Tangled: Emerson Falls, Book 1

by Harlow James

  Trevor rarely made me feel desired and wanted, even though I knew he was attracted to me. Still, when you’re in a relationship with someone, it’s important to let the other person know you still want them, even after the honeymoon period has diminished.

  Before I let myself get too carried away, I spring up and twirl around above his head so my face lines up with his crotch when I bend forward.

  “What are you doing?” He asks breathlessly while I undo the button on his jeans, reaching inside for his cock and freeing him from the confines of his boxer briefs.

  Most women might argue that the penis isn’t the most beautiful appendage. And most of the time, I’d have to agree. But my mystery man has—without a doubt—the most beautiful dick I’ve ever seen.

  Long, thick, and hard as a rock---his massive erection stands proud in front of my face, making my mouth water with the thought of taking him inside.

  “Oh, fuck,” he says through gritted teeth when I bring him to my lips, licking around his head before taking just the tip in my mouth. He bucks up slightly, shoving his cock deeper in my throat as I hum in approval, increasing the wetness between my legs when his mouth finds my pussy again.

  I rock my hips back and forth against his tongue as he pushes two fingers inside of me, the welcome invasion makes me clench and brings my orgasm forward so fast, I barely have time to prepare.

  I continue to suck him hard, working my hand around the part of him I can’t fit in my mouth when my orgasm slams into me with his stroke of my G-spot and the pressure of his tongue on my clit.

  I scream, panting and gasping for air as I release his dick from my mouth and ride out the waves of my release, still running my hand up and down his shaft, spreading my saliva up and down his length.

  “Oh, shit,” I say exasperatedly, resting my head on his thigh while he continues to lick my lips with small strokes.

  “Fuck you taste good, Red.”

  I sit up slightly to look back at him between my thighs, his face framed between my legs one of the sexiest sights I’ve ever seen. My arousal glistens on his lips and his beard from the light coming through the cracks in the blinds, which makes me smile and sigh with gratification. This man clearly enjoyed himself from the smirk he’s giving me and the gleam in his eyes.

  Suddenly, he lifts me off of him, sitting up and turning me around so we’re face to face. Pushing my hair from my eyes, he stares at me before slamming his mouth down on mine, giving me a taste of myself—and fuck, if that isn’t hot.

  I get lost in his mouth again, our tongues moving together like the turns in a roller coaster—fast, hard, and suddenly without warning, you’re falling down a hill, clutching your stomach from the uneasiness you start to feel.

  I know this is just a hook-up, a one-night stand. Yet the feel of this man beneath my fingers and pressed up against my writhing body makes me crave more than just a one-time thing. Sometimes that physical connection between two people can be too strong to ignore. And if he continues to dish out orgasms like that one, I know I’ll want more.

  He moves to stand, hoisting me up by the back of my thighs so my legs wrap around his waist as he carries me over to the couch, depositing me softly on the cushions before he stands upright again. His dick is still hanging out of his pants, rock hard and dripping with pre-cum. I take the moment to savor every ridge of muscle on his chest and abdomen, mesmerized by the physical specimen of a man in front of me, covered in tattoos, exerting that bad boy vibe cliché, itching with the need to pleasure my body more.

  I’ve already come once, yet my body is still humming with the need to lose control again, especially when the heat of his gaze tells me the pleasure is far from over.

  Yup, this was exactly what I needed tonight.

  Chapter 9

  Kane

  This woman is addicting, her pussy hypnotizing me under a spell I’m not sure I’ll ever break free from.

  Watching her sitting on her couch, naked except for her bra—I’m confounded with how this was the direction in which my night turned.

  But fuck if I’m complaining now.

  “Take off your bra. I want to see your tits. I want you completely naked beneath my fingers,” I demand as I shove my jeans and boxer briefs down my legs, effectively eliminating any more barriers between us. I grab my wallet from my pocket and retrieve a condom I keep for emergencies before throwing my pants across the room to join my flannel. The boxes stacked around the room offer many hiding places for my clothes, but my only thought at the moment is making this woman come again, and clothes only get in the way of that.

