My fingers slide into her heat, coating that sweet smell of her arousal all over them. When she clamps down on them, I pull her hair to the brink of where it has to be painful for her. All I can think about is making her feel me, watching her fall apart as I fuck her over and over. I want to watch her explode.
Her gasps and moans as I thrust into her, then slide out to coat the rim of her ass are all I need to realize this woman has a kinky side to her that I’m going to take advantage of. Not in the way of using her; in the way of watching her come undone below me. I want to watch her spiral out of control and fuck her until her legs give out from the pleasure I’m giving her.
“Fuck. You are so damn beautiful,” I tell her then take my finger and dip it into her ass. I continue from her pussy to her ass, making sure she is lubed up enough to take me. She’s on the verge of coming with every stroke of my finger inside of her.
“So are you,” she tells me with breath so ragged she can barely get the words out. She arches back even more; she’s so damn flexible, perfect, and barely able to talk. I have her in a daze. A fog of sexual need. Just the way I want her.
“If I hurt you, you tell me.”
“Okay,” she pants as her eyes flutter closed.
“You sure you can handle this?” I want her to know I won’t purposely do a thing to hurt her.
“Just fuck me already. I’m on the edge here, Beau.” Her left hand lifts, and I lose sight of it, but I feel it when she toys with her clit, every once in a while touching the underside of my dick.
“Holy fuck. You’re sexy as hell. I want you to scream when you come.” I mean what I say. She better let go. That ass better be slamming back onto my cock as she rides out as many orgasms as I can get out of her.
I take a slight step back to line my cock up, but first I slap both of her ass cheeks. The sound of my hand cracking across her porcelain skin bounces off the walls. I wait a moment until her skin starts to turn pink before I do anything else, making me harder than I was earlier.
“You love it rough, don’t you?” Her body jolts forward slightly only for me to jerk it right back to where I need her to be. Her ass is tight and warm as I push against the pressure it’s giving me.
“Yes, I love it rough and hard,” is all she yells out the farther I go. Good answer, I want to say, but my brain won’t function, because damn, this feels so incredible. I have no words right now to form a coherent sentence.
Her back arches, her ass grips me, and once I’ve sunk in until my balls are ready to explode, I still myself for one second before I lose control. I need to be gentle at first, not domineering like my mind wants me to be. I start to move slowly, whispering how fucking good she feels into her ear.
Even though my hands are itching to hold onto her hair, I let it go so she can be as comfortable as she can get. She grinds her ass against me, and I drive into her once again. Once she starts to move on me even faster, I decide to take over. My hands grip her hips hard enough to leave marks as my cock drives forward and we fuck. Hard. Fast. And intense.
“Ahhh,” she cries out. I have no idea how her ass feels tighter when she comes, but it does. It pulls my release to the head of my cock. I’m ready to come so hard that I strain with everything I have not to let go.
“I need one more out of you, Emmy. Finger yourself.” I slap her ass again. She jars forward, and I swear like a motherfucker my dick can feel her fingers fucking herself furiously up against the walls of her ass.
“Jesus, Beau. I never thought this would feel so good.” Her voice is laced with desire.
“Me either, Emmy. I’m not sure what the hell you are doing to me.”
A few more hard thrusts, and I’m losing it right along with her, her name falling from my lips at the same time she cries out mine.
I pull out slowly, allowing her body to relax on the bed. Her breathing is so rapid I can see her pulse through the skin on the side of her neck when she turns and gazes up at me.
“You alright?” She smirks at my comment. In fact, the crazy woman goes into a full-on laugh. I haven’t heard anything as beautiful as the sound of her laughter in a long time. It catches me off guard.
“And here I thought you were an asshole,” she says through her little fit.
“Taking that ass of yours is what made you decide I wasn’t?” I bend down and tug on my shorts as I wait for her response.
“No. A real asshole wouldn’t make sure a woman is alright after what we did.” I exhale. She is alright. In fact, she’s much better than alright.
