her head closer to his chest.
Yeah. He liked it. So she did it a bit more before moving down his abdomen, following that dusting of hair to his dick. When she licked the tip, Digger swore under his breath again.
“God, woman. Please don’t stop.”
Emmi got on her knees and bent over, licking up and down the length of his cock, massaging his balls with one hand, until he was rock hard again. “I had no idea someone your age could get hard again so quickly.”
“Excuse me?”
She giggled at the look on his face, and at the tone in his voice. “You heard me.”
Before she could return to licking him, he shocked the hell out of her by pulling her over his knees and delivering three very hard smacks to each ass cheek. Emmi yelled, but at the same time, her entire body came alive with desire. Holy fuck!
“That was for your smart-ass comment.”
“I was joking.”
“I know that, but it was still a bad girl thing to say.”
She twisted her head around and nearly came at the wicked humor in his dark eyes. “It was, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah. Very.” His eyes shone with so much lust she moaned softly. “Maybe you need more swats before you learn your lesson?” His voice came out gruff, as if he needed to clear his throat.
“Maybe I do.” Her own voice sounded smoky and sexy. Emmi bit her lip as another moan made its way up. She’d never felt this way. Not even close. Digger was the sexiest man she’d ever met, and she couldn’t wait to see where this went.