Worth the Fight (Accidentally on Purpose)

by Davis, L. D.

  *~~~*

  We were giddy, high off of each other; laughing, groaning, moaning and giggling and kissing. We had the most ridiculous conversation in the living room a little bit earlier, and it followed us into the bedroom as I stripped Emmy of her clothing.

  “What if I put my favorite flavor of Jell-O on your lips so I could kiss it all off?” I murmured as I kissed along her jawline.

  She giggled. “No, because I’ll taste it, too.”

  Moaning softly, she arched her back as I pulled her shirt open and kissed her across her chest. I relieved her of the shirt completely and pulled the straps of her bra down her arms until she shrugged them off. I pulled the cups of her bra down until her breasts spilled free.

  “What if I put some cherry flavored Jell-O on your nipples and licked it off?” I asked and then pulled a nipple into my mouth.

  She inhaled sharply as her fingers entwined in my hair and then she giggled again when I released her.

  “You seem to have an obsession with gelatin,” she said.

  “No, baby,” I said as I reached under her to unhook her bra. “You are my obsession, but I wouldn’t mind pairing you with some of my favorite treats.”

  “You think a good ribeye steak is a treat,” she laughed. “Are you going to insist on rubbing meat all over me next?”

  I grinned up at her. “I have plenty of meat of my own to rub all over you, babe.”

  She laughed so loud I had to cover her mouth until she recovered so she wouldn’t wake up Lucas.

  “You are so corny,” she said afterward, and then sighed as my tongue traced a path down her belly and stopped just above her jeans.

  I released the button on her jeans and pulled down the zipper. Emmy lifted her hips as I shimmied the jeans and her panties over her hips and down her thighs. I quickly removed her last bit of clothing and tossed it behind me.

  “Some grape gelatin sliding down here,” I whispered as I ran a finger between her swollen lips.

  “Maybe,” she groaned. She pushed herself up on her elbows and looked down at me.

  “Just maybe?”

  I pushed a finger inside of her and pulled it out wet with her juices and spread across her sex before slipping it into my mouth.

  “Then again, you are my favorite flavor,” I growled.

  I pushed her legs further apart and hastily pushed my tongue inside of her tight opening.

  Emmy groaned and then chuckled. “I’m not Jell-O,” she said and then inhaled sharply when I swept my tongue up to her clit.

  “You’re better than Jell-O,” I said with my lips against her flesh. I sucked hard on her clit, making her cry out and thrust her hips up to grind her pussy in my face. “You are the sweetest of deserts…” I sucked her again and pushed two fingers inside of her. “The heartiest of meals…” I bit gently on her clit.

  Emmy let out a groan that started deep in her gut and came as she shuddered and trembled under my skillful tongue.

  “I’m…ahhhh...not hearty,” she panted. “Are you trying to call me fat? Oh fuck, right there,” she moaned and moved her hips frantically as she reached for another oral orgasm.

  Groaning, I lapped at the juices her orgasm had produced. She really did taste better than anything else on earth.

  “Phat? P-h-a-t?” I spelled out as I kissed her inner thighs. “Pretty hot and tempting? Yes, baby. You’re super phat.”

  Emmy covered her mouth as she laughed. When she spoke it was muffled by her hand. “You’re so stupid!”

  “Stupid?” I asked, as I kissed my way up her body. “Or stupid? Remember when stupid was good?”

  Her laughter was cutting off her oxygen. When she finally took a breath she begged me to shut up.

  “There’s only one way to shut me up,” I said and laid a kiss on each breast before moving my lips to her throat.

  She put her hands in my hair and pulled my hair hard, forcing my face up to meet hers. Her kiss was deep and sensual. Her tongue gently and slowly traced it’s way around my mouth. As she kissed me, she worked on the button and zipper of my jeans and then pulled my jeans and boxers down just below my ass. My erection sprung free, tapping her sex and making her wiggle and groan into my mouth.

