by Zoe Blaze
“Hey, hey!” we said one after the other.
“Sorry, Emily.”
“It’s ok, Nicholas. You should be free to express yourself.”
My brother Nicholas was the youngest of the Cole brothers. He was home from college for the weekend. Nicholas attended the University of Boston. He majored in environmental science. Nicholas planned to enhance our water system once he returned from school next summer. Nicholas didn’t believe in shaving. His beard was long, touching the middle of his chest. His bushy brown brows hung over his gray eyes making him appear serious. He was a gentle giant who could be mistaken for a lumberjack who loved to hunt and fish. Every time I called Nicholas, he was at the gym, working out. I often heard a woman in his presence. He was young, I understood he didn’t want to settle down. When the right woman came along, I think any of the Cole men could fall victim to love. Well, almost all the Cole men. My father may be a different story. My parents were young when they started a family. However, my father should try to open his heart to love one day.
“Emily, how long will you be in town?” my father asked.
She swallowed a forkful of pancakes. “Probably until tomorrow. My father needs me home. I help run our business Santer Enterprises.” Emily didn’t make eye contact with me.
My skin heated, and I clenched my fists. It was clear I didn’t want her to leave. Now she planned to run back to New York City.
“Hopefully, Christian will bring me back into town tomorrow so I can rent a car.”
My father shook his head. “Oh no. We will get you home. Christian can fly you home on the Jet or the helicopter if you aren’t afraid to fly or he can drive you.” My father smiled.
Lips still tight, I nodded. My heart fluttered. There was no way I could lose Emily. I damn sure didn’t plan on having a long-distance relationship.
After breakfast, Emily and I walked over to Dr. Henson’s office. He assured her she would be fine but should follow up with her family doctor in a week. Emily and I rode to my home in silence. I helped her out of the truck.
She stood, staring at Cole Mountain. “It’s beautiful. I see why the town people were pleasant. Who would want to live outside of such a beautiful place?”
I stood at her side and groaned.
She weaseled her way into my arms. Before I knew it, my lips devoured hers. This woman had my heart. I needed her. I carried her into the house, up the stairs, into the bathroom. We tore our clothes off. I turned on the piping hot shower water. Emily jumped up into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist. I gripped her soft ass as I walked us into the shower. She circled her fingers through my hair.
“Emily, don’t leave,” I murmured against her ear as I slid deep inside her tight cunt.
“Fuck!” she screamed.
Her body shuddered with each stroke of my huge cock.
“Are you willing to walk away from us?”
I stared deep into her gray eyes.
“No, not ever, Christian. I love you.”
A part of me believed her. However, she planned to leave tomorrow.
Her fingers dug deeper into my muscled back as I thrusted into her warmth. “You belong to me, Emily.” I breathed.
Emily’s mouth dropped open and her pussy clenched my cock.
“Ye…sss…I…do,” she mustered out as she came hard.
“That’s right, sweetness give daddy all that good tasting cum all over my cock. I love this little pussy made just for my cock.”
I stroked and stoked, bouncing Emily’s tight pussy up and down my long cock. A second orgasm shattered through her, rocking her body forward. Her body convulsed as I emptied my thick, hot cum inside her womb. I came so hard. Her pussy sucked all the cum from my balls, slapping her tight ass. Emily’s fingers caressed the nape of my neck as I circled my tongue around her pink areola never removing my fat cock from dripping pussy.
“Fuck me all day, Christian. Please,” she cried.
I halted my tongue strokes, staring into her tear-filled eyes.
“Promise me you won’t fuck another woman the moment I leave,” she whimpered.
Slowly, I slipped my tongue past her soft lips. “I wouldn’t do that Emily. I love you. There isn’t another woman I want. You will be my wife.”
I thrusted my rock-hard cock inside her. “This is the only pussy I want. I only desire and need you, Emily.”
I ran my hand over her wet tresses. “Do you understand?”
Her lips trembled, and she shook her head profusely.
“Yes, baby, I hear you.”
∞
I was held up in my house for a week. My brothers and father called Monday to see how I was doing after I had returned from taking Emily home Sunday. I told them I was fine. They didn’t believe me. I sat numb, broken, and alone in the dark. All I did was sleep and stew in my anger. Friday my family had enough. Justin used his emergency key to enter my home.
Justin yanked the curtains open. Raising my hands, I shielded my eyes.
“Guys, he’s here,” Justin yelled out the front door.
My father and brothers poured into my house.
“What the hell is that smell?” Nicholas yelled.
“It’s Christian brewing in his own stench,” Alex joked.
“Get out! I don’t need any of you here,” I hollered out from the sofa.
My father’s monstrous, muscled frame stood at the end of the sofa drowning out the light in the room. His brows rustled together and his lips tightened. “Enough, Christian!” my father roared.
