Chapter Twenty-Three

Holding her in my arms is my dream. Since the first day she bumped into me in that hall. Her sass. Her beauty. Her hard exterior with a soft inside. It all drew me to her. And when we reconnected it was a war I intended to win. Sure, I let her have some battle victories, but my ultimate endgame was her. Me. Family. And I won.

“Calm down, baby.” I remember how hormonal she was with Darby, but this time there are two inside her and I pray every morning, afternoon, and night for patience. If I’m truthful, I spend more time praying for guidance than I do breathing. Add in planning a wedding and it looks like Erratic Emberlee is here to stay.

“I’m a mess.” Her cries don’t quiet.

“A beautiful mess.” I kiss her temple and feel her body relax. Her hands roam my back, skirting to the front and caressing my chest. “Embe,” I warn. “Don’t start something.”

“Do you have to go into work today?” Her eyes hood.

“Three hours.” Her sinister grin appears and crowds my lips. “Plenty of time.”

“You think so?” I challenge.

“If you quit talking.” Less talking. More action. Got it. I disengage our mouths so I can pull her shirt over her head and I groan in relief to see her bare underneath. My head dips and I take a nipple in my mouth, rolling it between my lips, careful with the pressure I apply. “You got the message.” She utters as she throws her head back.

I manipulate her tits until she’s digging her nails into my forearm. Standing I whip my shirt off, drop my pants and boxers, lean down, whip off her sleep shorts and love she’s bare there, too. She trails her tongue over her lips while staring at my cock that’s twitching against my stomach. “You want this?” I stroke from tip to base, collecting the bit of precum that’s leaked from the top.

Her head bobs and I step closer. Holding her cheeks in one hand I grab my dick and trace her lips, around and around. “Open up.” She does. Thrusting inside her wet mouth is heaven, hitting the back of her throat is bliss, having her swallow the tip of my dick— unfuckingbelievable.

Her ministrations come close to bringing me to my knees but I’ll drop there when I’m ready to bury my face in her pussy. I grip the back of her head and lace my fingers in her long brown strands. I control the depth she takes me, how fast her mouth glides against my cock. She fights me but she loves me in control. To prove my point, I pull her off me and drop my hand to her pussy. Soaking fucking wet. Positioning her ass on the edge of the couch, I shove her legs up and wide, drop to my knees and eat my woman. “There.” She directs me by my hair and I refrain from laughing. I don’t need a lesson in bringing her to the brink— time and time again. But because she doubted me, I’m gonna make her pay.

Circling my tongue with feather light pressure around her clit, I hold her hips down so she can’t gain friction. Her moan fills the room, and I continue. Dragging my tongue to her entrance I don’t allow myself to push in, instead turning my head to the right and left, brushing her folds and inside thighs. I move my tongue back to her opening and press the tip inside and retreat, heading back to her clit. I torture her like this several times until I take full control of her body. Spearing my tongue, I push inside and place my thumb over her bundle of nerves. I let her ride my face until she’s coming against my tongue.

Sliding up her body I line my cock up and push in. Her pussy is greedy, sucking me deep and squeezing me tight. “Shit, Embe.” I purr. I drag my cock to the tip and shove in deeper. Once she’s stretched around me I pound into her and watch her eyes close. “Eyes.” Her green orbs focus on me and don’t break contact the entire time I fuck her into oblivion.

I carry her into the room, send a text to Breck asking her to keep Darby so Emberlee can rest and take a quick shower so I can head to the field. I rush through my routine so I can run to the bakery and get some sweets for my fiancé. Soon to be wife.

I’m whistling as I turn into the parking lot and my phone goes off.

Embe: Oral. Donuts. Coffee. Damn you’re a keeper.

I read her message and chuckle.

Me: You had my cock, too.

Embe: I think I need a refresher. It must have slipped my mind.

This girl. Has my fucking heart. I tuck my phone in my pocket, thinking these pregnancy hormones are the ones I can get behind. In the literal sense. If she’d only stay horny and not combative, I’d keep her pregnant every year.

Embe: FUCKING DECAF. I HATE YOU.

Yeah— we all have dreams. The one where I thought she’d be Easy Emberlee was just crushed with that text. Yet, I fell in love with her anyway.

My Embe. A complex, irrational, loving, bristly woman. Mine.