I’d never wanted a woman as much as I wanted Emery. The look in her eyes as she smiled up at me, her pale skin completely on display, her sweet little pussy I’d finally gotten to make mine. All of it added up to a treat designed solely for me. The ultimate indulgence. And I was ready to gorge myself on her.
“You think you’re ready for my cock now, sweet girl?” I palmed myself over my pants before finally unfastening my jeans. “I’m going to fill you up so good. Gonna make you take every drop when I come inside you.”
Emery rolled onto her side, her tits shaking with the effort. Fucking tease. “I’m not ovulating yet, though.”
“So?” I couldn’t help the way my lips turned up as she watched me strip, as she stared while I tugged my shirt over my head and pushed my pants down my legs, leaving my boxer briefs in place. For now. I ran my hand over my cock and shot her my best grin, adding a wink so she’d know I was egging her on. “I think it’s the perfect time for a little deep dicking.”
Her snorted laugh only made her that much hotter. “How can you make something like that sound sexy?” She lifted her leg, pointing her toes as if reaching for me. My girl shouldn’t be making so much effort.
I grabbed her ankle and yanked her down the mattress. Brought her foot up to my lips and kissed the arch like a fucking gentleman. “Everything about you is sexy to me, even that adorable snort you do when you’re trying not to laugh. Maybe it’s a reflection you see.”
Her smile softened, her muscles relaxing. “You’re so sweet. But it’s still not the right time for me to get pregnant. We don’t have to…today.”
“No, we don’t.” I nibbled up the length of her calf, crawling onto the mattress so I could keep moving over her body. “But I said we were going to practice, and I’m nothing if not thorough. We’re going to have this sex thing mastered by the time you’re fertile and ready to ride me for a chance at a baby.”
Emery bit her lip, her smile pulling tight against her teeth, curling into herself. Making me grin with her apparent happiness. But that smile quickly turned into a yawn, and I pushed up to give her room to breathe.
“You tired, baby?”
She scrunched her nose. “A little. It’s been a long week.”
“A long week working for that suited-up jackass.” I ran my hand up her arm until I cupped her cheek. “You work a lot, and he asks too much of you. This isn’t the first time I’ve seen you yawning and looking exhausted since you started with him.”
“I get paid very well to work that much.” Em turned her head to kiss my palm, but I noticed her eyes darting to the clock on the nightstand. Noticed her sudden distraction. “And Mr. Huntley’ll be calling tonight to go over his schedule for tomorrow.”
Fucking Huntley. Why he felt the need to call her at all when she wasn’t in the office was beyond me, but whatever. I’d be the one rubbing her feet as she talked to him. I’d be the one with my face in her pussy before she hung up. From now on, I was the man in her life. Not her fucking boss who assumed he owned her every hour of the day.
The thought of the man made my temper rage. “He always call you when you’re off the clock?”
“I don’t get paid hourly, which means I’m there whenever he needs me.”
“I don’t like it.”
“What if I said I didn’t like you running into burning buildings and risking your life?” Her sass—evidenced in her arched eyebrow and clipped words—was back in force. The girl had me. Sort of.
“You wouldn’t ask me to quit. You like the uniform too much.”
“You’re right.” She smiled softly again, running her hands up my arms. “And you wouldn’t ask me to quit either, because you know how much I enjoy it.”
Damn it, she tricked me with that one. Looking all sweet but going in for the kill on the argument. I should have known my disapproval wouldn’t have changed her mind. She was stubborn, my Em. But I had one more card to play…
“I still don’t like you working so much.” I ran a hand over her belly, making sure the tips of my fingers brushed along the top of her pussy. Making sure to keep my face serious. “You’re going to be so tired once I get my baby inside you.”
Em brightened, every inch of her lighting up as if the thought of carrying a baby—my baby—made her happier than she’d ever been. I’d do anything to keep that look on her face, that joy in her soul. Anything at all.
“But you’ll be here to help me.” Her words came out tentative, almost nervous, and her eyes held questions she seemed afraid to ask. “Right?”
Oh hell, there was no fucking way my girl was going to doubt me. Not ever. I’d make sure of it with more than words, but words were what she needed right then.
“Goddamn right, I will. I’ll make sure you’ve got everything you need.” I pulled her against my chest and rolled us to the side, my need for her overridden by the way her eyes drooped. By the yawning she couldn’t seem to control. Once she rested almost on top of me, I stroked a hand down her hair and tangled our legs together. “Why don’t you take a nap, Em? You’re so tired.”
“But you’re still so…” With another yawn, she slipped a hand between us, running a single finger along my leaking, aching cock. “Hard.”
I chuckled against her neck, biting softly before pulling away to kiss her ear. “I’ve been hard for you for like a year, sweet girl. I can wait a few more hours.”
She grumbled something, but with her pressed against my chest, I couldn’t hear the words. That was fine—it only took a few minutes for her breathing to settle into a quiet rhythm, for her body to go limp. She needed her rest, and I needed to know she was safe in my arms.