“Don’t count me out yet, Emmy. I meant what I said about hanging in there with me. Let’s take this slow, get to know each other in Mexico with any free time we may have. If you can do that, I’ll prove to you I’m a dick, not an asshole.” She simply shrugs at my sarcasm instead of laughing at me this time. She’s hesitant, and I get that. I mean, hell, one minute I think I know what I’m doing, the next I have no goddamn clue.
“I’m not going anywhere except to the bathroom to clean up.” Her tone is playful yet still guarded. I’ll take it and leave it at that. I do what any man would do; I help her out of her bed then watch her sway into the bathroom tugging her hair out of her ponytail. Good, I think to myself when I see it cascade down her back. I’m not going anywhere either, Emmy.
“Shit,” I mumble when I roll over and look at the clock that reads 8 AM. I haven’t slept this good in months. No nightmares. Nothing. I stretch and look over to where Emmy should be, except she isn’t there. Then the smell of bacon assaults my nose. Good, I’m starving.
Climbing out of bed, I stumble down the hall to my room, take a piss, brush my teeth, and snag my phone. I need to call my mom to let her know we possibly have a lead and I’ll be leaving for a while. She’s been good about giving me the space I need even though I can sense how worried she is about me whenever we talk.
“Hey, Mom,” I say when she answers.
“Son. I was thinking about calling you this morning.” Her tone tells me she’s happy to hear from me. God, I love her like no other. The sacrifices she’s made for me are unbelievable. This lady has dedicated her life to making mine a happy one.
I walk into the living room and whisper, “My mom,” to Emmy when she turns around to the sound of my voice. I can’t help but stare at the way she looks with her hair still wet. Her shorts are clinging to her ass, and she has a tight red t-shirt on. She must’ve showered, which makes me realize how hard and peacefully I slept.
My mom says something to me at the exact time Emmy holds up a mug and points to the coffee pot. I nod and continue to carry on my conversation with her, telling her everything I can about the mission, which isn’t much. Of course, she expresses her concern like the good mom she is.
By the time we hang up with me promising her I’ll call her the first chance I get, she’s pissing and moaning that Vice will be hanging around a little longer for her protection. Emmy has a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast on the table for me when I end the call, and I can’t help but look at her in a new way this morning.
“Did you talk to Kaleb about Mexico? We can’t have you going into this feeling guilty,” I ask her then dig into my food. It tastes damn good. You don’t realize how badly you mistreat your body by only eating enough to get by when you’re barely living.
“I did. It’s human nature to feel that way. Just like Kaleb, I will always tell myself that maybe if I’d tried just a little harder, then Ty wouldn’t have been so fucked up in his head, that he would still be here, that we could be as close as Kaleb and I are, and that my mom could have her son back. And, of course, innocent people would be alive.” Her eyes drag up to mine as if she realizes she shouldn’t have said the last part. It’s a subject I’m not ready to touch on with her. I may never be able to. There’s not a chance in hell I will let her take the blame for this.
“I told you last night just like I’m sure Kaleb told you. That shit is not your fault. Ty was your brother. You didn’t make the choices he made
for him. I’ll respect you and your mother for that. Deal?” I shovel the last few bites into my mouth, get up, and take my plate to the sink before I grab another cup of coffee and go to her.
“Come here.” I don’t bother waiting for her to stand. I lift her out of her chair with a gentle tug on her hand and pull her into my arms. A woman deserves to be respected, cherished, and made to feel good. It may not have seemed like I treated her that way when I went into her room last night, but the one thing I do know about her is, she’s as stubborn as her brother.
Yet, she’s a lady, and they seem to take things more personally than men do. She needs to get over that right now.
“What was that for?” She draws back to look at the sincerity I’m giving her with my eyes. My words that follow need to sink into her. I’m sure as I’m standing here she’s heard the same thing earlier when talking to Kaleb.
“Where we’re going is dangerous. We have no idea what the hell we are going to discover down there. I’m assuming you know we’re going down there to talk to a woman named Samantha Williams, who dated Ty for three years?”
