“Yes,” Emi said, leaning against him. “Just like things are over between Sly and me.”
“So just like that?” Nathan asked. “You were leaving on a trip with her earlier, and now you’re here with my sister?”
“There was never any trip,” Sydney said, hating to have to admit it. Even Emi turned to him in surprise. “I only said that so I could get out of there as fast as possible. I couldn’t stand being around Em and Sabian anymore.”
Emi stared at him for a moment before explaining some more to them about this being something that had happened over the year they’d known each other. Both had been afraid to admit their true feelings, but they’d become impossible to deny anymore. She’d felt terrible about having to break things off with Sly, especially after his invitation to Maui, but she had to do the right thing.
“And you’re happy?” Liv asked, smiling big.
Emi brought her hands to her mouth, smiling big. “I am.”
“Then that’s all that matters now.” Liv rushed over to her and hugged her then hugged Sydney, mindful not to mush Oliver. “I’ve heard nothing but good things about you, Syd, not just from Emi but Sarah and anytime your name’s been brought up by anyone else. I’m trusting I won’t have to come after you if you do anything to hurt my baby sister.”
“Oh, he’ll have plenty of people coming after him,” Nathan said in a not-so-playful tone.
But Isaiah, who was closest, smirked, reaching out and giving Sydney a bro hand shake. “He’s known Emi for over a year,” he said, turning back to Nathan. “I think he knows what he’s getting himself into.”
“I sure do,” Sydney said, smiling as he turned to look at Nathan.
Nathan’s hardened expression finally softened into a smirk and he nodded. Fortunately, with Oliver squirming in Sydney’s arms, the subject was changed back to him. Emi went through the things Liv bought for her new baby, laughing and playing with Oliver and all his new toys.
Oliver pooping right in the middle of her front room had her brothers on their feet. “And on that note,” Isaiah said laughing, “we’re out of here.”
“Yeah.” Liv laughed also as she stood up. “I gotta go pick up my baby. I miss him already.”
As little as their new relationship was discussed, Sydney had a feeling Emi hadn’t heard the half of it yet from her siblings. They’d probably grill her about it later and rightfully so. Sydney could understand if they had any misgivings. Their age difference was pretty significant, but he’d never been so sure about anything in his life. He had no worries. In time, they’d be convinced of just how much Emi meant to him now.
The second they were gone Sydney was all over her. Their lovemaking however would have to wait. To his exasperation, Emi had to clean up poop and then set up Oliver’s little bed, water bowl, and potty pads in her room.
Oliver had only just curled up in his little bed, and Emi was still staring at him. “Isn’t he the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen?”
“Yeah, adorable,” Sydney said, pressing his erection against her from behind and kissing her neck. “Real fucking adorable,” he said as he sucked her neck.
She turned around, wrapping her arms around him, and he picked her immediately. “I need a shower,” she said against his lips. “I hardly broke a sweat today, but still, it was a five-k walk in the hot sun.” She sucked his lower lip. “I feel icky.”
Sydney lowered her to the floor. He’d since removed his long-sleeved buttoned shirt and had been lounging in his wife beater shirt and slacks. “I’ll join you,” he said, unzipping his pants, and Emi giggled.
“Okay!”
They rushed into the bathroom together, undressing as they scrambled. The moment she pulled her blouse and bra off and Sydney was privy to her beautiful bare and perky-as-fuck breasts, he knew there was no way in hell he was waiting. Not even until they were in the shower.
Sydney put a hand on one breast and his mouth on the other and sucked that hard nipple, squeezing the other with a moan. Emi ran her fingers through his hair already breathless. “I feel your tongue everywhere,” she said, gasping as he sucked even harder.
Sliding his hand down, he moved to her other breast as his fingers made it into her panties. He smiled against her nipple as he felt how hot and wet she was. She moaned when he slid his finger over her wet clit. “Do you feel it here?”
“Yes!” she said breathlessly, arching her back against the sink he now had her leaned against.