  Her breasts heave with her strenuous breaths as she releases them from the black fabric, exposing her completely to me, and my dick gets even harder. Hardened, rosy nipples stand at attention on the most impeccable, round globes I’ve ever seen.

  Fuck, her body is incredible. Curvy, yet lean—subtle muscle tone all over, but still enough meat to grab on to.

  She’s perfect.

  I take a knee in front of her, pulling her face to mine to kiss her again, losing myself in the feel of her soft skin beneath my fingers, squeezing her breasts and nipples while her wet tongue tangles with mine.

  “Hmmmm,” she moans as she reaches for my cock, pumping her fist around my rock hard length, making me fearful that I’ll embarrass myself before I ever to get to fuck her like I promised.

  Bringing our kiss to a halt, I lift her up and turn her around, pressing down on her back to bend her forward, presenting her ass to me like a prize. Because fuck yeah, I definitely won tonight.

  Her forearms rest on the cushions, supporting herself while my hands caress the smooth skin of her lower half, my balls tightening just from the touch. I smack her ass, making her jump and moan at the surprise of my action, but she flicks her hungry eyes back to me and smirks.

  “You like that, Red?”

  “Maybe,” she mewls, shaking her ass to taunt me again. I reach out and pinch her cheeks between my hands, rubbing her globes around in my palms while pushing my erection between her cheeks.

  “I hope you’re ready for a wild ride, Red,” I promise while opening the condom and jacketing myself.

  “Bring it on, Garrison. Show me your moves off the dance floor,” she taunts as I bring my dick to her entrance, rubbing the tip through her wetness. I can see the glisten of her arousal on my cock, which ruins me— burning the image of her bent over like this with her thighs spread for me into my brain for all eternity.

  I push inside of her with brute force, making her squeal from the intrusion until she moans deliciously when I start to set the pace. She meets me thrust for thrust, our grunts and moans filling the room as we lose ourselves in the physical indulgence.

  “Fuck me,” she urges me on, taking the beating I’m giving her with each slap of my hips against her ass. The jiggle of her body as I pound into her pulls me under her spell and testosterone pumps through my veins as caveman-like desire overtakes me.

  I smack her ass again while I pump in and out of her, watching my dick disappear into her wet heat before reappearing, over and over again.

  “Oh, God! Yes! More!” She shouts and I don’t ever think I’ve been this turned on by words in my life.

  I lean forward, pressing my chest to her back as I reach around and palm both of her breasts in my hands, pinching her nipples between my fingers. Trailing kisses down her spine and across her shoulders, I continue to bury myself deep inside of her. If her moans and shrieks are any indication, I’d say she’s enjoying herself as much as I am.

  I feel like putty right now, melting into the feel of her body constrained by mine. At the same time, I feel equally strong with each flex of my muscles that give me the strength to support both her weight and my own as we race towards that ultimate physical release.

  This woman makes me feel like a man, a man who knows how to please and worship the female form.

  A man who’s not haunted by his past, but truly indulging in his present.

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nbsp; I hear her breathing quicken, her pussy tighten around my cock, and with a few more thrusts she screams and then shatters again in my hands while I pound into her, withdrawing every last pulse of pleasure from her body. Feeling her clench around me almost pulls me over with her, but I’m not ready to bust yet. I’m so consumed in losing myself in this woman that all reality has escaped me.

  The pain. The loneliness. The betrayal and hurt that I can’t seem to forget or move past.

  She stands up with me still inside of her, reaching her arm around my neck before turning her head and pulling my lips to hers. I continue to stroke her core as she presses her ass to my crotch, searing us together in a mess of sweat and her wetness.

  I break free from her grip, the moan of her disapproval filling my ears when I turn her around and lay her down on the couch this time, kneeling above her while finding that sweet spot between her legs again.

  I slide home once more, basking in how wet she is and how tight her pussy grips my dick. My body is running on sensation overload.

  “God, you feel incredible, Red.”

