Emily tried not to think the worst, but it wasn’t looking good. Still, she didn’t want to jump to conclusions. “Get out of here!” Bryce shoved them out the door again. They opened it once more, but he closed it again and finally leaned against it. She couldn’t see him well, but he looked angry and sheepish. She’d forgotten to ask what country he was in. Maybe they were just extra friendly wherever he was. “Sorry, Em.” After another minute, he came back to the computer.
“So what was that all about?”
He shrugged. “Hell if I know.”
“Where are you anyway?”
“In a hotel.” He took a deep breath. Emily could tell he was quite flustered. “So where were we anyway?”
The girls broke in again, giggling, and both had their tops off. They were pretty well endowed in the chest department and suddenly Emily felt almost inadequate. “Bryce-y, baby, the party can’t start without you.”
He exploded. “I’m talking to my girlfriend here. Would you get the fuck out of here?”
One of the girls said, “Wife?”
Emily started feeling a little frosty. “Fiancé—as in, engaged to be married. Bryce, what the hell is going on?”
“Get the fuck out of here, ladies.” He got up and shoved them out of the room again.
As he started walking back yet again, Emily repeated her question. “What’s going on over there, Bryce? Something I should be worried about?”
He was still angry. “Look, Em. Here’s the deal. This is my last shot before we get married. So I’m having a little fun, okay? You can understand that, right?”
Her heart sank. She blinked twice and swallowed, then ensured her voice was steady when she said, “What exactly is a little fun?”
He shrugged. “You know.”
“No, I assure you I don’t. Just have the guts to be honest with me, Bryce. Are you sleeping with those women?”
She knew by now that she’d know, no matter what he said. Bryce wasn’t good at lying, and she suspected she already knew the answer. “You don’t really wanna know, Em.”
Another gulp of air. “I do.” She needed him to say it.
He rolled his eyes and shrugged. “Fine, Em. Yes, I am fucking those women out there, okay? But it means nothing. I got needs, Em. But I love you, and I swear to God you won’t have to worry about it when I get back.”
Without another thought, her finger swirled on the mousepad on her laptop. She knew her face was emotionless, as it should be. “Goodbye, Bryce.”
“Oh, no, you don’t. Don’t hang up on me, Em. Don’t—”
She did. But that wasn’t enough. Then she closed Skype and shut down the computer so he could call all he wanted. And while she was at it, she grabbed her phone and powered it off, just in case.
She sat on her bed, feeling numb. She didn’t want or need to cry, and yet she felt two tears trickling down her cheeks. She swiped them off and took a deep breath. She could do this.
Chapter Fourteen
EMILY HAD BEEN resting her head on her pillow. She had no more tears, no more than the two that had dropped right after she’d closed her laptop lid, but she’d felt numb, and she had to work through it to find her heart again. Once she felt able to process, although still raw, she sat up.
She heard Clay playing his guitar in the music room. He was working on a new song, but she hadn’t heard it enough to recognize it…yet. But she loved it so far.
She took a deep breath and stood. She drank the rest of the water in the glass on the nightstand and then walked across the room. No longer numb, she felt like she needed companionship. No, she needed more. Much more. She knew what she wanted. She pulled her engagement ring off her finger and threw it on her dresser. It rolled and bounced off the mirror, spinning until it slowed and stopped.
She cracked the door to Clay’s music room open and peeked in. He was sitting on the loveseat on one side of the room, strumming and listening to the sound coming out of the smaller amp on the floor. Emily walked in. She didn’t know if leaving the door open would ruin the acoustics, so she shut it behind her quietly.
He was a sight. He was completely absorbed in his music, and she didn’t want to interrupt him, so she sat on a stool near the door. After a few seconds, though, he looked up at Emily and stopped fingering the guitar. He smiled. “What’s up?”
She felt better just because of the way he was looking at her. She knew what she needed. She could feel her heart thudding in her chest, but she had to force the words out of her mouth. “I, uh…I need to talk to Jet.”
