by K. C. Lynn
“All right,” she agrees with a smile. It’s a smile I should have been suspicious of.
“All right, let’s see.” I look at the screen on the iPad and it doesn’t take me long to figure out the program. For a warm up, I decide to start with one that she knows by showing her an L. She smiles and repeats it back to me. “Good girl.”
I go to pick another one when she interrupts me: “Um, excuse me?”
“What?”
She flicks her hand at me. “Take something off, Jameson.”
I grunt. “That was a practice one, baby.”
She shakes her head. “Uh-uh. Rules are rules. Come on, take it off.”
I smirk. “You want to see me naked that bad, Em?”
She shrugs. “This is your game. I’m just following the rules.” I grunt, not impressed with her sass, then take off my hat. “That’s hardly an article of clothing,” she scoffs.
Jesus, she’s lippy. “Rules are rules, baby.” I mock back.
I decide no more Mr. Fucking-nice-guy for her. I scroll through trying to find a letter I don’t think she will know, which is mean, I know, but her lippy ass deserves it. I pick a P and show her the screen. She stares at it for a long moment, and by her hard concentration I know I’ve got her. I’m about to tell her to shed her shirt when she repeats the right letter back to me. Huh, I didn’t expect that.
She smiles at my surprised expression. “Next, Jameson, and this time it better be your shirt.”
I glare at her smugness then sit up and take my shirt off. My semi-erect cock, goes painfully hard when I watch her innocent eyes roam my body with appreciation, her cheeks flushing pink. Yeah, this game isn’t going to last long. I scroll through the letters again and pick a Q. There is no way she knows this one. I flip the screen toward her with a smirk.
“Hmmm,” she muses, one of her fingers tapping her lip as she stares at it for a long moment, a really long moment.
“Shirt off, babe, now,” I order, before turning the screen back to me.
“Q,” she blurts out.
My gaze snaps back to her. What the fuck? “How did you know that?”
She shrugs. “I’ve been practicing.” I watch her suspiciously, something not feeling right. “Pants off, babe, now,” she mimics back and bursts out laughing, thinking she’s fucking hilarious.
This game is seriously starting to piss me off. I take my belt off instead of my pants and she rolls her eyes, clearly not happy with my choice. She’s goddamn lucky I don’t skip this shit altogether and rip her fucking clothes off instead. I’m close to doing just that.
I carefully select my next choice, skimming through every letter. Emily waits patiently with a smug smile, one I’m becoming more and more suspicious of. I decide on the letter B. I show her the screen and pay really close attention to her. I watch her stare at it, and my eyes drop when I notice her arm just barely moving, but I can’t see her hand. “Hey, what the fuck are you doing?” I point at her accusingly.
She stills. “What?”
“Put your fucking hands up!”
She throws her hands up with a laugh. “Am I under arrest, Special Agent Jameson?”
I’d find her cute if I weren’t busy busting her ass. “You were fucking cheating.”
“No, I wasn’t.” She scoffs then bites her lip guiltily.
“Yes, you were. You were tracing the letters next to you, weren’t you?” She would know what they are by drawing them out. Fuck, I can’t believe I never caught on.
“No.” She lies again, laughing hysterically. That’s it. I toss the fucking iPad aside then pounce on her. She squeals as I flip her under me and away from the headboard so we’re horizontal. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I would have told you, I swear.”
I grunt. “Before or after I had all my clothes off?”
“Duh, after of course,” she sasses back, jacking my dick harder.
Rising up, I cup her between her legs, feeling the heat of her pussy through her shorts, and her laughter trails off on a moan. “That smart mouth of yours is about to get you into trouble, Emily.”
“Then by all means, punish away,” she taunts breathlessly, lifting her hips to grind into my touch.
White-hot lust erupts through me. “Be careful what you ask for, baby.” I’ve been fairly careful with her the last few days, not wanting to unleash this burning desire I have for her, the need to fuck her without abandon so strong it even scares me.
