“Oh God, Em. I can’t hold it in anymore. I’m so close,” I leaned down and whispered against her lips before I kissed her. “Are you okay?”
“God, yes. Oh, God, you feel so fucking good, baby. I can’t wait to feel you cum in me,” she moaned breathlessly as I started driving into her as fast and hard as I could.
“Fuck,” I shouted. “Oh, fuck, Em. I’m coming,” I groaned loudly as I exploded in her velvety core. Every nerve ending in my body felt like it had orgasmed too. I continued to pump my release into her as she milked me until I was completely empty.
“Oh, God,” she cried as she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me down to her chest. “Fuck, why did we wait so long? That was un-fucking-believable. I’m still feeling aftershocks.”
Laughing a little, I pulled out and kissed her. “I could tell. I’ll be right back.”
I went to the bathroom to take care of the condom and to grab a wet washcloth. When I returned, she was sitting up on my side of the bed. “I need to use the bathroom, but my crutches are still on the stairs.”
“I got you,” I dropped the warm, damp cloth on the bed, picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. “I’ll give you a minute.”
“Thanks,” she smiled.
Once we were both cleaned up and back in bed, I pulled her naked body to mine. “Good night, sweetness.”
“Night, pookie,” she said sleepily with a yawn.
I slept the best I had in more than a year.
Chapter Thirty
~Emmery~
The last two months had flown by in the blink of an eye. I was finally allowed to start bearing weight on my leg after my orthopedic surgeon gave me clearance. I still had to wear the boot, but I was happy with the improvement.
A few days after the accident that took the life of the young mother, the social worker called Brody to inform him that she was unable to locate any family for the infant boy named Declan William Macallan. When she told Brody that he was going to be placed in a group home until they could find a foster family, he lost it and begged the lady to let him take him in.
No joke. Begged.
Sadly, we weren’t able to go pick him up because we weren’t an approved foster home. She was able to get us started with the paperwork, required classes and inspections from the Department of Social Services. It took two weeks of jumping through hoop after hoop, but eventually Brody was approved to be a foster parent. By that time, Declan was already placed in a foster home, but we were hopeful that something would change and that Brody would be able to foster him.
We were still waiting.
Not long after we got home, Brody cleared out the shrine room. Once he was approved as a foster parent, he intended the room to be Declan’s.
During the time I had spent with Brody in Charleston, I had taken over the accounting and finances for Viper Security, and it was a full-time job. The business was growing by leaps and bounds with its new office space. And Charleston was growing on me. The people were so nice and genuinely seemed to care about their neighbors.
It was May and I had put off going back to New York, but I needed to go home eventually. Brody and I decided together that my moving to Charleston would be the next logical step in our relationship. It made sense. Although I would eventually be able to return to riding, it would likely be four or five more months. While Ted was a great boss, he needed someone there to train the horses. And I just couldn’t do it. It killed me when I had to resign. I cried in bed for a full day.
Brody promised to get me set up with horses to train and ride in shows when I was ready. While the sentiment was sweet and wonderful, it wouldn’t be my Puissant. He had become my baby. Jeff called and told me I could come see him whenever I wanted and Ronni texted me pictures of all of his shows. It just wasn’t the same. I felt like I had lost my best friend.
Kai, Drew, Joselyn and Taylor had agreed to go to New York with us and help clean out my apartment. Most of the furniture was being donated to a battered women and children’s shelter, but there were a few pieces that came home with us.
Ronni and Lois packed up a good bit of my clothes and brought them down when they came to visit back at the beginning of February, but I still had a lot of things there I wanted to keep.
Joselyn and I were coming back from dropping off several bags of clothes at the shelter when we happened past a bar; she squealed and then pulled me in.
“Have you ever been in here?” she asked as we approached the hostess stand.
“No, I don’t think I have. What is this place?” I asked, looking around, noticing how dark it was past the young, scantily dressed young lady standing behind the tall hostess desk.
