HERO: An Unfit Hero Novel

by Faiman, Hayley

  I inhale deeply through my nose, then let the exhale out completely before I open the door. He lifts his head as soon as the door swings open and his eyes snap to mine in an instant.

  “Emily,” he rasps. I try to smile, though my lips are trembling with pent up nerves. “You ready?” he asks.

  I nod, taking a step forward. Harlow and Eve both shout their goodbyes as I close the door behind me. Robby slides his hand around my waist and softly brings my body closer to his. My chest presses against his as my head tips back.

  He dips his chin, his mouth brushing against mine. “Let me feed you, then we’ll go from there,” he murmurs against my lips.

  “Okay,” I breathe.

  ROBBY

  It’s torture, sitting across from her watching her eat. Watching those delicious lips move as food slips inside. Watching the swell of her tits each time she breathes. Fuck. I feel like a fucking teenager again. Which is probably appropriate considering she is actually still a teenager—technically.

  “So how long do you live there, in that house?” I ask, trying to distract myself from imagining her naked body spread out for me.

  She bites the corner of her lip, then shrugs. “I don’t know. I’m allowed to stay another year,” she admits. “I don’t have any plans after that.”

  I nod, biting the inside of my own cheek to keep from blurting out something stupid, like begging her to move in with me—tomorrow.

  “Do you have an idea of what you’d like to do, for work?” I ask, trying to keep the conversation flowing.

  In reality, all I want to do is be inside of her. I can’t do that to her, not yet at least. I need to treat her the way she deserves, date her—woo her.

  She shrugs, then nods. “It’s stupid,” she murmurs.

  “Nothing is stupid,” I point out.

  Emily looks to the side, then brings her gaze back over to me. “Right now, I’m working in an office as a file clerk, but I want to be a hairdresser. It’s what I’ve always wanted to do. Not very ambitious, right?”

  I shake my head, my lips curving up into a wide smile. Reaching across the table, I take her hand in mine, holding her cool fingers with my warm hand.

  “It’s not stupid at all. It’s admirable. It’s a good respectable career.”

  She snorts. “You’re a police officer, how could you think that doing hair is admirable?” she asks.

  Squeezing her hand with mine, I wait for her to lift her gaze up to meet mine. It takes a moment, but she does. Her eyes meet mine and I see something working behind them. Doubt. I hate it. She should never doubt any part of herself.

  “Baby,” I rasp. “Just living, breathing, making it another day is admirable, especially after the shit you’ve faced. To want to better yourself, to know what you want as far as a career goes. I think it’s downright breathtaking.”

  “Robby,” her voice hitches.

  “You go to school here, then you come home, to me.”

  Emily’s eyes widen in surprise. I find that I’m surprised by my words, too. I don’t regret saying them, though. I meant them. I mean them. Every single one. I want her where she belongs. Near her cousin, near MawMaw and next to me.

  Chapter Five

  EMILY

  It’s been a week since our first date. Robby has texted me every single morning, and every evening. Nothing in depth, just good morning and sleep well. He’s not trying to initiate foreplay, he’s not trying to be sexy, but all of it makes me want him that much more.

  I can’t stop thinking about him, all day, all night—all of the damn time. I nod as the admissions counselor gives me instructions on what to do next.

  I’ve graduated high school, and my grades were good enough that he doesn’t think I’ll have a problem getting in the program. The counselor points at the signature space. When I sign on the line, it’s official, I’ll be submitting my application.

  He’s already helped me with the financial applications and I’m finalizing those when I get home. I can’t believe it’s really happening. I could be in school in as little as two months.

  Walking out of the counseling office, my feet come to a halt when I see who is waiting outside of the doors, in the middle of the parking lot. His black truck is unmistakable. His white straw hat the same. My feet move before my brain tells them to, they run.

  Robby braces for my impact and I throw myself into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. My mouth slams against his and I ignore the grunt, swallowing it down. As quickly as I kiss him, I lift my head and look into his eyes.

  “I’m all signed up. Well, my paperwork is submitted,” I shout.

  He chuckles, his lips curving into a wide smile. “Proud of you, baby,” he rumbles.

  “I want to celebrate,” I announce.

  He blinks, then his hands grip my ass a bit tighter, keeping me nestled against him. “What do you want to do? Anything. It’s yours,” he says.

  I know he means it too. Anything. He’d give me anything. Whatever I asked for, it would be mine. I just know it. I can feel it. He means everything that he says to me, and this is no different.

  Lowering my gaze, I look down at his lips, then back up to his eyes. “I want you, Robby,” I confess.

  “Emily,” he grunts.

  I shake my head. “I want all of you. I’m ready for more,” I whisper.

  “I don’t know that you are,” he says, his voice hesitant.

  Slanting my head, I move closer, brushing my lips against his. I kiss him softly, gently, my tongue peeking out to taste his lips. Inhaling, I enjoy the spicy scent of his that envelops me. It’s all him, all Robby. He surrounds me, but I need more of him.