“Yes. Kaleb told me.” Emmy gives me a quizzical look.
“It’s all we have to go on at this point, and since she seems to be someone we’ll be able to make contact with, I’m hoping like hell she’ll be willing to talk to us. We need to know everything she knew about Ty. You need to push all that shit out of your mind and focus on what we need to do. And that is to help us find out who in the fuck Ty had helping him. That’s where you and Jade come in. We know very little about her. Her father owns the resort we’ll be staying at. I want to know why a man as powerful as Ty was down there let a woman walk away from him. If she did it by choice or was forced to. No guilt, no fear, Emmy. You need to be strong, show her and anyone else we come in contact with that you are determined, demanding, and a woman who will not take bullshit answers. People will pick up on every weak emotion. This is out of your league, and I get that, but I need you to help me stay undercover. Do you understand?”
I hate to sound like the asshole she’s called me many times. She needs to have this drilled in her head. The tough Emmy needs to come back. The woman who gave me shit the first time I met her needs to show her horns, dig her claws in, and follow Jade’s lead when they talk to this chick.
“Like I told Kaleb, I may not know what you all do and how you do it, but this means as much to me as all of you.” Her response is exactly what I need to hear. She wouldn’t be going if we didn’t think she could take this on.
“I’m reminding you this is not a vacation for any of us. We could be walking into some serious shit down there. Now, go pack.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
EMMY
“You do not let my mom out of your sight.” I stand alongside Jade and Beau with my carry-on bag in my hand, listening to Kaleb bark out orders to Jackson and Steele like he’s a drill sergeant. My eyes internally roll at the way he commands them to do this and that and everything in between. I wait for a smartass remark to come from that non-filtered mouth of Jackson’s, but when all he does is squeeze my brother’s shoulder, I know this is real, serious, and dangerous.
Am I scared? Hell, yes. Am I determined to get to the bottom of this, to help in any way I can? You bet the sweet ass of the man standing next to me I am. I hear Kaleb bellow out a few more orders and try to hold my tongue. He wouldn’t be leaving her if he didn’t trust them, so why is he talking to them like they have no idea what the hell to do?
Kaleb may be the leader of the group, but these guys are a team. They have each other’s back, and now we’re both leaving them with the only parent we’ve had.
“Kaleb, go. I’ll be fine with these guys.” My mom gives him a hug and then moves to pull me into her arms. She’s shaking. I can feel how nervous she is about the two of us going together. The three of us have always looked out for one another. I feel horrible for leaving her. I’m not going to tell her that though. She’s our mother; she’ll worry no matter what I say.
Beau takes my bag from the ground where I sat it when Mom wraps her arms around me. He walks to the back of the SUV and places it inside while Mom whispers in my ear to please be careful. I give her a tight smile along with a kiss on the cheek, while the words Beau spoke this morning sit firmly in the front of my brain.
Show no fear. So I don’t and I won’t. “Love you, Mom,” I say then step into the open door, climbing into the back next to Jade, who looks cool and collected.
I’m nervous more than I’m scared. Nervous of what we may find down there. Worried that Ty had his hands in Mallory’s death. Even though both of these men who are now talking strategy in the front seat tried to reassure me I shouldn’t feel this way, I do. I always will.
At least doing this and the way Beau tried to pull that guilt out of my system last night with his words of encouragement, leave me with more hope since I first learned that Ty possibly had his hands in this.
I watch the interaction between the two men in the front. They genuinely care about one another as they go over a few details of how this is all going to go down. Even though the sexy man who I can’t seem to take my eyes off of has blatantly told me his heart is closed up, I’m proud of how far he’s come in a matter of days. If I stop and think about it, his heart may be closed off to a relationship, but it’s genuine. I know this about him. If he were as shallow as he makes himself out to be, he would hate both Kaleb and me, blame us for Ty’s actions. People do that when they grieve or they’re hurt. They strike out and blame others. The man I met a few days ago may have done that, but not the man here today. Whether he wants to admit it or not, he’s healing.
