[Beachwood Bay 02.0] Unbroken

by Melody Grace

  He’s soaked through, fighting against the storm, clutching a box and handfuls of my black and white prints that scatter and whip across the yard in the wind.

  “Emerson!” I cry.

  He looks up, and his jaw goes slack as he sees me.

  “Jules!” he yells back, struggling to be heard. “What the hell are you doing here? You need to get inside, now!”

  I shake my head, coming closer. “I know!” I scream. “About my mom and the letter. I know why you left!”

  Emerson goes still. He stares at me, rain dripping down from his hair and running down the strong, chiseled planes of his face. His eyes meet mine, and I see realization flare, deep in those beautiful blue pools.

  “I know everything!” I yell again. “It’s why you left me, isn’t it? Because she asked you to.”

  Emerson closes his eyes a moment, and when he opens them, the fierce devotion there takes my breath away. “She was right!” he tells me, “You deserve more than this!”

  “Stop saying that!” I yell. I lunge forward, taking hold of his arms, gripping him tight as I stare intently up at him. His skin is chilled, but the body beneath that soaking shirt is hot, radiating a warmth that burns right through me.

  “I love you!” I yell, pouring my heart into every syllable. “All I ever wanted is you! I came back for you, I won’t let you push me away again. I still love you!”

  Emerson stares back at me, his expression gripped with anguish. I can see the war raging in his eyes between the truth he’s told himself for so long, and everything I’m saying now.

  “You don’t mean it,” he shakes his head, trying to break away. “You can’t!”

  “I do!” I yell, holding him tighter. The storm is raging around us, and I’m wet through, but it’s nothing compared to the whirlwind of emotions beating hard in my chest. “Believe me!” I insist, blinking rain and tears from my eyes. “You made the choice for me, four years ago. Well this is my choice!”

  “Tell me!” I demand, so close now. “Tell me how you feel, for real this time. No lies! Because whatever happens, I’m yours. I’ll always be yours!”

  This time, my words break through. I see the last defenses in his eyes come crashing down. With a growl, Emerson throws the box to the side and sweeps me into his arms.

  “I love you,” Emerson chokes out, his voice thick with passion. “I never stopped loving you! Not even when you were gone, not one single day.”

  His lips crash against mine with the force of a thousand hurricanes as he clutches my body against his chest, tangling his fingers through my wet hair, and claiming me with a heart-stopping, life-changing, all-consuming kiss.

  I cling to him with everything I have, opening my mouth to him, drowning in the dizzy sensation of his mouth on mine. The storm fades around us, until he’s the only thing left in the world. I can hear nothing but the thunder of our heartbeats, feel only his arms locked tight around me; taste only him.

  He’s mine.

  Emerson surrounds me, enfolds me, and I give him everything, showing him the depth of my emotions until we surface, gasping.

  “You came back for me…” Emerson whispers, full of wonder. He cups my face with infinite tenderness, a look of sheer amazement in his eyes. “I can’t believe you came back for me.”

  “Always!” I promise fiercely.

  I reach for him again, but suddenly, there’s a deafening crack, and a shot of lightning splinters from the sky, hitting one of the trees in the yard.

  “Get back!” Emerson yells, hurling himself in front of me and pushing us back. The tree sounds a creak and then falls, slamming to the ground just inches from where we were standing.

  I clutch him in panic.

  “Into the house!” Emerson orders.

  “The storm cellar!” I yell. “This way, come on!”

  “But your photos…” Emerson looks around. The prints are whipping in the wind around us, confetti in the storm.

  “There’s no time, come on!” I grab his hand and pull him after me, racing back across the yard and over to the cellar door. It’s rusted and old, but Emerson heaves it open, and pushes me inside before following and slamming the door shut above us, plunging us into dark.

  He bolts it shut, breathing heavily. “Your grandpa built it pretty solid. We should be safe here until the storm passes.”

  I feel for the light switch on the wall, but when I flip it, nothing happens. “Nobody’s been down here in years,” I say. “Wait, there should be a flashlight and supplies down here somewhere.”

  Emerson uses his cellphone to light the room with an electric glow. I look around. There’s a narrow futon in the corner, and some old canned goods stacked beside a truck. I open it and find candles and matches inside, with an old woolen blanket. I throw the blanket over the futon, and light the candles, bathing the room in a dim, flickering glow.

  “Cozy,” Emerson grins, and in the candlelight, I see his eyes on mine, dark with meaning. I feel a rush of emotion—and anger.

  “What were you even doing out there?” I demand, realizing for the first time how dangerous it was for Emerson to be outside. I feel a chill of fear, just thinking about it. The lightning, the tree…To have come so close to being reunited, only to have him torn away! “You could have been hurt, or worse…!”

  “Your photographs,” he answers. “I know how much they mean to you. I didn’t want you to lose them.”

  “I don’t care about the photos, I can print new ones!” I cry. “I can’t find another you!”