  He pulls back his head, his eyes looking into mine and I watch as a war wages beneath his gaze. He’s thinking, he’s trying to decide if his mind and control outweigh his baser needs and desires.

  They don’t.

  He needs me as much as I need him. Not only can I feel it from deep inside of me, I can also feel it pressing against my center from beneath his jeans.

  ROBBY

  I feel her body press against my back. Her fingers are laced with mine as I hold her hand. I’m exactly where I shouldn’t be. What I should have done is driven her sweet ass right home, or taken her out for celebratory ice cream or some shit.

  What I shouldn’t be doing is checking into a hotel. Yet, here we stand.

  The key slides across the counter and I quickly grab the paper envelope, lifting it to the employee with a grin, I turn and tug Emily behind me. She giggles, her arm and a tit pressed against mine. Christ, I don’t think I’m going to last even a second with her naked body on full display.

  Once we’re in the room, the door closes behind us and I watch as Emily locks the safety latch. Slowly she turns around, her back pressed against the closed door. Looking up at me through her lashes, my cock twitches beneath my jeans.

  “Robby,” she breathes.

  “Take it all off. I want to see all of you, Emily,” I softly demand.

  I hear her breath hitch, but she doesn’t move right away. I wonder if I’ve demanded too much, too soon. I don’t want to remind her of Jacob, or traumatize her, but I like control. I enjoy fucking hard and taking over. I enjoy giving pleasure, too. She’ll know more pleasure with me than she’s ever known in her life.

  But I’m in charge.

  I’m in control.

  Then as if something forces her to move, her body jerks. I watch as she slowly strips out of her clothes. She tortures me, her eyes staying connected to mine as she strips away each layer of her clothing until she’s finally standing completely naked in front of me.

  Every gorgeous inch of her body is on display and it’s then that I realize, my dreams did her zero justice. She’s downright breathtaking. I’ve never seen a woman more beautiful than Emily White.

  Fuck.

  Looking at her makes it hard to breathe.

  “Robby?” she asks, her voice sounding so small and so unsure.

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nbsp; I shake my head once. “C’mere, baby.”

  She slowly makes her way toward me, hesitation in each step that she takes. Once she’s close enough, I reach out and wrap my hands around her waist, pulling her against my chest. Dipping my chin, I press my lips to hers, filling her mouth with my tongue when she gasps.

  Her hands find my shirt and she tugs it out from the waist of my jeans. I hiss when I feel her fingernails gently scratch up my back. Reaching one hand behind me, I take hold of my shirt from between my shoulder blades and break our kiss to pull it over my head and toss it to the side.

  Emily’s hands are on the waist of my jeans next. She’s got them unbuttoned and unzipped before I realize what’s happened. Wrapping my fingers around her wrists, I stop her movements.

  “On the bed, I want to taste you,” I say.

  Chapter Six

  EMILY

  Taste. He wants to taste me. Nobody has ever done that to me before. I freeze, looking up at him in surprise. I mean, I know what he wants to do, I’m just surprised that he wants to do that, with me. I thought it was a chore, something only married men did to shut their wives up.

  “Sit on the edge, spread your legs,” he gruffly demands.

  I do what he says, but my entire body trembles with every move that I make.

  “Has anyone ever?” he asks.

  Shaking my head, I slowly spread my legs for him. He grunts, his hands wrapping around the inside of my thighs as he slowly drops to his knees. His eyes focus on mine, his thumbs massage the inside of my thighs and my breathing comes out in pants.

  “I’m going to put my mouth on you. Move however you want, baby. I want you to enjoy this,” he rasps.

  Robby’s thumbs continue to make small circles, closing in on my pussy. I jump when they reach my lips and his lips twitch in a small smile. He spreads me apart with his thumbs then slowly lowers his head.

  His eyes never leave mine, not even when his tongue slowly licks the entire center of my pussy. I whimper when his tongue flicks my clit.

  Unable to stop myself, my fingers dive into his short hair. There isn’t much for me to grasp onto, but I find purchase on what I can and hold him against my center. He groans, his tongue moving even faster.

  My eyes roll in the back of my head as he continues to work me in a way that I’ve never experienced before. His tongue tastes every part of me, my pussy flutters, begging for more. If he could stay here all day, every day, I would die happy. I’ve never felt anything this amazing in my entire life.

  I know my body won’t be able to hold off my orgasm though. I can feel it rising. My breathing is becoming panting, my eyes can’t stay focused or straight ahead, they keep rolling back. My body shakes. It’s right here. Right at the crest and I know it’s going to be huge.

  When Robby slides two fingers inside of me, curling them in the most delicious way and his lips wrap around my clit, he sucks then flicks me several times. That’s when it happens. I let out a sob, a cry, and I come.

  My entire body shakes, it shudders, and my fingers grip his hair even tighter. It’s amazing. His mouth doesn’t stop and it’s too much, but I crave the slight pain just the same. When he finally releases me, his mouth slowly kisses up the center of my chest and I let out a sigh, my entire body a pile of bones and skin, nothing else—I am mush.