Joselyn leaned in and whispered, “It’s a sex club, but it’s really more a voyeur club. You watch, you don’t participate. Taylor and I are members. We used to come all of the time when we lived up this way.” She smiled deviously. “I haven’t been in months. You wanna check it out?”
“Uhh, you do know I’m totally straight, right?” I questioned her, just to be sure.
She burst out laughing, startling the hostess. “Yes, dork, I know that. Come on, live a little.”
“Can I help you ladies?” The stunning, dark-haired woman dressed in a tight, black leather bra and thong with fishnet stockings asked us as we approached her.
“Yes. Member number is six-nine-seven-four-one-three. My name is Joselyn and this is my friend and guest, Emmery. We just want a booth for stage four, please,” she instructed without hesitation.
“Of course, Madame. Please follow me.”
“Holy fuck, what did you just get me into?” I laughed and followed behind Joselyn, who was pulling me by the hand.
“Ladies, would you like a drink before the show starts?” The hostess stopped along the dimly lit bar naked of barstools.
“Yes, please. I’ll have a Grey Goose martini and Emmery would like…” Joselyn paused waiting for me to answer.
“Margarita, on the rocks with salt. Please.”
“Of course. I’ll have them delivered to your booth,” she said, ushering us onward, further into the dark unknown. “Please watch your step. There are two steps coming up. You’ll see a light on the floor to indicate where they are.”
“I swear to God, if they try to kill us back here, I’m leaving you for dead. Do you hear me, Joselyn? Dead,” I forewarned her as she still dragged me along.
“Shut it. You’ll be fine. You might just find something new you like. And I can totally see Brody being into something like this,” she whispered back at me. “Do y’all ever watch porn together?”
“Sure, but not with real people in front of us.”
Finally, the hostess stopped walking and directed us into a curtained, velvety red booth, shaped in a U. “Please do not forget the rules. You are also responsible for your guest, Madame,” she said then disappeared into the darkness.
“Rules?”
“No sex in the club. No oral or penetration either. It’s a voyeur club. If you get caught doing either, you’re toast. So behave,” she giggled.
We didn’t have to wait long before a spotlight came on in the middle of the room, shining down on a bed.
“Shit, Taylor is calling me. I’ll have to text him.”
“Oh, God. Please, don’t tell him we are here,” I begged.
“Too late,” she said, tapping away on the screen. “Oooh, goodie. He’s on his way and he’s not alone.”
“What?” My neck almost snapped from whipping it around so fast. “What do you mean he is not alone, Joselyn? What have you done?”
“Tay and Brody are around the corner at a little bar and are headin’ over. Eeek, aren’t you excited?”
Fuck no, I wasn’t excited. I wasn’t sure I would even be into this.
On the bed was a blonde bombshell with legs a mile long and tits that were Beverly Hills perfect. She started out alone, just toying with herself, teasing the crowd.
The hostess appeared with our drink—and, a
s luck would have it, our men.
“Fancy meetin’ you here, sexy.” Taylor bent into his wife, sliding into the booth next to her. “Look who knew right where I was going and had his own membership.”
Brody.
“You have a membership?” I asked, surprised at the turn of events.
“I do,” he grinned, slipping in next to me. “I haven’t used it in years, but when you pay the kind of money these memberships cost, it’s a lifetime benefit. Is this your first time?”
Embarrassed, I nodded my head. “What if I’m not into this?” I leaned into him and whispered.
“We’ll leave, no questions asked. But I think you’ll enjoy the heightened pleasure of watching and not being able to act on your desires,” he assured me.
“Not really into solo,” I lifted my chin toward the woman. Just as I looked up, a man appeared on stage. Naked and more than ready to perform. “Holy shit.”
“Did Joselyn go over the rules?”
“She did,” I murmured, unable to look away from the stage.
“Good. We’re getting our own booth. Come with me,” he grabbed my hand and pulled me from the dark velvet cave, dipping into the neighboring identical darkness.