She looks up at me earnestly, then reaches up and curls her hand around my neck, pulling me down to her mouth. I kiss her long, deep and thoroughly, her innocent taste, one I will never be able to live without ever again, rushes through my veins and completely intoxicates me. As hard as my dick is right now, I could just do this with her for hours. Just touch and taste her.
Her fingers grip my hair aggressively as we devour one another. “Don’t hold back on me, Jameson,” she mumbles just before she shocks the shit out of me by taking my bottom lip and sinking her teeth into it.
The sting shoots like a bolt of electricity straight through my body and right to my cock. My restraint snaps. With a growl, I rise up and grab the top of her tank top then tear it down the middle. She gasps in shock before a fiery whimper escapes her lips. I throw the tatted material of her top aside and stare down at her sexy, pink lace bra with my plaid shirt marginally covering her.
My hand reaches up to cup her delicate throat, my thumb running back and forth on her thrumming pulse point. “Everything about you is beautiful, Em, and delicate. The way I want to take you, the things I want to do to this sweet body of yours.” I shake my head and groan. “It’s so fucking consuming, I find it hard just to breathe.”
“I’m not going to break, Ryder,” she whispers.
“No, you won’t, but you deserve sweet and soft just like you.”
She reaches up and touches my mouth, her fingers tracing my lips. “I deserve you, and everything you have to give me.”
She is not ready for everything I want to give her, but I’ll definitely start getting her prepared for it. I encircle her wrist and press a kiss to the inside of her palm, giving her one last moment of tenderness before removing her shorts. I rid her of them quickly, leaving her in her matching pink panties and my shirt.
“Fuck, you’re sexy.” I reach up and flick the front clasp of her bra, freeing the best set of tits I’ve ever had the pleasure to touch and taste. Leaning down, I take a pink tortured bud into my mouth and suck it before biting down with force.
“Ah, god.” She whimpers, her nails digging into my shoulders, the painful pleasure spiking my dick harder than I thought possible.
I get to my feet and stand at the edge of the bed before grabbing her ankles and pulling her closer to me. Her eyes burn with lust and anticipation, but there is no denying the trepidation in them. “Sit up for a moment, baby.” When she does as I ask, I rid her of my shirt and her bra before coaxing her to her back again. I stare down at her innocent perfection, she looks like a fucking angel – one I’m about to corrupt.
I trail my hand between her breasts and down her quivering stomach before cupping her hot, lace covered pussy, feeling her fucking soaked. She moans and arches into my touch. “Do you trust me, Emily?”
Her eyes snap open, her pretty gaze holding mine with confidence. “Yes.”
It’s the only word I needed to hear. Grasping her hips, I bend down and give her soft, toned tummy a gentle kiss before flipping her to her stomach, she gasps at the sudden movement. I lift her to her knees so her perfect ass is perched for my pleasure… or hers, depending how you want to look at it.
I cup her soft, round flesh, loving how perfectly it fills my hands. “I swear, Em, your ass was made for my hands, just like the rest of your body.”
She moans and thrusts back greedily. “Ryder, please do something.”
I smirk. “What do you want me to do to you, baby, hmm?” When she doesn’t respond, I chuckle, knowing she doesn’t want to ask for it. “This maybe?”
I lean down and kiss each side of her round globes. She shakes her head and pushes back, seeking more. “No? Then how about this?” I rip the lace from her body before running two fingers through her wet flesh, tracing lightly over her throbbing clit.
A fiery, sound erupts from her. “Ryder, please, you know what I want.”
I chuckle. “Yeah, baby, I know, and I love hearing you fucking beg for it.” I bring my fingers from her pussy and suck her arousal off. I groan from her sweet taste then bring my hand down on her ass, delivering a sharp slap.
“Ahhh, yes,” she cries and thrusts back eagerly for more. I give her what she wants, bringing my hand down again, a little harder this time, making her scream.
I groan, feeling ready to explode from just the sound of her pleasure. I watch her soft flesh turn red and I soothe it with my palm. “Tell me, Em, tell me how much you like it when I spank this tight ass of yours.”