  “Keep those legs spread for me, baby,” he gently orders.

  I couldn’t close them if I tried. I’m completely worn out. But as soon as I feel his fingers slide through my wet center, swirling my clit, I become instantly ready for more of him.

  His lips touch just beneath my ear and he nips my earlobe, tugging the skin before he straightens. I watch in awe as he strips out of his boots and jeans, revealing all of his nakedness to me.

  His length is long, thick and hard. I want it. I have never wanted something so badly in my life. I know he’s going to stretch me, and fill me full.

  ROBBY

  When her eyes focus on my cock, it twitches. She licks her lips and I swear to Christ I almost explode right here and now. I want nothing more than to shove my cock deep down her throat, to watch her gag and choke on me, but not today—not the first time.

  Wrapping my hand around my dick, I gently stroke myself as my eyes travel down her naked body to her glistening cunt. She backs up on the bed, giving me more room to crawl on top of her.

  Fitting my hips between her spread thighs, I rest my forearms next to her head. Sliding my cock through her wet folds, I watch as her breath hitches with each roll of my hips.

  “Robby,” she whimpers.

  I do it one last time for good measure, then I line the head of my cock up to her center. She’s warm and wet, waiting for me, her body needing more, needing to be filled. She spreads her legs, lifting them higher. Her shins press against my ribs and I slip a little farther inside of her wet heat.

  Closing my eyes, I inhale through my nose, then exhale as I attempt to calm myself down. I want to slam my cock deep inside of her and fuck her into this damn mattress so hard she is nothing but screams and orgasms.

  “Please, I need you. I need it,” she begs.

  Shifting my forearm over to her, I use my fingers and brush her hair away from her face. Clenching my jaw, I finally speak. “What do you need?”

  There’s a glimmer in her eyes that I’ve never seen before. “I need you to fuck me. I need you to make it hurt. Please, Robby, I need it so much,” she begs.

  Jerking my head back, I pull out of her and without another word, I drive my cock deep into her waiting center. She throws back her head with a cry. “Yes, oh God, yes,” she screams.

  I fuck her.

  Keeping an eye on her, gauging her reactions, I fuck her the way she needs me to—the way that I need to. Hard and fast, deep and unrelenting. I don’t know where her body begins and mine ends.

  We’re one.

  A giant mass of flesh, sweat, need, and greed.

  “Oh, God, I’m going to come again,” she warns.

  My back tingles, my balls draw up and just her words are enough to pull the orgasm from inside of me. Her pussy clenches and without warning, I bury myself deep inside of her and I come. It’s violent, it’s ripped from inside of me and it’s goddamn perfect.

  We stay, wrapped in one another, my body pressing against hers probably way too fucking hard, but I can’t move.

  “I love you, Emily,” I rasp, looking at her face. Her eyes are closed, and she’s got a smile on her lips that she can’t wipe away—not even if she tried.

  Slowly, at my admission, her eyes open. “I love you, Robby. When I’m done with school, I’ll come to you,” she whispers.

  “Fucking right, you will.”

  Her lips curve into a bigger smile, her nose slides alongside my own. “Thank you for saving me.”

  I don’t tell her the truth. I don’t tell her that this moment, right here, she’s saved me. I never thought that I would find someone who fit me so wholly.

  I never thought there was a woman out there who could bring me to my knees with just one look. I never thought that I would find my happiness.

  Yet, there she is, wrapped up in a once battered and bruised little eighteen-year-old body.

  A survivor. My survivor. The love of my life.

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  About the Author

  As an only child, Hayley Faiman had to entertain herself somehow. She started writing stories at the age of six
and never really stopped.

  Born in California, she met her now husband at the age of sixteen and married him at the age of twenty in 2004. After all of these years together, he’s still the love of her life.

  Hayley’s husband joined the military and they lived in Oregon, where he was stationed with the US Coast Guard. They moved back to California in 2006, where they had two little boys. Recently, the four of them moved out to the Hill Country of Texas, where they adopted a new family member, a chocolate lab named Optimus Prime.

  Most of Hayley’s days are spent taking care of her two boys, going to the baseball fields for practice, or helping them with homework. Her evenings are spent with her husband and her nights—those are spent creating alpha book boyfriends.

  Special Thanks

  I always say a special thank you to my husband, my best friend, truly he is the man who supports every single dream of mine and works to make them all come true.

  My mom is everything. She knew I had a dream and has stood behind me as a rock, cheering me on at every single dip and curve along the road to making it come true. She’s the kindest, most loving, and most supportive mom in the world. Thank you, Banana Boots.

  Ellie McLove, this book would not be without you. This cover is beautiful. The content clean and crisp. Thank you so much for being my friend and for generally being a badass.

  Rosa Sharon, thank you so much for proofreading, you always add that finishing touch that makes my books sparkle!

  Celia one of my biggest fans and supporters. You’re the best and my longest friend. Thank you for always being there for me.

  Crystal Snyder, thank you for being such a beautiful person inside and out, and a wonderful friend! I can’t wait for more adventures that await us!!