  I finally dared to break away from her perfect mouth and quickly removed my pants and boxers before repositioning myself over top of her. The head of my cock was at her entrance, but the look on her face made me pause. She looked like she was worried about something, but didn’t want to say what by the way she was biting on her bottom lip. Then it hit me. I wasn’t wearing a condom and I highly doubted that while she was gone she went on any form of birth control.

  I opened my mouth to speak, but she spoke before me.

  “Are you really going to wear that shirt while you make love to me?” she asked, letting her eyes fall on the shirt I had forgotten I had on.

  I looked down at my shirt, too and frowned. I could take the shirt off, but I hadn’t realized it was so offensive.

  “Stripes,” she snorted, shaking her head. “You’re so lucky that I know what I’m getting under that hideous shirt.”

  I laughed now. More of our earlier conversation had followed us into the bedroom.

  “Go ahead and laugh,” she said primly. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to have an orgasm while running my hands up and down your horizontal lines.”

  “I’ll bet you that I will make you come at least three times, even with the horizontal lines on my person,” I challenged.

  “Psh,” she rolled her eyes. “Don’t be disappointed when I dry up and your dick gets chafed.”

  Positioning myself at her entrance once again, I said “We’ll see about that.”

  She opened her mouth to speak, but her words were lost when she swallowed back a scream after I pushed myself in balls deep after one hard thrust.

  “I’m sorry, baby,” I purred. “What were you saying?”

  She opened her mouth to object, but I had already slid out and was slamming back into her, cutting her off again and making her bury her face in my hated stripe shirt. I circled my hips, grinding against her clit as my cock swirled inside of her tight pussy. Soon she was biting my shoulder to muffle her cries as her body convulsed and her orgasm took over.

  “That’s one,” I growled.

  She looked up at me with vehemence. “Lucky shot, Kessler.”

  I laughed wickedly as I got up on my knees and without warning I grabbed Emmy and flipped her over like a rag doll. Then I was on top of her again, pushing myself inside of her from behind as I pinned her arms above her head with mine. My teeth sunk into the sensitive skin where her shoulder and neck met as I pounded into her. She pressed her face into the mattress to mute her cries and groans. With every thrust, she pushed her curvy ass up to meet me and take me deeper.

  I cursed and growled dirty things in her ear as I slammed into her.

  “This is my pussy, Emmy. Mine. If I tell you to come, you’re going to come. Your body is mine – your tits…” I used one hand to reach under her and roughly squeeze a breast, making her shriek. My hand moved down to her ass where I gave it a firm whack. “This ass…” I reached under her and thumbed her clit. “And this pussy.”

  Emmy clawed at the sheets and bit into her own arm as she came. She tried to wriggle away from me, but I growled at her and pinned her with my body as I continued to fuck her hard with my fingers working on her clit.

  “Too much!” She managed through gritted teeth.

  “No, it’s not,” I hissed and then groaned in her ear. “And that’s two.”

  I fit into her so perfectly. Everything about her right down to her inner walls was a perfect fit for me.

  “You’re fucking perfect,” I groaned in her ear as she began to fall apart under me once again. “Three.”

  Before she could grasp that she came three times, I was rolling off of her onto my back and pulling her forcefully on top of me until I was sinking into her again.

  Her hair was tossed, her eyes we
re wide, and her flesh was pink. I groaned as I ran my fingers through her hair, over her cheeks and lips, down between her breasts and over her tummy. Then I took hold of her hips and began to buck wildly into her, making her tits bounce and her mouth fall open and her head tilt back.

  “How do you like my fucking striped shirt now?” I growled as I felt my orgasm rising.

  She couldn’t answer, because she was coming again. To my delight, she put her hands on her tits and started frantically squeezing and tugging at her nipples. I lost my composure, growling like an obscene animal as I thrust hard, coming deep inside of her. I held onto her as she grinded on me, trying to take everything from me she possibly could, and I gave it, shattering apart as I did.

  Emmy collapsed on top of me, holding on to me as if she would fall without me. I wrapped my arms around her, listening to our ragged breaths and feeling our hearts pound together.