He pointed his finger at me. “This ends now.”
“Boys dump him in the shower.”
“No problem, Dad.” Nicholas leaned over, tossing me over his shoulder like I was a sack of potatoes, and carried me down the hall to the guest bathroom shower.
He turned the cold water. The frigid water prickled my pale skin.
“What the fuck, Nicholas?”
“Pull yourself together, Christian,” he yelled.
Chest heaving, I cut my eyes between my five brothers standing in the large bathroom.
“Remove your own clothes and get cleaned up,” Oliver ordered.
Alex slammed his fist against the wall. “We aren’t leaving you alone.”
“That’s right. We are taking you to the family home the moment you smell human,” Asher stated.
Laughter erupted from deep within.
They each bent over laughing. I was thankful for my family. I climbed out of the dark hole with their help.
∞
The view of Cole Mountain was up close and personal from where I sat in our family’s office building at the end of the block in our small downtown.
“Christian, how long are you going to stare out the window?” My father snapped his fingers in front of my eyes.
I didn’t answer. My gaze remained on the humongous snow covered, Cole Mountain.
This mountain was my birthright. I stood, walking closer to the large picturesque window. The townspeople decorated the street poles with green wreath garlands and large red bows. The last time I loved Cole mountain was before my mother’s first encounter with breast cancer. She loved this town. I think my brothers and I loved it because she did. My mother had been in remission for four years when I went off to college. Once my mother passed away, I had no plans of returning home. I couldn’t love this place if she wasn’t here anymore. My father always loved Cole Mountain. He may have loved this place a little less once my mother passed away.
Last year was the first time he’d traveled since my mother’s passing. They traveled all over the world throughout the years. We’d gone on family trips too. We were fortunate to have had my mother in our lives. She was sweet and spunky. Emily reminded me of her. My mother had to be tough to raise six boys. Maybe Emily’s spunkiness is what drew me to her. The moment she opened that sexy little mouth and snapped at me with those cute lips. I was in trouble.
“Dad what do you suppose I do? Emily is gone.”
; His heavy hand landed on my shoulder. “Go get your woman son.”
I glanced to my left into his somber green eyes.
“She loves you. A woman like that you don’t let get away. I should know. Your mother was a New York City girl from a rich family. Believe me when I say her father didn’t want his daughter moving to small Cole Mountain. I looked him square in the eye and told him there was no way I was leaving there without my Sabrina. Two weeks later, he gave me his blessing to marry his daughter. Son, don’t go to New York all King Kong but show her parents you are serious about your intent toward their daughter.”
I dropped my head and exhaled. “I’ll take that under advisement.”
My father pulled me into his embrace. “Don’t be stubborn, Christian. I know how bull-headed you can get. Don’t lose the woman you love because you aren’t willing to bend.”
I stepped back, peaking at the blue sky covered with thick white clouds.
Roughly running my fingers over my gruff face, I sighed.
“Ok, Dad.”
“First things first.”
I glanced at him. “What’s that?”
“Clean yourself up. You look like you haven’t left your cave in weeks.”
My lips curled upward under the thick beard, and a chuckle escaped me.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
EMILY
The night view of Manhattan from the helicopter was breathtaking. The beautiful red, green and gold lights lined the streets below. My big brooding man wasn’t excited at all. I wrapped my arm around his.
“Christian, will you look at me?”
His cold, distant green eyes met mine.
Caressing his stubbled cheek, I pressed my lips against his. He retreated, returning his gaze to the view of New York City.
I was breaking his heart which was never my intention. I’ve only ever known New York, now Christian wanted me to move to Cole Mountain with him overnight. I longed to be with Christian. There was no other man for me. I’ll prepare my family for my move to Cole Mountain with Christian. I wasn’t sure how to explain becoming unengaged to moving in with my mountain man.
I glanced at the helicopter pilot then Christian. Lightly, I caressed his gruff jaw. I grabbed his large hand, running his fingers over my covered pussy.
“Mr. Cole, we are ten minutes away from your destination,” the pilot stated.
“Mike, circle around again before landing and flip off communication with us until we are five minutes out. Only communicate before time if it’s an emergency,” Christian ordered through the mic connected to the earphones.
“No problem, Mr. Cole.”
I turned our microphones upward, then crashed my lips into his. Christian growled against my lips as he unfastened my jeans, slipping his large fingers within my folds. I moaned into Christian’s mouth as my fingers grazed over his muscled chest through his gray M.I.T. sweatshirt. My focus was only on my last minutes spent with Christian. His delicious woodsy cologne made me wetter by the second. How would I last one night without being filled by his big, fat cock?
Christians slipped two fingers into my tight hole, slamming into my g-spot. I stared wide-eyed into his.
