Chapter Ten
Digger’s cock was so fucking hard now it hurt, but no way was he going to pass up this chance. This was an expected bonus. He caressed her ass cheeks, slipping a finger down the crack and underneath to her soaking wet hole.
Every fantasy he’d ever had about fucking his Emmi had already come true, but he was about to make new memories. Real ones. She was real. This was real. She wanted him to spank her and fuck her again. His cup runneth over.
He gave her another three swats on each cheek, just as hard as the first ones. The mounds of flesh were pink now, and although he would love to continue, if he didn’t fuck her soon he’d go out of his mind. “Had enough, bad girl?”
“Yes.” She giggled again, which drove him insane with need. Digger turned her over and held her across his lap, face up, one arm across her body, just below her breasts. He moved his right leg over the top of her thighs and fingered her pussy and clit until her moans grew loud and her breathing hard.
“Digger, please…”
“Don’t worry. I’ll let you come.” Because as soon as she did, he was going to shove his dick into her mouth and fuck it raw. She looked so goddamn beautiful lying across him like this, his prisoner, her pussy slick with juice. This went way beyond any fantasy he’d ever had.
“Oh fuck!” He didn’t need to push a finger into her to know she’d come again. The sudden flush of her skin plus her cries told him that. He kept up his torture until he was certain it was over, and then he pulled her into a sitting position and kissed her, hard and rough. When he released her mouth, he moved to the edge of the bed and pointed toward the floor.
“On your knees.”
She didn’t even hesitate. Digger was blown away by the turn of events this morning. Thank God for blizzards! He scooted closer to Emmi’s face and grasped her head, one hand on each side as she took his dick into her mouth. He had almost zero control once she started to lick and suck him.
Fireworks danced inside his head. She inched toward taking the entire length into her mouth slowly, and he fought to keep from simply shoving it in there. He didn’t want to gag her or scare her away, because this was so fucking exquisite he was certain he’d die of happiness. And if she never let him do it again, he’d die from heartbreak.
When he came, she couldn’t even swallow all of it. And he knew he was done for the day. Maybe the week. Jesus Christ. He’d never come this much or fucked so hard in such a short time, but he couldn’t wait for it to happen again.
They curled up on her bed, wrapped in each other’s arms. At some point, Digger woke for a few seconds to find Emmi pulling a comforter over them, but then he was asleep again. No clue what time it was or where anyone else in the house was at the moment, and he didn’t give a shit.
Nothing mattered except the woman in his arms. His Emmi. The only woman he’d ever wanted, and now the one he would work to possess for the rest of his life.
****
“You two need to get up. Lunch has been on the table for fifteen minutes.”
Digger opened his eyes as an icy wave of fear raced through him. That was Tony’s voice. Where the fuck was he? Oh God. He was in Emmi’s room. In her bed. Oh, holy fuck.
He sat up, blinked a few times, and finally dared to glance at Tony. Emmi stirred next to him. The comforter couldn’t hide the fact they both were naked underneath it. Even if it had, the room reeked of pussy juice, cum, and sweat.
“Come downstairs when you’ve dressed.” Tony left the room, but it would be pointless to pretend he didn’t know what had happened.
Emmi sat up, her eyes wide. “Shit. Oh fuck. Oh goddamn.”
“It’s all right.”
“All right? It’s not all right!”
“Emmi, you’re an adult.”
“It’s their house.”
“And they’ll be happy we had sex. Think about it.”
She opened her mouth to speak again, but nothing came out. Digger’s heart went out to her. Clearly, being caught like this with him distressed her. He dressed while she did, neither one speaking. So many things sprang to the tip of his tongue, but he didn’t want her to regret this anymore than she already did, so he kept silent.
He, on the other hand, would never regret it. Not for one single moment of his life. And in time, she’d realize she didn’t have to, either.
Teresa was back when they came downstairs, and the power was on, which surprised Digger.
“How did they get it fixed so quickly?” he asked.
“I’m not sure,” said Tony.
“Mrs. Nichols said it was a breaker of some sort that was tripped, not downed lines.”
The roast turkey sandwiches might as well have been filled with rubber. The bread tasted like cardboard, although he knew it had been baked less than two days earlier.
Should he apologize? No. That was insane. They were both adults, and her parents knew how much he adored Emmi. Then he realized that Teresa had mentioned their neighbor. “How is Mrs. Nichols?”
“She’s fine.” Theresa gave him a quick glance. “Thank you for asking.”
Digger glanced out the window. “It stopped snowing, too.”
“Weather Channel says it over for this area,” said Tony. His voice was flat, and Digger couldn’t understand why the two of them were upset. They wanted him and Emmi to get together. “Moved out quicker than expected.”