Sydney continued sucking her breast as he slid her panties off her and brought his finger over her wet pussy again. He could hardly stand, seeing her completely naked like this. The sight alone had his dick dripping already.
He continued to slide his finger over and over, slowing and rubbing at just the perfect spot that made her moan. “Oh my God,” she said breathlessly. “It’s too soon.”
“It’s never too soon,” he said as he rubbed her slick slit gently, feeling her entire body begin to tremble. He brought his lips to her mouth, wanting his mouth on hers when she came. “Don’t hold back, baby,” he teased, sliding his finger down to her dripping opening then back up to her clit. “But I could slow it down if you want.”
“No!” she said, swaying her hips in invitation for him to keep doing what he was doing.
Devouring her mouth, he pushed his finger even deeper in her but gave her clit what her entire body seemed to be begging for now with his thumb. Once again she trembled, holding on to him for dear life as she pulled her mouth away from his to gasp.
“Oh!” she cried out as she swayed against his fingers. “Right there,” she said as he continued to play with her pussy until she was coming hard and crying out.
He kissed her even as she moaned in his mouth. “Beautiful,” he said against her lips. “Ga damn, I almost came myself.”
He tugged at her bottom lip as she continued to try and catch her breath but smiled, eyes closed, in that drunken way he knew so well when it felt that good. Pressing his throbbing cock against her naked body, he kissed her again. “I need to make you mine,” he whispered against her lips, “right here, right now.”
Her eyes opened, and she smiled as she had so often last night. The burning desire in her eyes was undeniable. She’d just come and she wanted him inside her now. “I wanna watch.” Sydney’s eyes narrowed on her, confused, but before he could ask, she turned around and bent over the sink, looking up at him in the mirror. “I wanna see the moment you make me yours. Watch as you explode inside me.”
One look down and Sydney felt ready to explode already. He groaned, squeezing her voluptuous ass with both hands. “Jesus!” he said, closing his eyes as she lifted even higher for him. “I need a condom.”
Emi brought her hand back and held his arm before he could move away. “I’m on birth control,” she said, and that nearly killed it for him as thoughts of her and Sabian assaulted him until she added, “I have to be. It regulates my cycle. You said you always use one. I trust you.” Their eyes met in the mirror and she smiled. “I don’t want anything between us.”
The red haze that’d begun to cloud his thoughts cleared, and he smiled though his heart still pounded. The thought of her with anyone else had him plunging into her from behind with a purpose. He felt a little bad when she gasped and he realized how tight she was. But in the next second, she was moaning with pleasure, so he continued to make her his, knowing it wouldn’t be long at all. Just looking down at her perfect ass made him want to come right there, so he stared into the mirror instead.
Emi glanced up, and seeing that look of profound pleasure in her eyes was worse than looking at her ass. He came with groan as he buried himself deep in her. “Ga damn!” he grunted as he felt the strength in his legs drain along with his dick.
He hadn’t expected to come so much, not after what she’d done to him in the parking structure. They sure as hell would need a shower now. Once in the shower they kissed softly, sweetly, holding each other for long periods under the warm water. She fe
lt perfect in his arms, as if their bodies were made to hold each other. After what had just happened over the sink and what she’d done earlier, Sydney hadn’t expected anything more than sweet kissing to happen in the shower. But all it took was a little lathering soap and Emi’s hand on his cock again, and he had her up against the shower wall, crying out in pleasure once again.
By the time they got to her bed, where Sydney had originally thought all the action would happen, they were both spent. Sydney lay there, holding Emi, even after she’d fallen asleep so peacefully, and stared at her as he had last night with no doubt in his mind now. Just as he told her earlier, Emi was the soul mate he hadn’t even known he’d been waiting for all these years.
~~~
The sight of Emi in her sun hat, glasses, and the purse she now carried Oliver everywhere in, made Sydney smile. He didn’t think it possible, but every time he looked at her now, she was more beautiful than the last. She walked in, carrying a picnic basket, one he knew was likely full of delicious treats for their sailing excursion today.
