Chapter 21

Walker

My eyes fly open the instant Emi’s lips wrap around my cock. All my blood rushes south, my dick immediately hard and pulsing. I lift my head and peer down my chest to find her kneeling between my legs with her eyes on mine. A slow, sexy grin spreads across her face as she teases me by circling her tongue at my tip. One of her hands scrapes along the edge of my inner thigh until reaching my balls and massaging while her mouth sucks me in deep. I lose the vision as her hair falls, shielding her face.

“Emi…” I knife up and hold back the groan when I hit the back of her throat.

“Hmmmmm…” The vibration has a ripple effect, sending a thrill to every nerve in my body.

I brush her hair back and grip her head, staring at her as sensations start to fire off inside. She expertly works my cock, alternating between sucking, licking, and kissing, until my breath is ragged.

Since I was fifteen years old, I’ve liked sex—any kind of sex, but in this moment, I realize I’ve never had a blowjob this perfect.

Emi has tried several times, but I’m too impatient, focused on getting inside her. I was a fucking idiot.

My hips thrust forward, and I dig my nails against her scalp when she increases her grip on my balls to stop me.

She’s in charge, slowing her motions to toy with me. Her eyes rise to mine again and are hooded with lust. Gently, she uses her teeth to scrape the sensitive base of my shaft. I feel myself grow thicker and my balls grow tighter as she repeats the motion, this time dragging the underside of her tongue up to play with my crown.

I release the groan I’ve been holding in, and she grins again, winking, this time increasing her suction and taking me back in all the way. Roaring starts in my ears, my blood pumping furiously through my body. The muscles in my abdomen flex tightly as I try to hold off the explosion that’s building.

Without slowing a bit, she places one of her legs on the other side of mine and grinds her slickness on my thigh. She’s soaked, her sweet pussy rubbing skin to skin. I raise my leg to give her better leverage, and her eyes snap back to mine, smoldering with desire.

With skillful grace, she creates a rhythm between her mouth and hips, working us both into a frenzy. I jerk hard when she takes her free hand and uses her fingernails to skim the hyper-sensitive skin below my balls.

She lets out an approving moan of pleasure, rocking harder.

My brain fires off warnings that I have about five seconds until I blow. I try to urge her up, but she shakes her head, her hair tickling every inch of flesh, which intensifies my need.

“Baby, I—”

She inhales me deep, stopping all brain activity, and my dick takes over, making the choice for me. I come hard, pumping once into her mouth until my vision grows cloudy, and fall back on the bed feeling every pulse and throb as she swallows.

“Holy fucking shit,” I gasp for air.

I don’t get a lot of time to revel in my thoughts, because she starts to kiss up my body, paying special attention to my abs, nipples, and tattoos before she nuzzles her face in my neck and nips on my throat.

“Good morning.” She giggles, her thighs now straddling my hips. “I’ve really wanted to do that for a long time.”

I can’t respond, my whole body quivering inside. She giggles harder, sitting astride me, her slickness now perfectly aligned with my cock, which is still hard and throbbing. I wasn’t lying when I told her there is no downtime needed when it comes to sex. My dick is perfectly in tune with her, and whenever she’s near, naked or not, he’s ready for anything.

My eyes focus on her, wearing one of my old t-shirts and bracing her hands on my stomach. Her face is beaming, her smile wide. My hands slide to her ass, ready to guide myself inside, when I remember we’re not alone.

“Where’s Maren?”

“She’s gone. I tried to get her to stay and sleep, but when I mentioned the word blowjob, she bolted.” She smiles broader, clearly proud of herself.

My eyes roll back, and I let out a breath. “What time is it?”

“Seven.”

“Have you slept?”

“Not yet. I wanted to crawl into bed with you and pass out, but I couldn’t. I realized that, while we purged all our secrets last night, there was one remaining secret I am keeping from you.”

My chest tightens, my whole body tensing. The reaction must be obvious because Emi reassures me. “It’s nothing bad, but remember I mentioned having a present for you?”

“I vaguely remember you mentioning it.” Truthfully, it slipped my mind with everything that happened last night.

“Well, I may have acted impulsively. I didn’t anticipate the soreness, even after warnings. You can look but not touch.”

My mind races with possibilities of what she could mean when she starts to remove my shirt, slowly drawing it up her body and tossing it to the side. My eyes almost pop out of my head and my throat goes dry when she reveals the matching barbells with little gems on the end piercing her nipples. I scan up and down, noticing the barbells match the new piercing in her navel.