“Fuck, Christian!”
“Don’t take your eyes off of me. I want you to remember my face. I want you to remember how good I make you feel.”
Loud moans escaped my throat and my face tensed from the unbelievable pleasure Christian was giving me hundreds of feet in the air in a helicopter over New York City.
“I’m the only man who will ever make you wetter than a waterfall. You’ll dream about riding my cock every night.”
The huge lump in my throat made it impossible to swallow.
“You’re my fucking woman.” The intensity in his sexy eyes was unbearable. A warm sensation flushed through my body as I rode out the best orgasm, he’s given me yet. His lips crashed into my open mouth. Christian inhaled my moans. Tears poured from my eyes. He pulled his fingers from my wet pussy, greedily licking his fingers clean of my sticky goodness. Christian zipped and snapped my jeans closed. He leaned over resting his elbows on his knees, clutching his head. I didn’t know if I should’ve touched my big strong mountain man but I did anyway. I caressed his back.
“Mr. Cole, we are landing in two minutes.”
He adjusted his headset. “Thank you, Mike.”
The helicopter pad on top of my building came into view. After we landed, Christian helped me out of the helicopter. We leaned over, running toward the roof door.
Christian and I rode the elevator down a few floors.
I turned my key in the door of my condo, flipped on the light, then turned to Christian. “Are you coming inside?”
He pulled me closer. Those somber, emerald green eyes crushed my soul. “No, I’m not coming inside. I need to get back.”
Tears escaped my eyes again as I cried into his chest.
His lips melted against the top of my head. “Everything will be just fine Emily.”
He didn’t sound all that confident. My coming back to New York was plaguing our new relationship. Christian placed his index finger under my chin until my gaze met his.
“Don’t cry, sweetness.”
His large padded thumbs swept across my face, clearing the tears from my cheeks.
“We’ll talk soon, baby.”
“Christian…” His soft pink lips slammed into mine. Christian's tongue slid into my mouth intertwining with mine. A loud moan escaped my body.
He broke our kiss. “Baby, lock the door behind you. I will talk to you later.”
I pulled my lower lip into my mouth.
“Sweetheart, the lip.” He dropped his head against mine.
A resident walked down the hall. My eyes never left Christians.
“My cock is rock hard. Shit.”
“Baby, come inside.”
Christian pushed the door open, backing me inside my condo. He halted his steps at the threshold. Christian dropped my duffel bag on the living room floor.
“Don’t open this door. Goodbye, Emily.” He backed away, slamming the door shut.
∞
Christian didn’t call me that night. I called his cell Monday, and he didn’t answer.
I sent him a text.
Hi, baby. I miss you.
An hour later he replied.
I miss you, too. Sleep tight.
My mother and father greeted me as I entered my office Tuesday morning.
Their tight arms surrounding my body almost squeezed the life out of me.
“I love you both. I cannot breathe.”
They released me. “Sorry, honey. Your dad and I were worried sick.”
“Thanks to Christian I’m fine.”
“I wish, I could meet this young man who saved my daughter’s life.” My father ran his hand along my arm.
I stepped past my parents toward my desk.
“Not sure either of you will ever meet him.” I fell into the oversized leather chair, turning into a ball of tears.
“I’m in love with him.” I grabbed a tissue from the box on my desk, dabbing my cheeks.
My parents rushed to my side. “I can’t believe Ross broke your heart,” my father huffed.
“We can’t fire him darling for breaking your heart.” My mother kissed the top my head.
“Not Ross. I’m in love with Christian Cole.”
My mother’s eyes widened. “Honey, you haven’t known him long enough to be in love.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Oh, because I knew Ross so long and he had sex with my best friend behind my back.”
My mother fell back into my father’s arms.
“Wait, till I see him. I will kill him!” my father roared.
My mother grabbed his arm as he walked, turning toward the door. “Let me go, Erica! He’s a dead man.”
I ran, blocking my father’s path. “Dad, don’t waste your time. I have moved on.”
Rather it was with Christian or not. This will be the only week I
mourn the loss of my relationship with Ross. I can’t carry that baggage into a new relationship.
I glanced through the glass window and my gaze met Ross’s.
Shit! Not now.
“Ross!” my father yelled. “In my office now.”
He turned walking away from my office.
I jumped before my dad. “Please Daddy,” I pleaded.
“Don’t sink all we’ve built for my stupid ex.”
My father loosened his tie. “You’re right, Emily.”
“I love you, Mom and Dad.” I wrapped my arms around them.
~
Later that night I dreamed of Christian, fucking me long and hard. The thought of how good his tongue swiped around my clit until my body shuddered, sent shock waves to my core. I needed him. I sent Christian an ‘I miss you’ text. He didn’t respond.