“This chick better talk,” I hear Beau say, bringing me back to the conversation I should be paying attention to.
“If she doesn’t, I’ll do what needs to be done to make her. You two need to let me handle it. Remember that,” Jade pronounces from her seat beside me. I swallow back those nerves so no one can see they are crawling up my throat and squeezing off my air supply.
Good God, I hope she talks. I hope she makes it easy on everyone and tells us everything she knows. Gives us a hint or some kind of name or anything to get this over with so we can capture that killer. Beau needs to move on with his life, and he can’t if there’s no closure in this. I feel like a bitch thinking that way. Life will never be the same no matter what, even if the person behind this ends up in a body bag.
Both Jade and Kaleb explained it all to me this morning when we talked. I’m here posing as Beau’s girlfriend, which is far from the truth. At least in his eyes. He’s tried to make it perfectly clear he’s using me. For the most part, he is, except I catch him looking at me when he doesn’t think I’m watching.
I know when a person is attracted to someone more than sexually. I also get the fact he’s afraid. I would be too if I were him. I squirm in my seat thinking about last night and the way he took control. I let him come right into my room and fuck me in the ass. I’d do it again, because nothing has felt as good as being screwed by a man who takes what he wants and still whispers in your ear asking you if you’re alright. A man who’s only out for himself would not give a shit. He’s fooling no one but himself. But hey, I’ll let him continue to do so, even if it means he walks away from me for good when this is all over.
“Hey. You need to quit overthinking. With my experience and your kind bedside manner, we got this. Like I told you earlier, there has to be a reason why she left him and why he let her go without harming her. You’ll do great, Emmy.” If Jade only knew that wasn’t what I was thinking, she’d be ready to strangle me. I do revel in Jade’s words and her confidence she has in me though.
The thing is, these three are trained for this kind of shit. I may have the proper etiquette of a doctor and I sure as hell haven’t had to sit down with someone yet and show my concern or tell them I’ll do everything I can to help them, but I will. I’ll do whatever I can to help them solve this. Plus, this is personal.
“I’m not overthinking. I’m planning my own ways to get her to talk. You three are intimidating as hell. It might be best if I talk to her myself. Like I said, I’ll do anything I can to help.” Jade grins beside me and tosses me a smug smirk, while Kaleb shouts from the front seat.
“You let Jade lead, Emmy. We know very little about this woman. We’re stepping into her territory, blindsiding her. It may appear she hasn’t talked to Ty in years before he died, that doesn’t mean she hasn’t. She could be in on this for all we know. Jade can handle it if she refuses to talk.”
“For fuck’s sake, Kaleb, I’m not scared. Give me some damn credit here!” I yell back, then turn to watch Jade kick the back of his seat, which gets her a glare from him through the rearview mirror.
“Shut it, Kaleb. She’s not an idiot.” I start laughing as Jade hands my brother his ass for a few seconds.
“No, she isn’t, but she is my baby sister and she doesn’t know how this works.”
“Well, I can guarantee I’ll get more out of her than you ever would. You need to lighten up, relax a bit, for crying out loud. I grew up with dealing with your bossy ass, didn’t I? Shall we tell them how many times I got you to tell me something? Like all the times I bribed you to do something for me when I would catch you sneaking out of the house or coming home drunk?” This little secret gets him to lighten his mood instantly. It also gets the four of us laughing our asses off all the way to the airport, where we board the plane.
We get to sit in first class and pretend to be vacationing. Our acting starts the second we leave the vehicle.
“Wow. This place is beautiful.” I loop my arm through Beau’s and pretend to be his girlfriend as we walk through the sliding doors of ‘The All Inclusive Casa Vallarta Beach Resort in Puerto Vallarta’. In the real world, this would be amazing if we were really coming here for a vacation as a couple, but I can already tell we’ll enjoy this.
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