Sydney was packing a small ice chest with water bottles, grapes, and a bottle of wine. His phone was on the counter, and he had Lynn on speaker.
“Hi, Sarah,” Emi said as soon as she realized who Sydney was chatting with.
“Hi Emi,” Lynn said just as cheerfully. “I hear you’re going sailing again. Good luck! Sydney’s never been able to convince me to get on that thing. I have this thing about the deep sea and all its creatures. I’ll stick to the beaches. Thank you very much.”
“But it’s so much fun,” Emi said, placing the basket on the counter and wrapping her arms around Sydney’s waist. “And so romantic.”
“I can see how it would be romantic,” Lynn said. “But I’m just too chicken. Anyway, I’ll let you guys go on your romantic sailing trip now. I just saw a story about 4B Global’s acquisition on the news and was curious since Sydney had mentioned it a while back but hadn’t lately. You guys have fun.”
Sydney kissed Emi, aroused the moment she pressed her body against his. “God, you’re so fucking adorable,” he said, touching her sun hat.
She chewed her bottom lip. “You like it? I knew I should’ve gotten you one.”
“You’re adorable in it, but I told you I don’t do hats.”
“But you’d look so good,” she pouted.
Sydney kissed then sucked her pouty lips. “No, I hate wearing hats,” he whispered then laughed when she pouted again. “What is it with you women and hats? You know to this day Cristina says she still gets choked up when she sees a guy wearing a fedora because Mando owned so many and wore them often at her request.”
He saw the strange pinch in her brows; then she seemed to remember something and the brows went up. “Acquisition?”
It took him a second to figure out what she was talking about then remembered Sarah’s call. “Yeah, the company’s been talking about it forever. It’s just finally looking like it might actually happen.”
With his hands all over her ass, Sydney could already tell they wouldn’t be leaving his place without a quickie. He pulled off her hat and kissed her deeper.
“What does that mean?” she asked in between kisses.
“Means we may have a new headquarters in New Zealand soon.”
He started to slip his hand in her shorts when she flinched back. “Your company is moving to New Zealand?”
“Part of it will, but not me.” He smiled. “They still want everything here to stay as is. It just means the company would be even bigger and the new headquarters will be out of New Zealand now—not Texas.” He shrugged. “I’ll probably get sent out every now and again, but I’ll still be stationed here.”
“That’s kind of a big deal, isn’t it?”
Sydney stared at her lips. “I guess.”
“Why hadn’t you told me?”
“Because it’s not going to affect me much. It shouldn’t affect you either.”
“But you told Sarah.”
Her pinched brows made him smile. Even when she was practically pouting, she was fucking adorable. God, he loved her. “Babe, she even said I mentioned it to her a while back. It’s not that big a deal.” He pecked her again. “Boring work stuff. There are so many other things I’d rather talk to you about.” She stared at him but didn’t say anything, so he searched those beautiful eyes. “What’s wrong with you?”
“I just . . .” She shrugged, looking away.
Sydney couldn’t help but smirk, wondering if she could possibly be feeling a little jealous of Lynn. This wasn’t the first time she’d questioned something he’d told Lynn about but hadn’t told her. More boring stuff. The last time it had to do with his IRA. Only reason he’d even mentioned to Lynn in the first place was because she’d asked about it. She and Angel were in the process of making some bank moves. But he dared not suggest she might be jealous.
“I know what you need,” he said instead, lifting her so suddenly in his arms Oliver barked.
Sydney hurried her into his bedroom even as she giggled and pretended to protest. He took the purse with Oliver in it and put it on the floor, letting her pup out. “Go play, Oliver,” he said, already tugging Emi’s shorts down. “Syd’s gotta play with Mommy for just a little.”
“Sydney!” She giggled as he pulled her shorts and panties right off and nudged her onto his bed. She sat down on the edge as he went down to his knees and spread her legs. “Lie down, baby. I’ll give you what you need right now.”