He squinted his eyes, not fully registering her words at first. He sucked in a deep breath and stood, resting his guitar in the stand at the end of the loveseat. “You sayin’ what I think you’re sayin’?”
Her breathing seemed so loud in her own ears, but she couldn’t make it quieter. She stood and nodded. “Yeah.”
She took a tentative step toward him, but he was in front of her in seconds. She wasn’t quite sure how it had happened, but it was as though they let the electricity between them take over. Her arms were around his waist, his hands in her hair drawing her close, and their lips collided as they gave in to everything they’d been holding back for so long.
His kiss was deliberate and delicious, his tongue, warm and smooth but firm and insistent. In those first few moments, her body primed itself for his touch. In reality, though, she knew she’d been primed for this man for a long time. She was just now giving in to her needs.
He pulled back a little and asked, “You sure you want this?” She nodded. “What about your fiancé?”
“He’s not my fiancé anymore.”
Clay raised his eyebrows. “What about crossing the employer/ employee line you were worried about?”
“I don’t give a fuck.” She stood on her tiptoes to kiss him again, but she didn’t have to stretch for long. The kiss was magic, even more so than the first one. Suddenly, all her nerves were tingling, eager for him, wanting to feel him all over. Emily could feel his snakebite piercings against her lip, and she thrilled at the feeling. She’d never kissed a man who had facial piercings before, especially on his lips, and she was relishing the sensation. She got the feeling that Clay hadn’t taken her seriously, though, because he was kissing her, but his hands hadn’t moved. She loved the feeling of them against her skull—possessive, dominating, and hot—but she didn’t just want to kiss him. She wanted all of him.
And of all days for him to actually wear a shirt. But maybe that was a good thing, because she could move the action forward. She grabbed his shirt at the bottom to pull it up over his head, but once she had it up past his pecs, she broke away from his kiss to touch his chest with her tongue. She’d been peeking at it over the past month but now she could take it all in. He had so many lovely, colorful tattoos on his torso, but she hadn’t been able to study them. She couldn’t now, either, but she could see them up close. There was a red dragon amongst them, but it was out of her eyesight as she zeroed in on a nipple. There was a ring hanging from it that she just had to lick. She heard the air escaping through his teeth, and that’s when she knew he was just as turned on as she was. Thank heavens, because she needed a good fucking, not just from someone who wasn’t Bryce, but she needed something different, something more, and she thought Clay was just the man to deliver.
His hands had moved through her hair to the back of her head as he let out another breath of air, and he pulled her lips back up to meet his in another kiss. His shirt was still bunched up under his arms and her hands, exploring the musculature of his torso, kept it raised. He smelled spicy, and she knew it was the scent of whatever cologne he was wearing. His kiss was firmer this time, hot and demanding, and she felt her panties grow damp as his fingers tugged on her hair. He pulled his hands through the length of it, forcing her head back and exposing her neck. She could hear how ragged and shallow her breathing had grown as he kissed the length of her neck down to where the edge of her tank top dipped, showing off a hint of cleavage
.
God, her pussy was already taut, ready to clench itself around his cock, and while she loved the anticipation, she didn’t want to wait. Feeling impatient, she grabbed his shirt again, but she froze as his tongue slid between her breasts. It was way too early in the game for making noise, but she couldn’t help the faint groan she uttered. She was already close and wanted him inside her, but he seemed to be having fun taking his time.
She couldn’t complain about his technique thus far. He was damn good. He let go of her hair and helped her take his shirt off. Then he said, “You sure you wanna do this?”
She smiled. “Yeah, totally sure.”
“I’m so glad you said that.” He led her to the loveseat and she lay down first. He lay on top of her, and it was awkward, with his legs mostly dangling off because he was a lot taller than the loveseat was long. Still, she was able at last to feel his iron dick digging into her, right where she wanted him. He ground it into her a few times until her breathing became erratic again, and he said in her ear, “My cock has been aching for a taste of you, baby.”