We sat at the back, hand in hand, right next to each other with a perfect view of the two actors on stage. She was on her hands and knees on the edge of the bed as he pounded into her.
“What do you think so far?” Brody asked quietly.
“Well, it’s different all right, but I’m not complaining. It’s pretty hot.”
“Just you wait, sweetness. Hot is getting ready to be scorching,” he warned seductively.
The well-defined man lifted the voluptuous blonde effortlessly into the air and laid her down on a narrow, oak dining table on her back, her head hanging off the edge of the other side. Once she was strategically placed, he spread her legs wide, gripped his thick cock and plunged back into her glistening pussy.
“Whoa,” I said, shifting in place, rubbing my legs together as my eyes rolled back into my head.
“I’d bet every cent I own that your panties are soaked right now and that your nipples are aching for me to pinch them. Am I right, sweetness?” Brody whispered in my ear, his fingers trailed up and down my thigh. My eyes rolled back in my head.
“Yes,” I said breathlessly. “Oh God, Brody. I need to get out of here.”
“It’s not over yet, baby. Look,” he ordered.
On stage another man had appeared and was slipping his cock between her lips. Her head hung perfectly for him to be able to fuck her mouth while using her breasts as leverage. She was being fucked ruthlessly at both ends, all the while moaning and rubbing her own clit. The men switched once and again hammered away on the slender woman’s body until they were both ready to explode.
The first guy pulled himself from her mouth and came all over her face while the second guy pulled out of her pussy and climbed on top of the table and jerked himself off until he came all over her perfect, round tits.
“Holy fuck, we have to leave. Now. I’m…I need… We have to go.” I stood and pulled him out of the booth behind me and practically dragged him through the club back through the maze of curtains to the front door.
“Babe, talk to me.”
“No. No talking. Just get a cab and get me home. Now. Or so help me God, I will fuck you right here on the streets of New York and get arrested doing it,” I told him as we reached the sidewalk out front of the club.
I looked up at the sign. Gaze. The name of the club was just plain and simple. It’s what you did. You just gazed.
My core pulsated as I waved my hand wildly for a cab driver to stop and pick us up. Finally, one did.
“Hurry up,” I said, pulling Brody into the cab.
“Damn, baby, hang on. What about Joselyn and Taylor?”
Ignoring him, I shouted the address of my apartment and told the driver there was an extra hundred in it for him if he made it fast. We weren’t but three or four blocks away, but I was one bump away from having an orgasm in my pants.
We made the drive in a record three minutes and I was pretty sure the cabbie ran at least two red lights. Needless to say, he got an extra hundred-dollar tip.
And I got the best sex of my life. I had a record-breaking six orgasms and Brody begged me for mercy this time.
As we laid in bed, tangled in our clothes that were still half on and the bed sheets that were half ripped off, he looked at me, wiped a bead of sweat from my brow and laughed. “Well, if I wasn’t completely and utterly in love with you already, this would have done it. Emmery Sofia Lennox, I love you.”
“Are you trying to make me cry?” I rolled over and straddled him. “I love you too. Pookie.”
Epilogue
~Brody~
Christmas was finally here and Lillian was at Leila’s this year because Leila and Jaxon had recently had a little boy of their own. It was important to them that his big sister be there for his first Christmas, which I understood.
Jane, Emmery and I were up early and on our way over to Lei’s before sunrise with a SUV full of gifts and one sleeping little blond-haired, blue-eyed boy. Just after Thanksgiving DSS called to inform us that Declan was unable to stay in the current foster home. They were having financial difficulties. We drove out to North Charleston the same day and brought him home.
When the possibility of getting custody came up, I remodeled the room Emmery referred to as my Leila shrine into a little boy’s room. It was beyond time. I just didn’t have a reason until it was finally important enough.
We made it to Leila and Jaxon’s with plenty of time to spare. Declan was asleep as Emmery carried him in and set him down in the living room, while Jane and I brought in the presents.
