by L. D. Davis
Emmet walked through the fence opening and I thought it was strange that I hadn’t seen him come out of Emmy’s house.
“I didn’t see you come out,” I said when he reached me.
“I was standing out here for a few minutes,” he said and eyed the shovel. His eyebrow rose. “Are you out here to bury bodies?”
“No,” I said, standing up straighter. “It’s for you.”
He crossed his arms and looked amused. “Really.”
“Yes. If you refuse to come back with me, I plan to hit you in the head with it and knock you out. Then I’ll drag your body into our home, up the stairs and tie you to our bed.”
He was trying not to smile when he said, “That’s a lot of heavy work.”
I shrugged. “Well, I’m sure after I hit you with the shovel, adrenaline will kick in and I will have superhuman strength.”
“So, you are going to get your prize by any means necessary,” Emmet said.
“Yes. We supermodels are highly motivated individuals. Why were you outside in the rain?” I asked. The fact that we were both now standing in the rain was not lost on me.
Emmet unfolded his arms and put his hands on the shovel. I held it tightly for a few seconds, afraid he would take the shovel and leave, but after I had realized how ridiculous I was being, I released my hold on it. He gave me another amused look and tossed the shovel aside.
“Why were you outside?” I asked again when he settled his eyes on me.
“You called me.”
I gasped and said, “Wh-what?”
His big, damp hand connected with the skin over my heart. “You called me,” he said again, in a softer tone.
Whatever power that made my crying cease minutes before was gone. A loud sob tore through me and before it could even fade, Emmet had pulled me into his arms. I held onto him fiercely and sobbed uncontrollably. He released me but cupped my face in his hands and bent slightly to look me in the eyes.
“I heard you, baby,” he said as his voice cracked. “I heard you.”
He kissed me while lifting me off of the ground. I wrapped my legs and arms around him and met his tongue stroke for stroke as I continued to cry. The rain cascaded down our bodies and mingled with tears.
“I’ll never leave you again,” Emmet promised with his lips resting against mine.
“Don’t let go,” I sobbed.
“I’ll never let go,” he said and nipped at my bottom lip. “I promise I will never let go.”
“I am ingrained in you. I am woven into every cell of your body. You cannot eradicate me without losing yourself, too.”
“Stay,” I whispered tearfully.
“You have me, baby,” Emmet said in a choked voice. “Forever.”
Chapter Fifty-Nine
Shivering and with my teeth clattering together, I stood in the middle of the bedroom with my arms up over my head. Emmet pulled off my damp shirt and threw it on top of his own damp shirt that lay in a heap a couple of feet away. The rain had made my pale pink bra transparent. He looked down at my damp breasts and traced his fingers over the hard nipples that pressed against the wet fabric. I sucked in a breath and my back arched automatically.
“You were perfect before,” he said. “But you’re even more perfect now.”
I had gained a whole cup size when I was pregnant with Rosa. By the way Emmet palmed my breasts and squeezed and kneaded them in his hands, I knew he appreciated the change. He kissed me slowly and methodically as his fingers began to unhook the front clasps of my bra. Once my breasts were sprung free, Emmet again palmed them. My nipples hardened even more against his hands. As he continued to slowly explore my mouth with his tongue, he pulled the hard buds between his fingers and squeezed gently. I moaned and clenched my thighs together as the heady sensation shot from my nipples straight to my core.
“I’ve missed touching you,” Emmet whispered against my lips when he broke the kiss. “I’ve missed my hands on your body.”
His thumbs flicked over my nipples and then his hands began to travel down my body. He caressed my belly with his fingertips. He tilted his head to gain access to my neck and grazed my skin with his nose as he inhaled my scent.
“I miss tasting your skin,” he murmured. I sighed as his tongue slid over the sensitive area below my ear. He leisurely dragged his tongue down my neck to my shoulder where his teeth slowly sunk into the flesh there.
