Grayson
After I made sure Emmalin was sound asleep, I reluctantly went to my office. I had shit to fuck up.
“How is she?”
I looked into the dark eyes of Ruska leaning against the window sill. Even with the darkness cascading around him, he looked scary as fuck. “She’s fine. She could be doing better. I guess happy endings are only for fairy tales.”
He smirked. “That’s the fucking truth.”
He was a hard ass, but I still saw the pain in his eyes from his wife leaving him. He cleared his throat. “We’ve recently been checking Dale out. He wasn’t the one that ran you off the road. In fact, he’s been laying low, as well as making frequent trips out of the country. The night of your attack, he was on his way to the airport.”
I stilled.
“Here’s pictures.”
I looked over the pictures Ruska laid in front of me. None of it made sense. “The cops are involved now, because of the crash, but there’s no description other than the type of vehicle that struck us. If Dale wasn’t the one, then that leaves Carson.”
Ruska eyed me carefully. “The stepbrother? We could always make him disappear. You, of all people, know that. That could’ve been done a long time ago.”
“But what if getting rid of him won’t get rid of the problem. If he’s working with someone before we find them, and they end up striking, then what? They fucking killed Tyler; who’s to say they won’t try to kill Emmalin next? I won’t fucking lose her.” I ran my hand through my hair, and faced the window, looking out into the black night. Everything seemed so calm down below. “I want him dead,” I said through gritted teeth. “But I can’t risk striking too soon. Not yet.”
If the cops got involved, they were going to start digging. They would start investigating Carson’s relationship with Emmalin, probing deeper and deeper, and the last thing I needed was for her to be forced to go down memory lane about her rape and abuse. This whole shit could open up a new investigation with the death of her stepfather, about how he really died, and she didn’t need that. She would get scared, and she would run.
“Fine. We’ll keep eyes and ears. If anything changes, then we move.” Ruska got up and left. I looked backed at the pictures of Carson. Should’ve been him in that fucking urn.
I woke up to a loud bang and immediately reached for Emmalin. Her spot was cold. I looked at the clock, seeing it was just after three in the morning. I sat up, when the bang happened again, and got out of bed. I headed for the living room, where Emmalin had the cushions flipped over. I rubbed my eyes as I approached her slowly.
“Emmalin.”
She looked up at me, continuing with whatever she was doing.
“Is everything okay?”
“I’m fine,” she answered brashly, as she started moving the sofa from against the wall, looking behind it, and then moving it back.
“What are you doing?”
She ignored me as she went to the other sofa and lifted up the cushions.
“You’re being very enthusiastic tonight, Emmalin. Perhaps you should have some water or something and sit down.” I gestured toward the chair.
“Perhaps you should leave me the hell alone. I said I was fine!”
My eyes narrowed into slits. I could feel my palm itching as I watched her move briskly around the room, looking for what? I hadn’t a damn clue, but I was ticking, and she was demolishing the fucking place. I took a deep breath and decided on another approach. “Can I help you find whatever you’re searching for?”
She crossed her arms, and not quite meeting my gaze, she shook her head no. She moved to walk past me, and I stepped in her way, backing her against the wall. “Do you need something?” I put my knee in between her thighs. “What do you need, Emmalin?” I growled in her ear. She hissed as I nipped her collar bone. “I know I can’t erase these past few days,” my hands unhurriedly roamed from her breasts, to her hips. “But I know your body. I know what you need. To come.”
She shivered as I sucked the column of her neck. “You’re wrong,” she whispered.
I continued my trail to the other side of her neck. “Am I? This body is mine. So I’ll take care of it.” I slid her pants down, taking her panties with them. Her eyes never leaving mine, I gently lifted her cami over her head, and she lightly shivered, letting out a soft sigh.
Her hands stilled on my shoulders. “I’m fine.”
I kissed her lips gently. “I know. You said that.” I bent down and took her nipple in my mouth and she let out a soft moan as she trembled beneath me. I trailed down her body, and I lightly grazed her clit, causing her to jump. I hooked one leg over my shoulder, and laid one arm across her stomach to hold her up as I toyed with her entrance, feeling it clench around my tongue. Fuck, I wanted to be inside her so bad. While I moved back up to her clit, I pulled my cock out to jerk off. If I wasn’t going to fuck her, I would at least follow behind her with my own release. Her hands dug in my hair as her breathing became labored. I sucked harder, and she yelled out a cry. If I hadn’t been holding her up, she would’ve fallen over. Hearing her pleasure is the best fucking sound in the world, and I made sure to lick up every delicious drop as I followed my release after her.
Once my breathing slowed, I slowly stood up, and she finally met my eyes. Tears were streaming down her face. She wrapped her arms around me, and I lifted her in my arms and took her to bed. After cleaning us up, I tucked her in my arms, and held her as she cried herself to sleep.