  My voice is frenzied in the small cellar. Right away, Emerson is by my side again, holding me close, stroking my hair as he whispers, “Shh, it’s OK. I’m here. Everything’s going to be alright.”

  I melt against him, holding tight. How could I have come so close to losing this? To just packing up my car and driving away, as if I’d ever find another man like him.

  As if I’d ever find a love so true.

  I lift my head. “Promise me you’ll never push me away again,” I demand. “I mean it, Emerson, whatever happens, we face it together. I can’t take losing you, not again.”

  “I promise,” he swears, and I can tell from the intensity in his eyes he means every word.

  “Because I’m not leaving you,” I vow. “Nothing you say will ever make me turn around and walk away. I’m yours. Forever.”

  “Forever,” his whisper echoes my promise, and then his lips find mine in a tender kiss.

  I fall into him, Emerson’s tongue making a slow, languid discovery of my mouth while his hands gently trace outline of my jaw, down across my shoulders and each arm. Then he pulls back, his eyes finding mine before he lifts my hands to his lips, pressing a kiss on each knuckle in turn, and all the while never once breaking his gaze: dark and passionate, and full of intent.

  Desire flares through me.

  I reach for him again, this time kissing him hot and fierce, burying my fingers in his hair and arching up against his body. I want all of him, everything, for our bodies to seal the sacred pact we’ve made with words. I feel him hard against me, and I gasp, heat pooling low between my thighs. Emerson groans, suddenly gripping my ass and lifting me so I can wrap my legs around his waist. He backs across the cellar, collapsing down on the futon so I’m straddling him on his lap.

  I grind against him, kissing down his neck as I greedily run my hands across his chest, clawing the wet shirt away from his skin and tearing it over his head. This is it, right here: everything I ever wanted.

  How could I have ever thought I could be without him?

  Emerson’s hands are heaven as they blaze across my wet skin. He rips away my hoodie and tank, pulling my damp bra aside to close his hot mouth around my breast. His tongue rasps across my nipple, and I cry out, closing my eyes in ecstasy as I arch again, thrusting madly against his lap, desperate for the friction to ease the ache that writhes at the very heart of me.

  Only Emerson can do this to me. Only Emerson can ever satisfy this wild desire.r />
  He finally lifts his head from my breasts, gasping, and lifts me off his lap, setting me down on my feet again. My legs are so weak with desire I have to clutch his shoulders to stay standing as he undoes my jeans with sure fingers, and then inches them down over my legs, wet and sticking to my skin. He rests his forehead on my bare stomach a moment, breath hot against my panties, and every new exhale sparks shivers of longing through my system. The electricity spirals and swoops, setting all my nerve-endings on edge and shooting back to center on one small, aching point between my thighs.

  I let out a desperate moan, and Emerson tugs my panties down. I sway against him, closer, and then he touches his tongue against me, the warmth sending a shudder through my entire body.

  Oh my God!

  He licks at me, swirling his tongue softly around my tender core until I’m sobbing and helpless, totally undone. Then he grips my thighs and lifts me, turning to lay me down on the narrow futon. The mattress is ancient, and creaks in protest, but I’m too far gone to care.

  The hurricane rages on overhead, but right here, we’re in the eye of the storm. Nothing but the two of us, and this love burning, bright between our bodies.

  Emerson strips off his jeans and underwear, then kneels on the bed beside me, totally naked. I rise up and take his face in both hands, landing a dozen tiny kisses on his brow, his nose, his glorious cheekbones. My heart leaps at the sight of him poised over me, his taut muscles glowing golden in the candlelight. God, I could look at him forever, just drinking in the magnificent curves of his torso, like a Greek statue, made flesh…

  Look later, an aching voice whispers. Now, you need to feel him. Every inch.

  I lay back, pulling Emerson down with me as I spread my thighs wider for him. He braces himself above me, and I arch up, breathless, waiting for the rough slam of his body invading mine, but then Emerson stops, pinning my hips down and holding me in place, out of reach. I let out a cry of confusion, but he holds back, dropping his lips to meet mine so tenderly, it takes my breath away.

  He enters me slowly, inch by tortuous inch.

  “This is my favorite place in the world.” Emerson’s voice is low, thick with desire. “Right here. In you.”

  I gasp, feeling him slide inside me, filling me up, making my blood boil and my veins itch with a thick, velvet longing. I whimper, overcome with pleasure, my body clenching around him, drowning in sensation.

  “Jules,” he whispers, low and aching, and when I open my eyes, I find his face above mine: his gaze fixed, blazing deep into me. “Stay with me,” he gasps, eyes not wavering from mine as he slowly withdraws, and then inches back inside me.

  I moan, gasping for air. The pleasure is rising in me, circling higher with every long, slow surge. I writhe beneath him, wrapping my legs around his thighs to give him deeper access as we find our rhythm, rocking in slow, mindless strokes that set every nerve ablaze, a dark fire licking up my body, dancing across my skin.