“That means we can all get back to work soon.” And he could finally take care of that job Tony was still waiting for. Following the little punk had proven to be more complicated than Digger had anticipated, since he’d gone to Europe for the holidays.
Digger was more comfortable taking care of business on his own turf, although he’d have gone to the Artic Circle if need be. But Tony had told him there was no urgency on this one.
Emmi put down her sandwich, from which she’d only taken a couple of bites. “I am so sorry.” As she glanced in turn between her parents, the look of despair on her face tugged at Digger’s heart.
“Why?” asked Tony. “I shouldn’t have barged in, but I couldn’t find either one of you.” The words would have eased Digger’s mind if not for the fact that Tony’s voice was still flat.
Digger wasn’t sure whether he was upset, or something else. Surely, he wasn’t embarrassed. Then again, Emmi was his daughter. His youngest daughter. And even if he did want Digger to be with her, he likely hadn’t expected to find them in bed under his roof. They were both old-fashioned people.
“I’m the one who should be apologizing,” said Digger. His words finally earned him a longer gaze from Teresa. It was always best to step up to the plate in circumstances like this. “We … we were overcome.” Lame word, but it was all he could pull out of his ass on short notice. “But this is your house, and I should have been more discreet.”
“It’s Emmi’s home, too,” said Teresa. Her face was flushed. Was she embarrassed or upset? He couldn’t tell.
“It won’t happen again,” said Emmi.
“Well, I sure as hell hope it does,” said Tony. “Just warn us next time, okay?”
Digger and Emmi exchanged an astonished glance that almost made him laugh. “You’re not upset?”
“I’m not upset, but I don’t want to walk in on my daughter or you naked again. Capisci?”
Digger grinned. There was no way to help it. “Sì.”
Emmi and her mother locked gazes. “Are you upset with us?”
“I’m not upset. I just wish you had waited until later. After the house had gone to bed.”
As if that mattered.
“Your mother doesn’t think sex is appropriate for daytime.”
Teresa’s face flushed so deeply, Digger couldn’t stop staring.
“Papa, don’t make fun of her.”
Tony gave his wife an indulgent smile. “She knows I love her, even if she is set in her ways.”
“We’re all set in our ways,” said Emmi.
A shiver ran down Digger’s spine at her words. Was she talking about herself? Was one morning of hot, unbridled sex enough to change her mind about him? Digger lowered his gaze to his food.
This was the most awkward he’d ever felt at the LoPresti home, and he struggled to shake it off. These people were as much his family as Uncle Donny was. And Emmi was now his. The foundation had been laid. He obviously could do no wrong in her parents’ eyes. Not even fucking her in the middle of the day had turned them against him. His dream would come true. He was more certain of it now than he’d ever been.
Once lunch was over, Digger went into another room to take down decorations, while Emmi and her mother worked together in a different part of the house. That was all right. Anything he said to her right now could easily tip the balance away from him again. This was a precarious situation, and he had to give her time and space to process everything.
She’d reach the right conclusion. She was an intelligent woman. And in the meantime, he’d treat her so well that what he did for a living soon wouldn’t matter.
There was no awkward conversation during dinner. Instead, they talked about the local newscast, which indicted that the roads were now passable. Mr. Nichols came home from the city, which they learned when Mrs. Nichols called Teresa.
After they ate, Emmi spent the evening talking to her sisters and then several friends on the phone, while Digger watched TV with Teresa and Tony.
“You might as well stay one more night,” said Tony, late into the evening.
“You sure? Sounds like I can make it home now.”
“Stay,” said Emmi. Digger hadn’t even been sure she was paying attention to them. “There’ll be a lot of traffic. No sense in getting caught up in it tonight.”
Tony and Teresa exchanged a quick glance, but Digger barely caught it. He was too busy picturing what the coming night might bring. She’d barely spoken to him since lunch, but he hadn’t missed the furtive glances and long looks she’d given him when she didn’t realize he was watching. She’d been thinking about their morning in bed all day, the same as he had been. Digger would bet his pay for a year’s worth of jobs on it.
Once he was settled into the guest room, he still couldn’t sleep. Every moment of the day played in his mind, looping over and over. His dick was rock hard, and as much as he longed to jerk himself off, he decided to wait a while, in case she came to him.
A clock ticked softly in the room, marking the passing of time. Outside, the wind howled, leftover remnants of the storm. It was an old house and it creaked. The baseboard heating made occasional soft, gurgling noises, and if the wind hit the windows just right, they rattled slightly.
But the only sound he listened for was footsteps.
Finally, he heard them. Digger held his breath, and his pulse raced. He sat up in bed, waiting, praying, hoping.