My dick lurches, flicking into her, as I take in the perfect view. I start to touch them when her words register. “You give me a gift like this, and I can’t fucking touch?”

“They’re incredibly sore. My choice of lingerie last night may have been a mistake.”

Lingerie, piercings, her naked—perched on top of me—becomes too much, and a scorching need erupts inside of me. I grip her hips, position my cock, and drive into her at the same time I knife up. Hip-to-hip, chest-to-chest, face-to-face—every part of me touching her as I crush my mouth to hers. She whimpers as her hands trapped between us start to claw at my skin.

I kiss her without restraint, my own hands back to her ass, urging her to move with me. Her inner muscles clench down on my cock as I thrust hard, creating a friction that has me swelling to the point of pleasurable pain.

“Walker!” she cries out, tearing her mouth away and dropping her head back.

My lips trail along the column of her neck until I reach her shoulder and slam up at the same time I bite down.

She sinks her nails deeper into my abdomen, whimpering. I pump harder, leaning my chest back, carefully aware that she’s already sore. The gems taunt me, her nipples swollen and pink.

“Walker, you have to slow down. I can’t—” she begs.

I relent, gaining some composure, and kiss the top of each breast delicately. “Let me hear you.”

She does as I ask, convulsing, scratching, screaming so loud I go over the edge again with her. My spine tingles with a thousand tiny prickles as I pour into her. Our ragged breaths fill the room, and I don’t dare move, keeping her pressed close.

“I take it you like the jewelry?” Her flushed face comes to mine after a few minutes.

“Yeah, Emi, I love it. At one point, as I was pounding into you, I had filthy and wicked visions about exactly what I’m going to do to you as soon as I can touch them.”

“Rico gave me care instructions. I should be less sensitive in a week, but—”

“Let’s be clear on something. Yesterday was the last day of your life another man will ever handle your tits.”

Her eyes glaze over, and she bites down on her lip, nodding. “He’s gay.”

“Even a gay man can appreciate this perfection.”

She nuzzles her face into my neck and whispers, “After that, I don’t think I have the energy to shower.”

I keep a hold of her, laying us back, and situate her on top of me. “Go to sleep.”

“You’re still inside me. I need to go clean up.”

“We’ll worry about that after you get some rest.”

“Don’t you have things you need to do?”

“They can wait. Right now, I’m exactly where I need to be.”

“I really love you.” Her voice is barely a whisper.

“I love you, too,” I tell her, closing my eyes.

“Did I miss the memo? Is it bring your girlfriend to work day?” Agent Kelly jokes when I join him in the conference room.

I glimpse out the window to see Emi’s leaning over Nina’s desk, and they’re laughing about something.

“If I had my choice, I wouldn’t let her out of my sight.”

“Doesn’t she have a job?”

“She works from home. I’m dropping her off after our meeting. She didn’t have her car this morning, and we overslept. I’ll set her up at my desk when she’s through gabbing.”

“Speaking of gabbing, the guys are interested in what happened Saturday night.”

“What’d you tell them?”

“Exactly what you told me to.”

“They gonna keep their mouths shut?”

He raises an eyebrow with an expression that says are you fucking kidding me?

“Had to ask. This town has a penchant for gossip. I’d prefer to keep Saturday night’s festivities as quiet as possible.”

“Gossip isn’t our style. Now, Oliver, he got a huge kick out of it. Said it sounds exactly like something Emi and Maren would get into.”

When I called Kelly on Saturday night, I told him that they were there to spy on a guy Maren was interested in, not knowing anything about the club itself. Their disguises were an over the top attempt at not being recognized. I left out how they got in, and he didn’t ask. I think he suspected there was more to the story, but he agreed to tell Ross, Oliver, and Collins the same.

I hoped like hell they would keep the details to themselves. The last thing I need is Captain Corny getting nosy.

“Oliver would think it was funny. I’m just glad he wasn’t around to see them,” I grumble.

“From what I’ve heard and seen, Emi and Maren have a knack for turning heads.”

“Don’t believe everything you hear.” As the words leave my mouth, there’s a loud squeal from Emi. I spin around to see her hugging Agent Collins.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I snarl, stalking to them.

Emi sees me coming and steps back, her eyes growing wide. When I get to her, she leans into my side, lifts on her toes, and brings her lips to my ear.

“Don’t be a caveman. He’s an old acquaintance.” She kisses my cheek and pinches my stomach.

“You could have shaken his hand.”