She did as she was told, and Sydney went right in, licking between her folds from bottom to top, smiling when she arched her back. “Is that what this pussy needed, babe?”
“Yes,” she said, squirming as his tongue flicked her clit.
Sydney smiled even bigger. “I knew it.” He spread her with his finger and fucked her with his tongue until she was moaning then stopped for a moment to stare at the beauty of her dripping slit. “Every time, baby. I’ll fix whatever’s bothering you just like this every time.” He groaned before taking her clit in his mouth and sucking a little harder.
Chapter Twenty
Emilia
For months, life had been blissful. Emi hadn’t expected anything less. She felt stupid that she’d waited that long to get the courage to admit, not just to Sydney but to herself, that she was utterly in love with him. Even his mom, who’d never met her, had known for months that they were in love. Sydney and Emi flew out to Flagstaff, where he introduced her as his soul mate, and his mother’s response had floored her.
“I knew you were out there and it was just a matter of time before he found you.” She’d held her arms open wide to hug her. “I’ve known it from the moment he first told me about you. You’re the one.”
Needless to say his mother was all for the relationship. Emi had never felt so welcome so quickly into anyone’s life. They’d even ironed out the few wrinkles that over the first few weeks of their relationship had needed ironing out, like both of them agreeing to be honest about their feelings and any jealousy they might be dealing with—something neither of them should be feeling but inevitably did. Emi hated to admit she thought her age and immaturity compared to Sydney’s worked against her sometimes. It was the only thing she feared could possibly be the cause for problems between them.
Her growing insecurities.
Everything else between them was perfect. When Sly had called her a couple of times at first because he wanted a longer explanation of their break up—something she admitted to Sydney she’d sort of offered the day she broke things off with him so abruptly—Sydney had listened to her tell him about it calmly. Albeit he was noticeably tense and a bit irritated when she’d told him how long she’d been on the phone with him. She hadn’t thought forty minutes was too unreasonable until he told her about his fifteen-minute chat with Scarlet and how Julie Anne had come by for five or ten minutes to visit with Homer.
Emi had been livid. Though she’d done her best to not show her immaturity compared to Sydney’s c
omposed way of handling his anger. Even Homer had gotten a few nasty glares from her when Sydney mentioned how excited he’d been about seeing Julie Anne. Fat little traitor! Sydney had reassured her easily enough, and just like when he’d calmed her about his call with Scarlet, their first argument ever—about Julie Anne still stopping by his place to flaunt her obnoxious assets—had ended in bed with Sydney calming her once again in his very special way.
The second time Sly had called had been harder to tell Sydney about. But they’d agreed to pure honesty, especially when it came to this kind of stuff. She’d kept the conversation short enough, even telling him she didn’t think it was a good idea for him to keep calling her. She was going to be telling Sydney about this last call, and she was certain he wouldn’t be too accepting of them staying friends after that particular conversation.
As hard as it was to tell him about it, even then he was so much better about dealing with any kind of jealous emotion than she was.
She’d begun spending multiple nights at his place, though they still hadn’t discussed any possibilities of moving in together. Emi was okay about keeping things as is. Getting that close to him did scare her a little. She already felt so completely and hopelessly in love with him, and that was terrifying. His composure about the things she was sure would have her stomping her feet like a child and wanting to throw a tantrum made her feel like he had the upper hand.
Like the night she had no choice but to tell him she’d spoken with Sly again. She’d gone up to his place right after she’d gotten off the phone with Sly to put together a mandarin chicken salad for them. They were in the kitchen with Sydney doing his usual, following her around, incapable of keeping his hands off her.
Sydney stood behind her, kissing her neck as she put the salad together, his erection unabashedly making itself known against her ass. Emi had to smile, feeling that all too familiar ache between her legs. She was never there for more than a few minutes before his erection made its stiff appearance.
But before he let any time pass, before Sydney could ask her why she hadn’t told him sooner, she just blurted it out. “Sly called today.”
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