“Emmet,” I moaned and lightly scratched my nails down his arms.
He continued with his kissing and tasting, down my chest, between my breasts, and down my stomach. His tongue dipped into my navel before continuing down to the skin just above the waistline of my pants. On his knees now, he began to slowly unbutton my capris. He looked up at me as he did and I pushed a hand into his wet hair. He began to pull the soaked material and my panties down over my hips. A moment later the wet clothing was tossed aside and I was naked before him.
Emmet traced his fingers across the top of my mound.
“Do you miss me touching you, Donya?” he asked huskily as he gazed at my sex.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“I miss your reactions to my touches,” he said and then gently swiped his finger over my clit.
I moaned and my legs tried to close automatically. Emmet grinned up at me, fully aware of the effect he had on me.
He got to his feet and pulled my nude body against his and kissed me deeply. His erection was prominent through his jeans and he pressed it against my sex. I moaned into his mouth and rocked my hips against the rough denim, already desperate for a release. He indulged me, put both hands on my ass and ground into me as he groaned into my mouth and his fingers dug into my flesh. The friction against my clit was making me weak in the knees, and again my legs tried to close as the sensations built to be nearly unbearable. Emmet’s hands moved down to my upper thighs and he easily lifted me off of the floor and my legs wrapped around him. He held me tightly and continued to grind into me and there was no escape for me. I attempted to tear my lips away from his as my orgasm took over, but Emmet refused to release me from the kiss and I was forced to cry out into his mouth. He gently bit down on my tongue as I rocked against his clothed cock and my legs trembled around him. Before the orgasm fully subsided, he carried me over to the bed we picked out together. He broke the kiss after lying me down.
“I need to taste you,” he said and quickly moved down my body. “I miss how you taste after you’ve just come,” he growled.
His tongue dipped inside of me and we both groaned. He licked and sucked at me as if he was trying to draw out every drop of moisture. When he seemed satisfied, he climbed back up my body and kissed me again. I tasted myself on his lips. I suckled on his tongue, enjoying the taste of me and his mouth mixed together.
I reached between us and began to unbuckle his belt. He lifted his hips a little to give me better access. Once his jeans were undone, I pushed them halfway down his ass and eagerly reached inside of his boxers for his silky erection, making him hiss and thrust gently in my hand.
“I miss touching you, too,” I said and nipped at his chin. “I miss everything about you,” I added in a whisper as my thumb glided over the head of his shaft, making him groan.
I stroked him from base to tip as his tongue moved in my mouth at the same rhythm. My free hand was on his ass, lightly scratching the muscle with my nails. I really did miss touching him and listening to his deep moans when my small hand attempted to wrap around his thick manhood. I missed the weight of his cock in my hands, in my mouth, and inside of me.
Emmet broke the kiss and reluctantly broke free of my grasp. He stood up and quickly removed his jeans and boxers before returning to his position on top of me. His hard cock rested on my sensitive sex as he took my mouth again. When he ground against me, I moaned and pushed my hips up to increase the friction.
My hands roamed up and down and across his back, his perfect ass, his strong arms, and his hard chest. I felt like I would waste away if I stopped
touching him. His body was meant to be touched by me and only me, and my body was meant to be touched by him and only him. It is why his skin heated under every caress and why my own skin felt super charged with an electric current wherever his skin met mine.
Emmet once again pulled away from my lips. It seemed to be getting harder and harder for him to do each time. He gazed into my eyes as he positioned the head of his engorged penis at my entrance.
“I love you,” he whispered as he pushed in a little.
“I love you,” I moaned.
“You were always meant to be mine,” he said as he pushed in another couple of inches. “You were born to be mine and I was born to be yours. No one will ever be able to change that.”
My nails dug into his shoulders and I cried out when he gave one hard thrust and buried himself inside of me. Emmet’s cock was perfect for me, made just for me. It filled me just right. Even the pain that accompanied the invasion was just right, just perfect, and added to my pleasure.