“I love it. I love everything you do to me.” She pants heavily.
“That’s because this ass is mine, isn’t that right?” I ask before laying down another hard slap to her tender flesh.
“Yes, yours, always.” She whimpers, pushing back for more.
I growl and undo my pants, freeing my cock. “That’s right, baby, and one day, I’m going to fuck this ass. I’m going to take you where no one has before. I’m going to invade every inch of this body of yours so you never forget who it belongs to.” I lay down two more smacks, one to each cheek before reaching under and slapping her pussy, right over her clit.
“Oh god, Ryder!” As soon as her orgasm hits, I slam inside of her, right into fucking paradise. She screams again at the invasion, her pussy clenching and fluttering around me, griping me like a tight vise.
“Ah fuck, you’re perfect, baby.” I swear I’ve never felt anything as good as her. I still and grip her hips firmly. “You still good, Em?”
“God, yes, don’t stop.”
I let go and fuck her without abandon. I pound into her relentlessly, fucking her harder than I have fucked anyone in my entire life. Her screams and cries fueling me, making me feel like a fucking animal.
I lean back and watch my cock plunge in and out of her. “Fuck, your pussy is so greedy for me, baby.” Knowing I’m not going to last long, I change my angle, stroking her sweet spot.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god.”
I agree and I would tell her so, if my dick weren’t bathed in tight, hot perfection right now.
It isn’t long before her inner walls clamp down on me. “Fuck yes!” I growl before falling over the edge with her, coming harder than I ever have before.
As soon as I pull out of her she drops down on her stomach. I lean over and kiss her soft, slender back. “Are you good, Em?” I ask worriedly. When she doesn’t respond, my panic escalates. “Em, baby, answer me, are you okay?”
“Can you give a girl a minute? I was just screwed within an inch of my life, sorry if I’m having a hard time speaking at the moment,” she mumbles into the blankets.
I smirk, taking her sass as an indication she’s okay. Standing up, I shed myself of my pants then head into her bathroom and start the shower. I walk back to the bed then pick Emily up, cradling her in my arms.
“What are you doing?” she mumbles, her eyes closed.
“Taking you into the shower, baby.”
“No shower, only sleep.”
I grin. “Shower first, then sleep.”
“I hate it when you’re bossy.”
I chuckle and ignore her grumpiness then step into the shower, under the hot spray. I put her down in front of me, keeping my arms locked around her body so she can stay upright. She leans back, slack against me, and considering her eyes are still closed, I decide to wash her. I watch the soap run down her beautiful body, loving every fucking moment of it, and I’m shocked as shit when my cock turns semi hard again.
“Don’t even think about it, Jameson.”
I chuckle and kiss her wet cheek. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll collect later.”
I feel her smile and I finish washing her quickly, but don’t bother with her hair. I need to get her back to bed for both our sakes. Shutting off the water, I drape a towel around my waist then quickly dry her off before wrapping one around her. I carry her back to the bed then lay her down under the covers before climbing in next to her. The same time I reach for her, she’s already moving in to snuggle against me. She places a kiss over my beating heart then lays her cheek against it. I drag my fingers along her back, soaking in her warmth and scent. This is my favorite place to be in the entire world, it was six years ago and it still is.
Before I can think better of it, I whisper the words I’ve been terrified to tell her: “I love you, Em.” My heart jackhammers in my chest as I wait for her response. When she doesn’t answer, I rise up slightly to glance at her face and see she’s sound asleep. “You’ve got to be shitting me.” I expel a disbelieving chuckle. I pull her closer and kiss the top of her head. There’s always tomorrow and every day after that, hopefully. With that thought, it isn’t long before I follow her into a peaceful slumber.
Chapter 20
Ryder
The next day we’re driving to Rosa’s in comfortable silence. I glance over at Emily in the passenger seat when I feel the weight of her gaze on me. A small smile graces her face as she watches me deep in thought.
“Everything okay, baby?”
“I like that after all these years I get to see what you look like.” She shrugs. “Or anyone for that matter, but especially you. I used to try so hard to picture what you looked like.”