  “You too…”

  “This is…” I fight for the words to describe the most mind-blowing sex I’ve ever had. I never felt this sort of passion with Natasha, this downright primal need to be joined to a person this closely before for nothing more than pure physical satisfaction.

  “Stop talking and just keep fucking me,” she demands, gripping at my shoulders, digging her fingernails into my skin hard enough to draw blood.

  “Ah, fuck!” I yell while picking up the pace, pounding her pussy into oblivion while reaching down to circle her clit with my thumb.

  “Yes! Harder!”

  God damn, woman! You want harder?

  I hoist myself back and push forward with such brutal force, I’m afraid I might split her in two, but her shriek only confirms how much she needs this, and wants it.

  Smack—my hips pummel her ass, her skin vibrating against my pelvis.

  Pound—my dick reaches the very deepest depths of her pussy.

  Thump—my heart rattles in my chest from the most grueling fuck of my life and the brutal intensity of this sexual encounter.

  “Jesus Christ!” She screams as she comes apart beneath me again, the pure carnal expression on her face so passionate that I become entranced watching her lose control and race to join her at the finish line, filling up the condom with every drop of my cum until I can’t possibly have anything left.

  I collapse on top of her, our heavy breathing and panting providing background noise to the deafening quiet surrounding us. We lie there for what seems like minutes, but in reality, it is only a few seconds before I push myself up on my forearms and gaze down at the woman beneath me.

  The smallest smile graces her lips with her eyes still closed as she basks in the aftermath of our fuck-fest. And suddenly her eyes pop open and meet mine, the intense green and brown hue glowing in the outside light filtering inside.

  We stare at each other for longer than deemed comfortable, her eyes bouncing back and forth between mine before she shakes her head and then moves to push me off of her.

  “Oh, God, I needed that,” she says nervously, standing to search around frantically for her clothes.

  I sit up on the couch and watch her, still stark naked and out of breath. The soft glow that highlights her curves lets me appreciate her body once more before I snap myself out of my ogling and join her on the hunt for my wardrobe. I pull off the condom and walk it over to the trash can in the kitchen before resuming my search.

  “Yeah, no kidding. Looks like we both won tonight, huh?” I joke, locating my pants and underwear and pulling them on.

  She pulls her tank top over her bare chest and then grabs a pair of shorts from a hamper sitting in a corner, pulling them up over her legs and onto her hips. The sight of her insane body covered up makes my dick slightly sad.

  “Definitely. Well, uh… thank you, you know… for all the orgasms,” her eyes shy away from my face as she chuckles while looking around the room nervously, brushing her hair from her eyes. The woman looks thoroughly fucked and strikingly gorgeous.

  I smile at her, enjoying how uncomfortable she seems after she screamed at the top of her lungs for me to fuck her as hard as possible. Sliding up next to her, I grab her hips and pull her to my body, tipping her chin up so her gaze meets mine.

  “Tonight was fun, Red. I think we both needed that. Thanks for a good time and you’re welcome… for all the orgasms,” I whisper, pressing a light kiss to her lips. “I guess I’ll see ya around,” I say before walking away with my shirt in my hands and retrieving my keys from my pocket.

  Reaching for the door handle, I turn the knob and prepare to leave, but something tells me to look back at this woman one more time.

  Twisting around, I see her staring at me too. I can’t quite decipher her expression, but she offers me a sweet smile and then a small wave of her fingers.

  “Have a good night, Garrison.”

  “Night, Red.”

  I turn on my heels and exit her place, shutting the door behind me and finding my way back to my truck.

  The pleasant surprise I found tonight leaves me with a smirk on my face on my entire drive home.

  I had fun. I feel alive for the first time in I don’t know how long.

  And maybe it was from the redhead that lit a fire inside of me, bringing a part of me back to life that I didn’t realize I was missing.

  Chapter 10

  Olivia

  “Please tell me you fucked the lumberjack!” Clara shouts into the phone the second I answer her call.

  “Jesus, Clara. Stop shouting! Some of us are a little hungover this morning,” I mutter while opening my eyes for the first time since my head hit the pillow last night.