She let out another breath of air, almost a laugh but not quite. Had he really been lusting for her that badly? Well, she was aching to drink him in too, but her mouth couldn’t form the words. She wanted him, wanted him so badly her brain had stopped working, and she was operating on some of the most basic instincts she had. In one swift motion, he pulled on the bottom of her tank top, bringing it up to her bra. She had to sit up some so he could get it over her head, and she grabbed it at that point to pull it the rest of the way off. His hands were then just under her shoulder blades arching her back, coaxing her breasts up to his mouth as though she were a meal and she was his last. And as she curved her chest as was his bidding, he was kissing down her cleavage again. He lay her back down and eased his hands around her sides until both hands cupped the side of each breast. He eased one hand over the top, teasing her pebbled nipple, and then he unclasped the front of the bra. She shoved her hands in his hair, almost violently, needing to feel grounded. With his hand, he brushed the cup off the top of her left breast and kissed up the side from the cleavage to the areola. Then he licked the nipple and she gasped and arched again. He drew her nipple into his mouth as a heavy breath escaped her mouth.
He released it and then licked down the slope of her breast to her cleavage again. His other hand loosened the other bra cup, and as he kissed up the side, she could feel the vibration of his voice as he talked. “I gotta know…are you one of these women who isn’t completely wiped out by an orgasm?”
She could barely make her throat work, and when she was able to get the words out, she was surprised by how guttural her voice sounded. “What do you mean?”
He nipped at her areola and then licked her again. She could feel the breath of a slight chuckle before he spoke again. “Can you have a ton of orgasms before you pass out?”
She smiled too, in spite of how desperate she felt. “With the right guy and the proper motivation.”
He looked up. His eyes were so dark, they looked like chocolate, even though she knew they were green. “Good. Then brace yourself, ‘cause number one is coming right up.”
She felt the heat flush between her legs as she anticipated his touch. His fingers closed around the button on her shorts, but his lips never left her flesh, kissing a path down her abdomen, almost a straight line, as his fingers opened the shorts and pulled the zipper down. When he saw the lacy pink panties that matched the bra, he said, “How’d I know you’d be one of those women who likes to match?”
She could barely concentrate as his hot fingers pulled down on both her panties and shorts at the same time until they were off. “You don’t like that?”
“I didn’t say that.” His hands were back on her leg, lifting it up on his shoulder. “I like that attention to detail.” As he picked up her other leg and lifted it on his other shoulder, she took in another sharp breath of air. He kissed the inside of her thigh. “Shows you give a shit.” He zeroed in on her pussy, and she could feel his breath on her. “I like it.” She felt his fingers on her labia, pulling them apart, and he didn’t waste any time. His tongue—hot like his fingers—stroked the length of her clit, and he took his time…once, twice, then three times, and she felt the muscles in her thighs clench. She shoved her hands back in his hair, unable to control herself. He stopped and so she opened her eyes to look at him. Then he smirked at her and licked her again, but this time it was rapid fire, designed to bring her to orgasm quickly. She almost laughed, having thought he’d designed his technique, but goddamn, she was close, so close. She could feel the chemical rush to her brain, the precursor to a mind-blowing climax, and she took a deep breath, willing it on. She tilted her pelvis up a little more, knowing it would help. She let out a small moan, ready to feel it crash over her full force.
And then he slowed down, achingly slow. She pulled one of her hands out of his hair and thrust it into her own, afraid she might start yanking on his head and demanding he put her out of her misery. As soon as she adjusted to the new speed, though, he started flicking his tongue quickly again. It was as though he didn’t want her getting used to anything.
She gasped, unable to keep up with the rush of sensations moving through her body, because even though his tongue was focused but on one place, she could feel one of his hands sliding up her belly toward her breast, and she was taut and tingly all over. Once again, her brain built up to the edge, ready to let her give in to a killer orgasm.