He groaned and dropped his forehead to mine.
“You feel so fucking perfect,” he breathed. He tried to speak again, but as he began to move inside of me, he became speechless.
No other physical gratification in the world felt as good as it did when Emmet’s body collided with mine. Our groans and moans, the skin against skin sounds our bodies made and the very slight sound of Emmet sliding into my drenched sex all created an exquisite melody that went on and on. The smell of my arousal and our love making perfumed the air and excited our senses. Emmet’s thrusts became more forceful and deeper, as if he was losing himself in me. I was losing myself with him inside of me, so I understood the loss of control he was feeling.
Abruptly, Emmet rolled over on his back, taking me with him and impaling me on his organ. His hands gripped my hips and he held me tightly as he continued to thrust inside of me. The new position allowed me to take him impossibly deeper and to rub against that hard to reach spot inside of me.
“Emmet,” I cried out as the head of his cock repeatedly hit that wondrous spot. “I can’t…I’m going to…”
In response, Emmet thrust harder. My head fell back and my whole body turned into a raw nerve as my orgasm began to consume me. When Emmet’s thumb pressed on my clit, I tried to knock his hand away, but he was relentless, rubbing in fast, hard circles as he continued to hold my hip with one hand and drive his cock inside of me.
My mouth opened, but only gasps and small sounds of a struggle escaped because I was choked by my delectation. When sound finally left my mouth, it was sob, a scream, and a moan. Emmet released my hip and reached up and rolled a nipple between his fingers. Without any control over my body, I rocked on his cock as my orgasm took me higher than I have ever been before. His rigid penis deep inside of me, his thumb on my clit, his fingers rolling my nipples and his heated, loving gaze was so good that it hurt. I collapsed on Emmet, trembling, breathless and with fat tears falling from my eyes. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my face as he continued to gently push his erection inside of me.
After a few gentle moments, Emmet pushed himself up into a sitting position. I wrapped my legs around him and draped my arms over his shoulders and locked my hands behind his neck.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered as he pushed several strands of hair out of my eyes.
We moved slowly now. I nibbled gently on Emmet’s ear lobe and kissed his neck. I loved the taste of his skin and his soft gasps when my teeth bit into his flesh.
“Are you on birth control?” he asked softly as I suckled on his neck.
“Mmmhmm,” I answered and moaned as I felt his cock twitch inside of me.
“The pill?”
I licked the place where I just marked him and said, “Yes.”
Gently, but firmly, he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back so that we were face to face.
“I want you off of it,” he demanded. “Don’t take anymore. Throw the pack away. Do you understand?”
Did I understand? Yes. Emmet wanted a baby. With me.
I nodded and gave him a small smile. Satisfied with my response, Emmet rolled us over again and then kissed me briefly.
“You are going to be my wife,” he said as he began to push and pull his hard rod inside of me again. He groaned and licked his lips before speaking again.
“And we are going to make a baby,” I breathed.
Emmet’s eyes closed briefly, as if my words brought him just as much pleasure as my body.
“Yes,” he breathed. “Yes.”
He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me deeply as he began to thrust madly. I held onto him as he drove his cock hard and deep inside of me and his pelvis rubbed against my clit. Emmet was moaning loudly into my mouth as his rhythm increased. After a minute or so he released my mouth to murmur incoherent words in my neck.
“I want to feel you come inside of me,” I panted in his ear.
“Donya,” he groaned. His body began to shudder and with another loud groan, Emmet began to come. When the first burst of hot semen was released, my legs closed around him and I tried to pull him in deeper. His cock jerked violently as more of the warm cream filled me. When it finally stopped, Emmet’s weakened body slackened against mine.
Debilitated and exhausted, my hand leisurely stroked his hair as I struggled to keep my eyes open. We lay like that for a long time, until our breathing regulated and our hearts resumed a normal cadence.
