Chapter Twenty-Five
Emily
It didn’t feel as eerie to be in Rhett’s house alone as it had before, although I had to admit that knowing that my father was probably making the move on Rhett’s mother was a little less than ideal. If things went between them the way they seemed to be going between Rhett and me, there would be a lot of confusion down the line, but I made myself stop thinking of that as soon as Rhett began to kiss me, his hands trailing over my body almost as soon as he got the door closed and locked behind us.
I was definitely high on the victory we’d achieved, and even before Rhett had asked me to stay, I’d been trying to work out a way to justify the two of us being alone—somewhere, anywhere—long enough to properly celebrate what we’d managed to accomplish together.
I felt like I was physically hungry for Rhett—like I’d put myself on some kind of diet, while we’d both been busy, and now I was having my cheat day. I kissed him eagerly, letting my hands move over his body, feeling out the contours and ridges of muscle rippling under his skin, through the fabric of his clothes.
We gradually moved through the living room toward the stairs, and it became obvious to both of us that we wouldn’t be able to keep going like we were while navigating the stairs. Rhett kissed me again, as hungrily as ever, and then before I could figure out what he was about to do, he lifted me up easily off of my feet and into his arms.
I let out a surprised squeak as he started carrying me up the stairs, as easily as if I was a sack of sugar. I giggled as he moved up the steps. Finally, we made it up to the second floor of the house, and Rhett didn’t bother putting me down; instead he just made a beeline for his bedroom, and I had to admit it was more than a little thrilling to be carried through the hall by a big, strong man who I was about to have sex with.
He laid me down on the bed and we picked up where we’d left off, pawing at each other like horny teenagers and kissing again and again. Since his mom was gone for the night, we both knew we could take our time, but in that moment I was pretty sure neither of us really wanted to. Bit by bit, we managed to get each other’s clothes off, tossing them away and across the room without either of us paying any attention at all to where they ended up, until I was down to my bra and panties and Rhett was in nothing more than his jockey shorts. I was almost shaking from how turned on I was, eager to get to the main event—but at the same time I was loving the feeling of being close to him, just touching each other and teasing.
Our touches became more and more urgent, until we were almost ripping each other’s underwear off to get at the parts we wanted the most. I stroked Rhett eagerly, feeling the thick hardness of him, eager to have him inside me—and he was just as eager, his fingers sliding along my slick folds, finding my pleasure center and rubbing there to send crackling jolts of heat through my body. We nibbled and nipped each other’s lips as we both struggled to hold onto the moment when neither of us wanted to wait any longer.
Finally, neither of us could stand it anymore. Wordlessly, our heavy breathing filling the room, we shifted around on the bed. Rhett’s hand moved away from my mound to guide the tip of his erection up against me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled my hips against his as he thrust into me, filling me up all at once. Even though we’d had sex several times before, I still marveled at how thick and hot he felt inside of me, at the fact that he seemed to fit perfectly, to the point where if he was even a little bit bigger it wouldn’t feel good anymore. We started moving together, finding our rhythm and letting our hands wander over each other’s bodies, touching and exploring.
I kissed every bit of Rhett’s body that I could reach with my lips, feeling the tension mounting deep down between my hips as we picked up speed, locked together in a rhythm that neither one of us could have avoided even if we had wanted to. Rhett reached down between our bodies, holding himself up above me on one arm, and I cried out as he began to stroke and rub my little bead of nerves, sending more of those hot sensations through my body.
All at once the tension between my hips snapped, and wave after wave of pleasure washed through me. I clung to him as if I was drowning, as if he was the only solid thing in the entire world, pushing my hips mindlessly to keep taking him. His entire body went hard with tension as well. I could feel it in his shoulders, feel it in the way he twitched inside of me, pushing deeper into my soaking wet, hot depths as my climax shattered through me again and again.
I was almost completely spent by the time Rhett came. He groaned against my neck and then my lips as he pounded into me hard and fast a few more times. As he reached his climax, I managed to find the ability to hit the peak again, and I moaned out over and over, giving in to the pleasure that washed through me.
I wasn’t sure when we’d finally come to a stop, but sometime later I came back to myself, drifting in the aftermath. I shivered as hot-and-cold flashes of sensation flowed through my nerves, lighting up my blood so that I was pretty sure I might actually glow in the dark if we turned off the lights. Rhett held me close where he’d finally settled on the bed, one arm coiled around my waist, and I felt so good—so thoroughly pleased, so completely safe and giddily happy—that I couldn’t entirely believe that I’d ever considered giving up that closeness after the first time Rhett and I had had sex.
“Did you fall asleep?” I murmured.
Rhett opened his eyes and shook his head. “Just resting my eyes,” he said with a smile. “And waiting for you to regain full consciousness.”
I rolled my eyes and grinned. “It’s your fault,” I told him.
“I think we both share blame for how good that sex was,” he said, pulling me tighter.
I shrugged, accepting his argument. I felt too good to even play at fighting him over who deserved the most credit—or blame—for the intense orgasms we’d enjoyed.
“So, it would appear that I am going to be spending lots of time around Mustang Ridge,” I said, remembering what Dad had suggested as we’d been leaving the town council meeting.
“It might actually be a good idea for you to rent a room—ask your dad to pay for it. In town, here, of course,” Rhett said.
I pouted at him. “Do you mean to tell me that your mother wouldn’t let me take the guest room here?”
“Well, if you were staying at my house, I would insist on you sleeping right here,” Rhett said, poking the mattress underneath us. “In this bed, with me.”
“You don’t think your mom would have a problem with that?” Rhett snorted.
“Considering I’m pretty sure she’s going to hook up with your dad at least for a little while,” Rhett said, “I don’t think she’ll have much room to criticize.”
I cringed a bit at that, knowing it was true. Happy as I was for my dad, I didn’t much enjoy the prospect of seeing Dad in the mornings-after.
“I seriously hope that either he convinces your mom to move to Houston, or that he gets us a place here, and we’ll just...avoid the obvious morning after implications,” I said.
Rhett chuckled. “We’ll figure it out.”
I thought about it for a moment and then nodded my agreement. After all, considering what we had managed to accomplish so far—and everything that had been stacked against us—I didn’t think that anything could ever be impossible for Rhett and me. It would be months before the project was done, and in that time I was pretty sure we’d figure out all the other details of a life together. After all, we’d already solved the biggest ones.
“I actually think it might be good for us to get out of the city,” I said. “Maybe set up a new headquarters somewhere in between here and Houston, with some cheap real estate.”
“You like the country life, then?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.
I grinned at him. “I could get used to it.”
And with that, Rhett covered my body with his once more and started showing me exactly what kind of benefits a country life might provide, leaving no room for any further discussion.
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How it all started...
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