“And you can lose that attitude. I can’t believe you didn’t mention he was working with you.”

“Why would I?”

“Because it’s the normal thing to do? You say, ‘hey, Emi, I met someone that used to know you back in high school.’”

It’s my turn to bend into her ear. “Hey, Emi, I’m working with someone you used to know back in high school. He and his friends used to jack-off regularly to the vision of you in a bikini. Your sexy ass used to be the center of his teenage fantasies.”

“Walker!” She slaps at my chest, her face turning red.

“Whispering is rude,” Nina huffs. “And now I want to know why Emi looks like a tomato.”

“Because Walker is crass.”

“You’re the one who wanted me to tell you.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Where’s my hug?” Oliver joins our group with his arms outstretched.

“Emi is going to my desk now.” I steer her away.

“You really are being foolish,” she tells me when I motion for her to sit.

“Maybe, but these guys are going to great lengths to test me. Can you not encourage them?” I squat in front of her, lowering my voice.

“Hugging me is a test to you?”

“Remember, they think you were prowling for men for Maren on Saturday night at a sex club. They will do ANYTHING to get a rise out of me.”

Her expression changes, understanding that I’m not in the mood to discuss this. “Guys are so stupid sometimes. It was a friendly hug.”

“Friendly hugs are fine, but let’s reserve them for a time when I don’t still have the vision of a random stranger leading you into a demonstration where men—”

“Got it.” She puts her finger on my lips to shut me up. “But I thought I made that up to you.”

I grin, kissing her finger then backing away. “You did, not to mention, almost everyone in the vicinity knows about our mind-blowing, toe-curling, window-shaking, life-altering sex life.”

The pink tinge returns to her cheeks, and her eyes dart around the room where people are undoubtedly watching us.

“I totally forgot about that. How embarrassing.”

“If you’re embarrassed, maybe you should stop giving details of our sex life to your big-mouthed friends.”

“I am, starting today. No more details.” She does a zipping motion over her lips.

“We’ll see how long that lasts. Be back as soon as I can.” I kiss the top of her head and go back to the conference room where the guys are waiting.

“Where’s Captain?” I ask, sitting across from Kelly.

“We’re starting without him. Apparently, oversleeping is common in Charleston.”

“Highly doubt Walker’s definition of oversleeping is the same as the rest of us,” Oliver throws in.

I can’t hold back the chuckle. He’s right. I didn’t oversleep; I took my time with Emi this morning.

“Lucky bastard,” Collins says under his breath, and I shoot him an evil glare.

“Okay, here’s what we know.” Kelly gets us back on track, pulling up the men from the other night on the monitor at the far end of the room.

One by one, he goes through each of their backgrounds and what may be their connection to the drugs. One thing we confirm is that our original assumption of moving drugs along the eastern seaboard is correct.

We were also correct about the car theft ring. It’s done. They’re going to have to find another avenue to distribute. The waterways are the most logical resource. For half an hour, we brainstorm, trying to anticipate their next move.

“You know what really sucks is the waiting. I’d like to swarm the docks and bust these assholes for trying to use Charleston as a hub,” Oliver snaps.

“It’s the bigger picture. Think about the other cities and states that will benefit when we crush these motherfuckers. Our process is solid, our team is solid, and we have support from the highest office in the state. Diligence and patience is the key,” Kelly tells him calmly.

“I agree, we’ve got our work cut out for us. These five guys are going to lead us in the right direction.” I tilt my chin at the monitor. “What’s our plan to read in the other cities?”

“That’s up to the Governor and Attorney General. We’ve got a call scheduled for this afternoon. I’m pretty sure we’ll be involving DEA,” Kelly informs me. “You’re welcome to sit in.”

“After I drop Emi off at home, I’ll be back here for the rest of the day.” I stand, moving to the door.

I’m almost in the clear, no one mentioning Saturday night, when Oliver clears his throat unnecessarily loud.

I let out a sigh and turn to face him. “Something else?”

“I know you have a birthday coming up. Wondering if you’re a whips and chain type of man, or should I go with restraints? Although, I’d assume a man who carries handcuffs already knows how to use them. I mean, if Emi was mine—”

“Warning, don’t finish that sentence.”

“How’s that handling Emi thing going for you?”

I glance out at Emi and back to him, shooting him a sinister smile. “Oh, I’m handling Emi just fine.” The implication in my tone gives away my meaning.

His joke backfires, and his smile dies as the room erupts in laughter.

“Fuck me,” is the last thing I hear, leaving them behind.