Jaxon had coffee on and ready for us when we slipped in, quiet not to wake anyone as we piled the presents up around the tree.
“Good morning,” Jane whispered and gave Jax a tight hug.
“Mornin’, Jane. Lei will be down in just a minute, she was up and down all night with Logan. He’s got another ear infection,” Jaxon explained.
We all sat down around the living room, enjoying the subtle smell of the large blue spruce Christmas tree.
Jaxon’s parents and Leila came down a little while later with both kids. Lilly grinned from ear to ear when she saw me and Declan. She was a great big sister. She was gentle with him. He was ten months younger than her. He would be turning one on February sixth.
“Da-dee,” she squealed and padded over to me. I loved this age.
“Hi, princess. Are you ready to open presents? Declan will need your help too. Morning, everyone.”
“Brody, whose baby is that?” Jaxon’s mother, Ashley asked as she cooed quietly over him, in his car seat.
“I guess, technically, he’s mine. I’m his foster father,” I explained to Ashley and Doug then launched into the whole story.
Everyone exchanged Christmas wishes and caught up. Emmery had met Jaxon’s parents at Lilly’s first birthday party in April.
There was a knock at the door and Leila popped up to answer it. “I wonder who that is?”
“Is Unke Dew?” Lillian asked.
Leila opened the door, and in came Drew and Barb, who were still half asleep with large coffees in their hands. “It is Uncle Drew and Aunt Barb. Can you come give them hugs?”
Lilly squirmed out of my arms and ran to them. She wasn’t gone too long though. She was a Daddy’s girl.
Jax’s dad was there with his camera snapping picture after picture as Lil opened her presents and helped Logan and Declan open theirs. Logan was still too small to know what was going on, but Declan lit up when he finally saw what was inside of the wrapped boxes.
I couldn’t help but wonder what his life would have been like if he would have grown up in a foster home that had multiple children on a tight budget. It was meant to be that I showed up that night. Especially after I heard his last name. Macallan, one of my favorite scotches. I tried to n
ot think about his middle name being the same as my father, but it was another sign from above that he was meant to be with Emmery and me. Maybe God did work in mysterious ways, as Jane once said.
After all of the presents were unwrapped, breakfast eaten and everyone was relaxing in the living room, I decided now would be a good time to give Emmery her present, even though we agreed to wait until we got home.
I stood and walked over to where she was standing with Declan on her hip by the tree, talking to Leila. I whispered to her, “I have a surprise.”
“Really? Is it that you’re actually Superman?” She laughed and shook her head.
“No. Lei, could you please take Declan?”
“Sure,” she said holding her hands out to the adorable little boy.
I turned and cleared my throat, garnering everyone’s undivided attention. “Emmery, you came into my life on a whirlwind. You surprise and mesmerize me every single day with your intelligence, your kind heart and your great sense of humor. I love you unconditionally. I can’t imagine spending the rest of my life without you and I don’t want to. I promise to always try to be the man you need and the husband you deserve.” I dropped to one knee and pulled a two-and-a-half carat, emerald-cut diamond engagement ring from my pocket, and everyone, including Emmery, gasped.
“Emmery Sofia Lennox, will you do me the amazing honor of becoming my wife?” Looking up from my kneeled position, I waited anxiously for her answer. She waved her hands wildly in front of her face as tears flowed freely down her beautiful cheeks.
“Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you.” As I stood up, she launched herself into my arms and kissed me senseless until a few throats cleared, reminding us we weren’t alone. “Oh my God, Brody. I can’t believe you did this,” she said as I slipped the flawless diamond into place on her left hand. “It’s exquisite. I love it. And it fits perfectly.”
“I may have had a little help.” I nodded over toward Jane, who was sitting tearfully with Lilly in her lap.
“I don’t even know what to say. I love you so much, Brody. I never imagined myself being this happy or feeling this fulfilled. I can’t wait to be Mrs. Brody Davis.”
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