I never wanted to let her go.
* * *
The golden light of a sunset burned my closed eyes, pulling me from sleep just as much as the painful ache in my balls. Emery was wrapped up in my arms, her face against my chest, her thigh thrown over my hip. Warm and open to me. Comfortable.
I wanted to be used for more than her comfort.
I slipped a hand between us, beneath the boxer briefs I wore, stroking my hard cock from base to tip, unable not to. Something about her all sleepy and snuggly spoke to me, made me want to protect her, while at the same time made me want to rut her biteable ass right through the mattress. Em was fire and ice, smart and sexy while still looking like the girl-next-door fantasy. And I needed her to be mine.
I kept my eyes on her pouty lips as my hand moved up my length. Kept my thoughts on what it would feel like to slide between them and fuck her pretty face. Would she take me deep? Would she gag trying to fit me in her mouth? I wasn’t a small man in any sense, and she was such a tiny thing in comparison. A thought that shot depraved images right into my head. Pictures of all the ways I could give her pleasure, all the kinky-as-fuck positions I could twist her body into so I could watch her fall apart. I bit my lips and rubbed harder, so close already. Desperate to come on some part of her, to mark her.
On an upward stroke that almost made my eyes roll back in my head, Emery shifted enough for the backs of my fingers to pass over her pussy. Her very hot, very wet pussy. I bit my lip and groaned, going for another stroke. Loving her little mew of pleasure as I passed over her clit.
Needing to hear more of those before I even thought about finishing myself off.
I slipped down the mattress, using my body to keep her legs spread as I rolled her onto her back. She’d liked it when I ate her pussy earlier; I could only hope me waking her with my mouth on her clit wasn’t going to be a problem. Truthfully, I hoped it made her scream my name so all her neighbors could hear, but we’d get to that. It might take me a few more times to learn where to touch, what strokes she liked. Exactly how much pressure to put on her clit to get that sort of reaction. I was willing to put in the work to learn. I’d always been an excellent student.
Emery shifted a little as I settled between her spread thighs, mumbling in her sleep. My beautiful girl looked so peaceful, so at rest. I’d have said I hated the thought of waking her up at all, but that would be a lie. I wanted her to get some sleep, but I also wanted her to grab hold of my hair and ride my face until she came.
The second want won.
I didn’t go easy like some chump trying to tease her awake. I dove right in, spreading her pussy with my thumbs so I could wrap my lips around her clit. Sucking hard and deep the second I had her delicate skin in my hold. Something she seemed to enjoy once she was fully awake.
“God, John.” She jerked and curled until her shoulders were off the bed and her abs were pulled tight. Her thighs clamped around my ears as her hands flew to my hair. Gripping. Yanking as she rocked her hips against my face and hissed plea after plea for more and harder.
Fuck yeah.
I gave her more, all right. More tongue, more fingers inside her pussy, more strokes to what definitely seemed to be her G-spot. She shook and writhed, trying to seek out the right amount of sensation to get hers. Using me exactly how I wanted her to. Making me want to come as she rocketed toward her own release.
“John, please. I’m gonna… I’m—” She moaned loudly, holding me in place as her body shuddered with her release. As her pussy sucked my fingers in deeper and her moans turned more desperate. I licked up every drop of her release, teasing her through the long seconds of pleasure. Hanging on to her thighs to hold her against me as I rocked my hips into the mattress. I needed to come. Needed it like I needed air. Needed to be inside her even more.
But her phone rang from somewhere on the floor before I could get my turn.
“Shit,” she said, throwing an arm over her face. “That’s probably Mr. Huntley.”
Motherfucking Huntley again. I bit down on one fleshy part of her pussy, enough to make her jolt a little. “Don’t answer—you’re busy.”
“He pays me to make sure I’m not.” With a groan, she rolled out of the bed, smiling when I tugged her down for a kiss. “This won’t take long, then I can take care of you.”
My cock didn’t like having to be patient.
As Emery paced the bedroom, still completely naked, talking on the phone about appointments and calls, I watched. Lazily stroking myself. Unable to believe my luck even as I bit back my frustration. I loved her dedication, but I didn’t feel her loyalty to the job was rewarded. Or maybe that was just me being protective of her. Maybe that was me being…jealous? I’d never felt jealous before—not about a girl I had a crush on or anyone I’d dated. But none of them was Emery. None of them wanted to make babies with me. That made her infinitely hotter, for sure, but also locked in a connection we’d been building for years through letters and emails. This girl had allowed me in her bed, was going to invite me into her body specifically to get pregnant with my baby. Something that made me even harder thinking about it.
I needed to get up before I jacked off right in front of her—needed to take care of her and prove I was more thoughtful than the jackass on the other end of the phone.
When Em had a long silent stretch, I got up and grabbed my pants before catching her attention. “You hungry?”