“Are you okay?” Emmet asked. I didn’t open my eyes, but I felt him turn his head to face me.
“I’m more okay than I’ve been in a very long time,” I said tiredly.
“Good. Me, too.” He left a light kiss on my lips and then got up.
I opened my eyes and watched as his naked ass walked into the bathroom. When I heard the shower start up a moment later, I pushed myself out of bed and went to join him.
“Well, hello, sexy,” he smiled when I stepped into the stall with him.
“Hi,” I said, wrapping my arms around his wet body. I rested my head on his shoulder as he smoothed my hair.
“This feels like a dream,” Emmet said after a while.
“Wake up, baby,” I said and pinched his arm. “This is real.”
“You’re really going to marry me?” he asked quietly. I didn’t miss how his body stilled when he asked the question.
“Yes,” I said and squeezed him tighter. He relaxed, but not completely.
“And you are going to give me more children?” he questioned.
“Yes,” I said and kissed his shoulder. “I promise. I’ll give you anything you want, Emmet. I love you.”
He held me closer and breathed a deep sigh of relief. “I love you so much, Donya.”
“I’m sorry I wasted so many years,” I said, feeling pressure building in my chest. “We should have been together a long time ago. I was so selfish. I—” I was silenced when Emmet pulled out of my embrace and put his finger to my lips.
“Don’t,” he said softly as he looked me in the eyes intently. “We were both at fault, okay? We can’t change what happened back then. We’re together now and that’s what matters. Besides,” he smiled. “We have two beautiful kids, and neither of us would ever erase that.”
I nodded silently.
“I love you, Donya,” he said and kissed my nose. “I’ll never get tired of saying that or hearing it. I love you.”
“I love you,” I said, caressing his cheek with the back of my hand.
Emmet gave me a smile that lit up every dark corner that existed within me. He leaned in to kiss me and my lips parted for his kiss. My body molded with his. My heart and his heart beat together as one.
Chapter Sixty
Six weeks later, I stood in front of a full-length mirror, gazing contently at my reflection. The strapless, pale pink, ruched tulle, empire waist wedding gown I designed was elegant yet simple. I wore the charm bracelet on my wrist, my engagement ring on my left ring finger, and a pair of small diamond an
d white gold studs in my ears. I skipped the obnoxious tiara and let my curled hair fall loosely over my shoulders and I pinned a pink orchid on one side of my head. I did my own makeup, light, simple, and fresh.
Sam fussed over every tiny detail—my dress, my hair, my jewelry and shoes, and makeup, but I wasn’t annoyed. I didn’t feel the need to get away. The term about wild horses dragging me away couldn’t hold truer than it did on this day. In a matter of minutes, I was going to marry Emmet Grayne, and it would take forces greater than the universe to stop us.
“We were meant to be together. The force holding us together is bigger than us; it’s bigger than the entire universe.”
“How do you feel?” Emmy asked me as she stood beside me looking into the looking glass.
“Perfect,” I said and met her eyes.
Perfect was an understatement. Even with Rosa in my life, I hadn’t felt whole. A part of me was always with Emmet, and deep down I knew that I could never be complete without being joined to him. I imagined that once our vows were read and we became one, that the universe would celebrate with shootings stars and grand cosmic happenings in the skies above. Sparks would erupt from our bodies as we held each other and sealed our nuptials with a kiss.
“I’m sorry,” Emmy spoke softly to my reflection.
“For what?” I turned and looked at the real Emmy next to me. I was alarmed to find her eyes welling with tears. “What is it?” I asked, taking her hands into mine.
“Sweetie, what’s wrong?” Sam asked and wiped away one of the tears that had begun to trickle down her daughter’s face.
“I see it now, what you and Emmet mean to each other,” Emmy said, sniffling. “There is this…power…that radiates from the two of you when you’re together. It’s dazzling and blindingly beautiful, and I’m responsible for keeping you apart for all of these years.”