  “Sorry, but I’m dying here. Perry and I leave to take care of Amy and when we come back, you’re talking to a man who looks like he just chopped down an entire forest, and then wanted to devour you for dinner. Forgive me, but I need to know what happened!”

  I let out a long exhale, recalling every vivid detail of the night before in my mind.

  Mr. Mysterious, or should I say Garrison, was the perfect way for me to wrap up the most life-changing week of my life—with life-changing sex.

  I didn’t know there were men out there who looked like him, let alone, a man who could fuck like him too. The man was a God, owning my body with every brush of his tongue, lips, and fingers… and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed that it was only a one-time thing.

  “Well, I didn’t come home alone, if that’s what you need to know…”

  “Ah! Yes, Liv! Good for you, girl! Please tell me it was hot… it’s been a while since I’ve gotten any and I need to live vicariously through you right now,” she beams through the phone, and I can only imagine the Cheshire grin on her face from my confession.

  “It was… gosh, hot wouldn’t even begin to describe it, Clara,” I sigh, knowing that I definitely had the best sex of my life last night.

  “Give me some details, woman!” I hear the clank of dishes in the phone's background.

  “Are you at a restaurant right now?” I ask, sitting up in my bed, hit instantly with a pounding headache and the dire need to pee.

  “Yeah, I’m grabbing breakfast before my meeting.”

  “And you’re talking about sex out loud on the phone?”

  “Whatever. It’s not like I’m ever going to see these people again,” she declares, and I can just imagine her waving her hand in the air nonchalantly.

  “You really have no shame, do you?”

  “Nope. Why worry about what others think of me? I don’t have time for that. I’m too busy plotting world domination.”

  I laugh, knowing Clara could be plotting her own Pinky and the Brain scheme behind all of our backs. The woman doesn’t take no for an answer and is always up for a challenge, a few of the many reasons she’s so good at her job.

  “So, do I get
details?”

  “Umm, I think I’m going to keep this specific encounter to myself, actually,” I tease, knowing she’s going to call my bluff right now.

  “Ugh! You suck. But wait,” she pauses, and I can hear the wheel turning in her brain. “Wow. Did you catch feelings, Liv? You know that’s like breaking rule number one of one-night-stands…” Surprise fills her voice with the fact that I didn’t spill.

  Normally, I wouldn’t have a problem sharing my sexual encounters with my girlfriends, especially Clara. Her, Perry, and Amy all knew about past men I had sex with, particularly Trevor and my disappointment with him at times. We’re girls. We tell each other pretty much everything.

  But something about my night with Garrison doesn’t make me want to share. Bringing him home last night was one the most spontaneous and carefree things I’ve ever done in my life, and part of me wants to cherish that decision for what it is—a step in the right direction of moving on from Trevor and reclaiming myself and one of the few moments in my life where I gave myself permission to be carefree.

  Plus, if I try to describe all the things he did to me last night, I’m going to end up all hot and bothered with no one to relieve the tension again.

  “No, I didn’t catch feelings. I just want to move on from last night, and last week for that matter, okay?”

  She huffs. “Fine. It’s not like you’ll see him again anyway, right?”

  Disappointment hits me in a sudden wave when I absorb what she just said. I know we went into last night knowing it was just for fun, a one-time thing. But part of me can’t help but crave that physical connection again.

  Yeah, that’s it. I’m just on a mind-blowing, post-sex high. I didn’t catch feelings.

  I simply caught multiple orgasms.

  “Right. I don’t even know where he lives. He could have been in town for just one night for all I know. It was a one-night stand,” I attempt to convince myself that I’m totally okay with what I knew I was getting myself into.

  “It was fun, a great release, and now it’s time to move forward. I have to make myself look somewhat human and go to the school today to get my keys. The principal said to call her when I was ready so she could meet me there. I’m ready to move forward, Clara. The lumberjack gave me some of the best sex of my life, and now it’s time to slip back into Miss Walsh mode—math teacher extraordinaire and all-around bad-ass woman. Besides, you’re right. I’ll probably never see him again.”