She shrugged, which sort of pissed me off. We’d missed dinner because of the pussy licking and nap, and now she was too busy on her call to get something. It was already late, getting close to sundown, which meant she needed to eat. Yet she was neglecting herself because of work. That wouldn’t do. It was time for dinner.
“No, the call with the staffing agency got moved to ten, and the lawyer will be at your office at quarter after.” Emery scribbled some notes down on the pad of paper next to her. “I’ll need to meet the inspector at the mall at nine thirty, so I won’t be available to be on the staffing call.”
Didn’t sound like she was getting off the phone too soon, which meant it was on me to take care of her.
With a kiss to her cheek, I headed for the kitchen, stopping to slip into my pants along the way but leaving them unfastened. Hopefully, I could get a little food into Emery during her call so we could get down to practicing afterward. I’d be happy to eat her pussy again—could do it for hours if she’d let me—especially as a lead-in to sex. Full-on, thrusting deep, stroking my cock into and out of her pussy sex. Yeah, that would be the perfect dessert. My cock liked that idea.
But when I reached the kitchen, the challenge standing in the way of me getting inside her pussy seemed a little harder to conquer. Emery didn’t have much in her refrigerator or cupboards, something I’d have to change. I couldn’t take care of her with a roll of cookie dough, a jar of olives, and some ice cream. Not really. She did have eggs, though, and a leftover salad with tomatoes, onion, and green pepper mixed in. I’d managed with less. Omelet, it was.
My phone rang as I cut the vegetables into bite-sized pieces. I didn’t think anything of swiping to answer, even though the number didn’t come up as a contact.
“This is John.”
“John, we need you.” The sound of my firehouse captain’s harsh demand sent a chill up my spine. That could only mean one thing.
“Where’s the fire?”
“No fire. There’s a gas leak in the main running under Main Street, and we have to secure the area. I need more men than I have right now.”
I stared down at the cutting board, trying to work through the thoughts in my head before I acted. Emery sat naked in the other room. Waiting for me. But my job meant something to the community, gave me a place and a family where I’d had only my mom for so long. Hell, my own stepbrothers could be on Main Street for dinner or some shit.
Emery would have to wait.
“Give me twenty, and I’ll be there.”
“Thanks, John. I knew I could count on you.”
I looked over the eggs I’d whipped and the vegetables softening in the pan, thinking of Emery. Of spending the night in her bed. Of spending the night inside her. I wanted her with the passion of a thousand suns, but people needed me. Possibly even our brothers.
“It’s no problem.”
I ended the call, contemplating. Wallowing a bit, to be honest. A few hours, and I could be back. Would be back. Emery and I had plans. No one knew we were finally coming together, and they wouldn’t find out just yet. We could have a nice, private couple of days alone to learn each other in more physical ways as soon as I dealt with this gas line thing. No one could hate me for befouling the neighborhood princess today. I had work to do.
Five minutes later, I walked into the bedroom with an omelet and a glass of ice water. Emery glanced up from the desk in the corner, her eyes wide. She’d slipped on a fuzzy robe at some point, had hidden her body from me. A fact that made my job easier.
“I’ve got to get to work,” I whispered as I set the plate down next to her. “Eat, though.”
“One second, Mr. Huntley. Let me check that.” She pressed the mute button on her phone and set it down, frowning. “You’re leaving?”
“Gas main break on Main Street. I need to grab my gear from the firehouse before heading over there for crowd control.”
Her face tightened, her brows drawing down. “Are you coming back?”
Silly girl. “Of course.” I leaned in for a kiss, one filled with promise. One I hoped gave her confidence in me and us. One that left her breathing hard when I finally released her lips. “You're mine now, Em. Nothing could stop me from being with you. Besides, we’ve got a baby to make.”
“I wish you didn’t have to go. I never got to…” She stared at my cock. Not glanced, not took a look and then let it go. No, she fucking stared. I’d never twitched so hard in my life.
“Later. I can handle this for now.” I grabbed her hand and pressed it where her eyes were locked, wishing I could feel her skin on me. She gave me a squeeze before huffing a laugh, leaning her head back in a perfect invitation for another kiss. One I was happy to accept. Her lips moved with mine, my tongue meeting hers in soft, slow strokes. Apparently, it was my turn to be breathless when we broke apart. “Now quit staring at my cock before I hang up on your boss and throw your ass back in that bed.”
Her glassy eyes held mine, and her teeth came down on her plump, pink bottom lip. “Sorry.” She didn’t look a damn bit sorry, but I let that go. “Thank you for dinner. Be safe for me. I’ll see you soon?”
“Couple hours.” After one last quick peck, I headed for the door. Already planning how to get through what needed to be done without tipping off the whole damn town that I’d had my face planted between Emery Collins’ thighs. It was going to be a long night. “Eat, then rest. I want to see you relaxed when I get back. We’ve got baby making to practice.”