He must have known. Maybe it was something about the way she was sucking air into her lungs or the way she held his hair in her fist, but he slowed his tongue action again like he had before. She let out a frustrated groan at that point, because he was torturing her. She was in agony. She knew, though, that she wouldn’t have traded it for anything. She made herself relax, knowing that it was going to happen no matter what—it was just a matter of when he chose to take her home.
Then it was worse, because he took his tongue off her completely. “Say it, baby.”
She could barely talk. It came out more as a gasp. “Say what?”
“Say you want me.”
She opened her eyes to look at him. There was no question. “God, yes, yes, I want you. Please don’t stop.”
He smiled at her, a wicked smile, the kind of smile a father would never want to see on a man looking at his daughter. As her eyes closed and her head dropped again, she became aware of her discomfort as her ass was on the edge of the loveseat, but he touched her clit with his tongue again, and it was forgotten. Just like before, he gave her a couple of slow strokes. But then he sped up again. This time, though, he didn’t stop, and she felt like she could let herself go. She gasped a deep breath of air and just focused on the sensation below. And then it came upon her, hard, fast, and furious, and she let out a loud groan, willing her legs to stay open while he brought her untold pleasure. At that point, she couldn’t tell at first if he was moving fast or slowly, but then she realized he’d slowed to somewhere in between, and the waves of her pleasure were controlled by each stroke of his tongue. It wouldn’t stop.
Fuck, was he incredible. She finally begged him to stop, because it was just too damn intense. She was pressing his head away now, and she said, just a breath, “Stop, stop, stop.” She lay her head back on the cushion.
He licked up the side of her thigh and said, “I thought you asked me so sweetly to not stop.” She could hear the smile in his voice.
She let out a long sigh. “That was before.”
He kissed her up her belly, sucking in the flesh gently before moving up further. When he got to her face, he said, “Oh, no. You are completely wiped out.”
Her eyes fluttered. “Nope. Not even. I just need a second.”
He was kneeling next to the loveseat. He kissed her neck, and she knew then that she was quite satisfied. If that was it for her for the night, she’d be great. But she knew herself too well and knew that if they kept going, she’d be more than happy
to pursue another rockin’ orgasm. She wound her hand through his hair and brought his lips to hers. Oh, yeah…that kiss. That was enough to get her going again.
Emily knew Clay was probably hurting by now. So when the kiss ended, she said, “You gonna fill me up now, big boy?” She hadn’t exactly been able to tell through his jeans; the only thing she’d been able to tell was that he had nothing to be ashamed about.
He grinned. “Yeah, but I don’t have any condoms in here. I gotta go get one.”
“Where are they?”
“They’re in my room. Why, do you have any in yours?”
She wished. Her room was closer than his. No, she didn’t want to be in her room right now. That damned laptop would remind her of Bryce. No way. She shook her head. “No. To your room it is.”
“You comin’ with?”
“Yeah. You don’t have a problem with that, do you?”
He smiled again. “Hell, no. That should save some time.” He stood and she could see his jeans bulging.
He held out his hand to help her up. She stood and felt self-conscious, because she was completely naked, and Clay wasn’t. He was still wearing his jeans, and they hadn’t been unbuttoned. But he wasn’t leering at her; he was on a mission. Once in the hall, though, she put her hand on his chest and pressed him against the wall. She got her face close to his and he kissed her. She cupped that bulge in her hand and rubbed him until he let out a groan. She liked how his hands squeezed her ass. She was definitely ready again. She couldn’t wait to feel him inside her. With both hands, she unbuttoned the top of his jeans. “Come on,” he said, grabbing one of her hands and leading her down the hall.
Ah…so he was getting close. She smiled, feeling a little devilish herself now. When they got to the living room, she walked a little faster and stood in front of him. He smiled at her, and he was amused, but he also looked beyond horny. His eyes looked as though he were only half with her, like he had to hide part of himself away to stop himself from losing it before he was ready.
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