  It’s exquisite agony, the thickness sliding deep inside me, the damp, hot slick of his body against mine. Emerson groans my name, over and over, capturing my lips again in searing kisses that smooth away every cruel word we’ve ever said, all the years of heartbreak. The past melts away under his touch, leaving nothing but right here. Now.

  There.

  I cry out, my body aching for release, the flames climbing higher. Emerson’s eyes darken. He thrusts again, harder, growling against my ear as our bodies surge faster. I arch up, sobbing, clawing at his broad shoulders, grinding my hips against him as our breath becomes frenzied, each new pulse and spark sending me closer, pulling me tauter, hurtling me deeper into the infinity of his eyes, and lips, and body rocking up into—

  “Emerson!” I scream, shattering. He cries my name, surging inside of me, his body shuddering over and over as I break open, free-falling down into the dark folds of ecstasy, clutching him to me for dear life as the waves of pleasure rip through my very soul.

  When I surface, I’m lying in his arms, my body scooped safe against the curve of his torso. I exhale, long and shaky.

  “Hey,” I feel his whisper in my ear. I turn my head, so I’m looking back at him.

  “Hey yourself,” I grin. My body is still shivering with aftershocks, sensitive to every gentle caress of his fingertip. I snuggle back, pulling his arms tighter around me. “You think the storm’s over yet?”

  “Which one?” Emerson laughs, a low vibrating rumble against my back.

  I flip over, so our faces are lying just inches apart. “Well, this one seems pretty calm to me.” I smile, intertwining my fingers with his and dropping tiny kisses over the bank of his hand.

  “Give me a couple of minutes, and we’ll see,” Emerson winks.

  I laugh, feeling a blissful calm settle over me. It’s not just the afterglow, no, this is something deeper: the sure knowledge that this man is my everything. Always.

  “Forever,” Emerson says softly, as if he can see it in my eyes. He circles his thumb and forefinger and gently slides them over the ring finger of my left hand.

  My heart stops.

  “Are you…?” the words fade on my lips, but inside, I’m flying again. I check Emerson’s face again, but all I find is certainty.

  Certainty, and love.

  He glances down, bashful. “I know, I don’t have—”

  “Yes!” I cry, smothering him with a kiss, as if there could ever be enough kisses in the world for this man. “Yes, of course I will!”

  “You didn’t let me finish,” Emerson protests, but he keeps a hold of my finger, eyes burning with joy. “I was going to say…I’m with you. Anywhere you want to go, anything you want to do. I’m there.”

  I feel tears well up, joyful and true. I cradle our hands against my heart, so happy, I feel as if it will burst right out of my chest. “I don’t know yet, what I want to do,” I admit. “Only that it’ll be with you.”

  “First, you’ve got college to finish.” He points out, “Then…We could move to the city,” he suggests. “Come back here for summer vacations, if you want.”

  I shake my head slowly, letting out a sigh of regret. “It’s too late. Dad sold the house already, it’ll probably be razed to the ground in a week.”

  “Not if the new owner has anything to say about it.” Emerson’s smile is full of secrets. I frown.

  “What are you talking about?”

  He kisses me. “It’s mine. Well, ours. I bought it for you.”

  My mouth drops open. Emerson leans in to kiss me again, but I pull back, my mind reeling. “What? I don’t understand…” I blink at him, amazed. “But, where did you get the money? Emerson! You can’t afford this!”

  “Sure I can,” he shrugs, still grinning. “I sold half the bar to Garrett, and your Dad will tell you, I drive a hard bargain. I got it for a song.”

  My tears come again. “You bought me a house,” I whisper, amazed. “I can’t believe it. Nobody’s ever done something like that for me.”

  “Get used to it.” Emerson cradles my cheeks in his hands. “I’m going to love you forever, Juliet McKenzie. And I’m going to spend every day proving you’re the only one.”

  “You don’t have anything to prove,” I whisper, “You’re my hurricane, Emerson Ray. I’ll always be yours.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  We stay in the cellar until the next morning, breathing promises into each other’s bodies, tracing the future across our naked skin. When we emerge from the shelter out into the bright light of day, the storm has passed, but the damage is strewn all across the property.

  “Oh!” I cry with disappointment, taking in the felled trees splayed across the yard, and the wreckage of roof tiles and storm windows, broken on the ground. My photography studio is nothing but firewood, shelves thrown clear across the yard, prints scattered and dancing on the breeze.

  “Shh.” Emerson holds me close, surveying the scene. “Don’t you see, it’s still standing. It’ll take more than a little storm to tear this one do
wn.”

  He’s right. The porch chairs may be broken, and the window smashed open, but the bones of the old beach house are still standing, solid and true, ready to weather another hundred hurricanes.

  Unbroken.

  “Ready to get started?” I ask.

  “Hell yeah. “He turns and gives me a heart-stopping smile. This is mine, I realize in wonder. For the rest of my days, I get that smile, and those eyes, and so much more, a lifetime with the man I’ve loved completely since the day we met.

  I take his hand, and we walk together into our tomorrow.

  THE END

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