  When we were breathing a little easier, I sat up long enough to finally pull the offending shirt off. I kissed the top of Emmy’s head and stroked a hand down her back.

  “Four,” I whispered.

  Emmy snickered and punched me in the arm, but otherwise remained so quiet for so long, I thought she had fallen asleep, but eventually she pulled herself off of my body and disappeared into the bathroom. She came out a few minutes later and pulled on a shirt and a pair of shorts. She tossed me a pair of boxers which I promptly put on. Even though we just did the dirty with our kid sleeping a few feet away, we didn’t need to compound the awkwardness of that by being naked when he woke up, most likely before us.

  Soon Emmy and I were tangled together, contently drifting off to sleep.

  “Luke?” she whispered softly.

  “Hmm?” I murmured, too tired to open my eyes.

  “Are you happy?”

  I smiled lazily and gave her a squeeze. “Mmm hmm. The only thing that could possibly make me happier is making you my wife – and don’t think you can get out of that, because you can’t.”

  She was quiet again, and I was nearly asleep. In fact, my hearing was just beginning to shut down, making her whisper barely audible. It didn’t even register with me right away. It took a moment for her words to sink in and for me to react.

  “I’m pregnant,” she had whispered. “We made a baby.”

  Once the words really hit me, I bolted up so quickly that I banged my head into Emmy’s.

  “Ow!” she cried, rubbing her head.

  “We’re having a baby?” I questioned loudly.

  Emmy put her fingers to her lips to indicate that I should keep it down as she shot a look over to Lucas’s bed, but I didn’t care.

  “We’re having a baby?” I repeated.

  “Yes,” she laughed quietly and then put her fingers on my lips next. “Yes, we are having a baby, but let’s not wake up the one we already have.”

  I had said that nothing could make me happier, but I was wrong.

  I embraced her and kissed her and repeatedly said “We’re having a baby!”

  I gently pushed Emmy down on the bed and pulled her shorts down to her pelvic bone. I planted kiss after kiss where I suspected our child was growing.

  “We’re having a baby,” I whispered as I lay my head on her belly.

  Emmy ran her fingers through my hair and wiped away a few of her tears.

  “Yeah,” she said with a smile. “We’re having a baby.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Our family dinner was larger than usual. Lorraine’s house was bursting at the seams with family and friends. Kids ran, crawled, cried, yelled, and played throughout the house. There was a happy and pleasant buzz of conversation and laughter and debates from all of the adults, and the various scents of various foods, cooked by various people added to the warm atmosphere.

  Many of the same people that were at Lucas’s party were present, and a few others: Emmy’s parents, Emmet and Casey, Donya and her baby, Mayson, Steve and his wife Teresa and most of the staff from KKA, my sisters and their families, and my mom. Tabitha couldn’t make it due to her schedule, and Emmy’s other siblings declined to attend for various reasons. That was fine. Besides Tabitha, everyone else that was important to Emmy was in attendance.

  Our family dinners tended to fluctuate. On any given Sunday random people showed up, or out of town visitors were invited. It wasn’t surprising to see someone different walk through the door of whichever sister’s house dinner was at. So, the amount of people at dinner this night didn’t alert Emmy that anything was different. Her best friend and cousin were already in town, as well as her parents. She didn’t question a thing.

  Everyone was excited about Emmy’s pregnancy. Many of the women cried. The men warned me about Em’s impending hormonal mood swings and late night trips to the grocery store or a fast food restaurant for ridiculous cravings.

  It was a good night, and it was getting better.

  For dessert, there were many choices, but it went without saying that Emmy had to have a slice of my mom’s apple pie. I made her sit and relax at the dining room table while I went into the kitchen to get it for her. She was engrossed in conversation with Donya at her side and hardly noticed the large slice I put before her. She absently picked up her fork even as the room fell uncharacteristically quiet. Before she dug into her pie, she looked around the table and asked why everyone was so quiet. She looked down at her slice of pie and gasped loudly.

  Lying on the plate, beside the large slice of pie heaped with whipped cream, was a ring, gleaming in the light, diamonds sparkling.