Reaching over, I grab her soft hand in mine and link our fingers together. “Am I how you pictured?”
Her expression turns thoughtful. “I think so. It’s hard to say. When I think back to how Cece described you and I look at you now, then yes, you match the description. But even all those years ago it was hard for me to picture you, because I wasn’t sure if what I remembered was accurate. But when I touch you and look at you, then you also look how I pictured.” She shrugs and gives me a sexy smile. “Either way, I knew you were hot, Jameson, and you definitely lived up to it.”
“You’re the sexy one, Em,” I respond with a smirk before bringing her hand to my mouth and kissing the inside of her delicate wrist.
“Do I look the same as I did back then?” she asks softly. “I haven’t had a chance to look at pictures of myself, and, to be honest, I doubt my parents took many.”
“Yeah, baby, you pretty much look the same. You were the most beautiful girl in the world back then and you still are.”
She smiles softly at the compliment. “What constitutes as beautiful though, and what doesn’t? I mean, for me, I always saw people for who they were on the inside, I saw… I don’t know, their souls? Take Kyle for example.” My blood instantly heats at the mention of the arrogant prick. “If you saw him from a distance and only judged him on his looks you could consider him attractive.” I grunt. “I said attractive, Jameson, not sexy.” She chuckles. “But I know him, I know what he looks like on the inside and he’s ugly. The same rule applies to you, except the opposite. Yes, I knew you were physically attractive because of how you were described and what all the girls always said when they talked about you, and yes, you are sexy, but what makes you beautiful is your soul.”
Something shifts in my chest at her words, just like it always does when she says shit like this to me. “That’s what I’m saying, Em. That’s what made you better than everyone else. Don’t get me wrong, on looks alone you still exceeded any other girl in that school, but it was your insight, baby, that set you apart from the rest. When I told you, all those years ago, that you saw me far better than anyone else I meant that. Yeah, those bitches thought I was attractive, but they also saw me as trash. You could have believed the rumors about me being dangerous and stayed away, but you didn’t.”
I hear her seatbelt unlatch and sense her sit up before she reaches over the seat and wraps her arms around
my neck. Her sweet scent penetrates my senses as she kisses along my jaw, bringing her mouth to my ear. “I never saw you as trash, Ryder. I saw you as a boy who fought against the world because the odds were stacked against him. And for someone who was supposed to be dangerous, you are the only person I’ve ever felt safe with. You stepped in to save me that day when you could have kept walking. A lot of people would have, they wouldn’t have wanted to take the chance of getting reprimanded by Kyle or his father. But you didn’t care – you helped me. No matter what anyone said, I knew you, and I knew the boy I fell in love with. I also knew the man you would become. A man of integrity.”
I pull into Rosa’s driveway at the last of her words. Putting the vehicle in park, I haul her over the console to straddle me then frame her face and take her mouth in a hot, fucking kiss. I inhale her sweetness and let it flow through my veins, allowing it to wash away all the taint of where I come from. It was always like that with her. When we were together all those years ago it was easy to forget the reasons of why we weren’t right for each other. With Em and me it was always nothing but the best, and it still is.
I pull back a long moment later and rest my forehead on hers. I stare into her innocent, ice blue eyes that I hope to stare into for the rest of my life and get the urge to tell her I love her. But since we are sitting in Rosa’s driveway, and I don’t have time to follow up my words by showing her, I decide against it. Instead I say: “The best thing that ever happened to me was the day I walked into Mr. Wesson’s trigonometry class and got to sit behind the most beautiful girl in the world. One who had every reason to stay away from me but instead became the only girl to ever matter to me.” She gives me a sweet smile then catches me off guard and attacks my mouth; I chuckle but then release a tortured groan and force myself to pull away. “Let’s get inside, baby, so I can get you home and naked soon.”
I open the door to help her out first and get a peek at the sexy, purple lace panties under her white sundress as she crawls out. Memories come flooding back of me getting to spank that tight ass of hers last night. Yeah, we need to get this meeting over with fast.