  By the time Emmy’s eyes found me, I was already on one knee by her side. She covered her face as she laughed and cried simultaneously. I gently pulled her hands from her face and held them in mine. I knew we were surrounded by everyone we loved, but she was the only person existing for me at that moment. I didn’t hear the sniffles of women crying, the clicking of cameras, or hear the kids running around in the other rooms. I only saw Emmy’s beautiful face and heard her shocked gasps as she cried softly.

  I cleared my throat and began to speak.

  “People like to tell those they love that they have their heart, but I can’t say that because that wouldn’t be true. You don’t have my heart because you are my heart, and you are my lungs. Without you I am dark and hollow inside. Without you I can’t breathe. Without you I don’t have a reason to breathe. You light up the darkness, Em, and you fill in the hollowness. You give me sweet, refreshing breath. You are the oxygen that my body can’t ever be without. Emmy, you are…life, my life, and without you I am dead. Please don’t ever leave me heartless, breathless, and lifeless again. Marry me, Emmy, and every day I will give you more than my best. Every day I will love you with my whole being. Every day I will be your heart, your breath and your life.”

  I reached up and wiped at the tears that were pouring out of her eyes. I used the sleeve of my shirt to wipe her nose, making her sputter out a small laugh.

  “And finally…” I continued. “I promise I will never wear a striped shirt in your presence again, but I really like Jell-O. I think we can compromise with that one. So, please…marry me, Esmeralda Grayne.”

  She was crying and laughing and making a weird hiccupping sound. It was so unattractive and so damn cute. After a moment, she calmed down enough to nod her head.

  “Yes,” she said. “I will marry you, Luke Kessler.”

  I took the ring off of the plate and slipped it on her finger and released a deep breath I didn’t realize I was holding. Around us, our family and friends clapped and cheered, cried and laughed. Emmy grabbed my face in both hands and pressed her lips to mine. I put my hands in her hair and held her as we kissed deeply and without shame in front of our captive audience.

  *~~~*

  “I’m ready,” Emmy said to me hours later as we lay in bed.

  “For what?” I mumbled, already half asleep.

  She had worn me out in the living room, completely manhandled me – only because I let her – after our return fro
m Lorraine’s house. Mayson had done us a big favor and took Lucas with her overnight. Without having to worry about putting Lucas to bed, Emmy had attacked me before the door even closed.

  “To talk,” she said now.

  I opened one eye and looked at her. “About what?”

  “About Kyle,” she said softly. “You have every right to know what happened. I told the girls when I was in Jersey and I told my mom when I was in Louisiana.”

  “Why did you tell everyone else but me?” I asked, not bothering to hide how aggravated that made me.

  “You are…the hardest to tell,” she whispered. “You’re the last person…The things that happened to me are…humiliating, and up until the last time I saw Kyle, I felt such deep, debilitating shame.”

  “Baby,” I said softly and shifted so that I was leaning over her and cupping her face in my hand.

  “And honestly, Luke?” she started with her forehead creased. “As much as I felt that I deserved what happened to me, I was so afraid that you would agree, because you hated me for what I did to you.”

  “I never hated you,” I said, shaking my head.

  “You did,” she nodded. “And that’s okay. I understand. But even recently when you wanted to know, I didn’t want you to look at me…like that.”

  I touched my forehead to hers. “Tell me.”

  I felt her breath hit my face as she let out a long sigh.

  “I want you to understand something before I start,” she said earnestly. “Kyle was on drugs when he did the things he did to me. I’m not excusing him for his behavior, but the drugs changed him. He would have never hurt me like that if he was clean.”

  “Or he would,” I argued, trying to bite back my anger. She was about to tell me how Kyle broke her, but she was defending him.

  “Luke, I know him, okay? I know he wouldn’t have hurt me.”

  “But he did,” I spat out. “I don’t care if you somehow convince me that he was abducted by aliens and they programmed him to be an abusive asshole. I don’t care what the reasons are behind his actions, Emmy. Facts are facts. If he was on trial for this, he would be convicted.”