Accidentally on Purpose 6 Book Box Set

by L. D. Davis

  But I always put my phone back down; stubbornness always won.

  Fortunately, I was extremely busy at the firm with an upcoming mega case and I wasn’t left with a lot of free time to harp on the whole situation. My staff and I were working late into every night, and the days I wasn’t in court I was up to my ears in paperwork, studying and researching and organizing to fortify my case. We had our biggest client yet. A win would not only bring millions to the firm, but open up so many more doors to add to the ones Emmy had opened for us.

  We were all feeling the pressure and stress with this case. The holiday weekend was coming up and Steve and I wanted everyone to actually enjoy it and not work. The trial was set to start the Tuesday after Labor Day, so in the days leading up to the weekend, everyone was snippy. Emmy had finally decided to try to speak to me again and asked me about my Labor Day plans, but I was truly distracted by the work on my desk and gave her a simple one-word answer. A part of me was relieved that she still wanted me, but another part of me was still bitter and angry and stubborn. I should have said more, but I didn’t, but it really had less to do with her than with unbelievable amount of work I had to do.

  “If you're going to be like this again, I may as well not come back,” she snapped. “Lucas and I can settle down somewhere else.”

  What. The. Fuck. Threatening to take my son away from me was the worst move she could have possibly made.

  “I can't come out there, Emmy!” I yelled. “I'm busy! Don't you understand that?”

  She of all people should have understood. She was working the day I acquired the case and she was working the day we got the court date. Maybe she had forgotten, but she should have known that I wanted nothing more than to spend my days on the beach with Lucas and to not have to wake up every morning wondering if Emmy fucked Kyle yet.

  “The only thing I am understanding is your bad attitude,” she had hissed and then hung up on me.

  Cursing, I called her back but was immediately greeted by her voicemail. I put both hands in my hair and swallowed back a roar of exasperation. The past few weeks have felt like fucking junior high school with Emmy. Instead of talking like the grown ass adults we were, we were playing childish games like Silent Treatment and Say Something Juvenile and Hang Up. What was next? Were we going to start in on the Yo Momma insults?

  It started deep in my gut and burst its way up and out of my mouth. I hadn’t laughed in so long, truly laughed, and now I couldn’t stop. I sat back in my chair laughing my ass off so hard that my sides began to ache. Minutes later when I was breathless and still snickering, I picked up the framed picture of Emmy and Lucas on my desk.

  “Oh, you sure do make life interesting, Esmeralda Grayne,” I chuckled as I ran my thumb over her smiling face.

  All of my anger and bitterness and distrust spilled out of me with my laughter. My epic temper tantrum was over.

  My anger was gone, but Emmy was still pissed off. I didn’t blame her. I had been a royal jackass. I still got to speak to Lucas every day, and I spoke to Emmy briefly when she informed me that she and Lucas would be going to Louisiana. That leg of her trip was unexpected, but it had been a long time since she had gone, and even as much as she dislikes Sam, I imagined that sometimes a girl just needed her mom. I also had a feeling she wanted a little bit more time to get her head together before returning to Chicago. I wasn’t sure if she saw Kyle again or what it had done to her, and I very much wanted to know, but I didn’t ask. I let her do what she needed to do, even if it meant virtually ignoring me for a while longer.

  More than a week after I put on my big boy pants, I was sitting in my office, preparing to meet a client. After all our prepping for trial, three days into it, the defendant wanted to settle, and their offer was more generous than we could have expected. Now I was back in my office, with a little less stress on my shoulders. The phone rang. I almost let it go to my voicemail, but changed my mind at the last second.

  “Luke Kessler,” I answered absently.

  “We need a house, with a yard, so you can play catch with Lucas,” Emmy said on the other line.

  I smiled as my whole body relaxed at the sound of her voice. My chest felt so much lighter as relief washed over me.

  “That's random,” I said.

  “Sometimes I'm random.”

  “Sometimes?”

  There was a brief silence and then a very quiet sigh.

  “Are we still fighting?” she asked, sounding defeated.

  “Depends,” I said carefully. “Do I have to fight anyone for you?”

  “You would fight for me?” she asked in a small and quiet voice.

  “To the death,” I said firmly and clearly.

  I could almost hear her smiling.

  “I'm sorry I was being an ass,” I apologized sincerely.

  “I'm sorry for giving you a reason to be an ass.” Her apology was just as sincere.

  “You don't have to apologize, Emmy. I've been trying to get you to open up to me for months and I blew it the first time that you said something I didn't like.” Shame tingled up my spine as I thought about my behavior.

  “Well, I didn't exactly make you feel secure in our relationship.”

  “If I'm insecure, it's my own fault. I trust you, one hundred percent,” I said as Kacey stepped in and indicated my client had arrived. “Listen, I have to go. I have a client waiting for me. I'll call you tonight.”

  “Okay. I love you,” she said, her voice high with hope.

  My heart expanded and nearly choked me with emotion.

  “I love you, too, babe,” I managed.

  Chapter Twenty

  I was lying in bed, with the phone pressed to my ear. I was sleepy, but I didn’t want to stop talking to Emmy. I barely spoke to her for weeks, and the past few nights hearing her voice was feeding my soul nutrients I didn’t know was missing.

  “When are you coming home?” I asked her as I stretched my arm across the bed.

  “You asked me that twice already tonight,” she said with a yawn.

  “Obviously, your answer was unsatisfactory or I wouldn’t be asking again.”

  “I’ll be home in about a week,” she said for the third time that night.

  “That’s a week too long,” I murmured, but I understood. Emmy was making an effort to spend some time with the family she always felt so separate from. I bugged her about coming home, but I understood why she wanted to stay.

  “You’ve been gone too long,” I said softly. “And I don’t mean just physically.”

  She was quiet for a moment but I heard her soft sighing.

  “It’s been a long road back,” she finally said. “I have to tell you something, Luke.”

  My eyes had been closed, but they opened and I rolled over onto my back and waited patiently.

  “Before I left New Jersey, I went to see Kyle.”

  The last time she admitted something like this to me resulted in a very long, bitter standoff. This time I kept my emotions under control.

  “Okay,” I said tightly.

  “I can’t lie to you and tell you I don’t care about him. I’ll always care about him.” She sighed deeply. “I let him go. I don’t know about him, but I gave myself the closure I needed. I don’t know if I’ll ever be…who I was before…the whole triangle debacle, but I feel like I am now ready to try.”

  I wanted to ask her how she got her closure. Did she kiss him? Did she press her body against his? Did she find her closure in his bed? I didn’t ask those questions, though. I had to trust her. I asked something less accusatory.

  “How did he take it?”

  “Resistant almost to the very end,” she said softly as if her mind was back there with him. “But then, so was I. Whatever he had for me wasn’t worth losing what I have now and will have with you. I just wanted you to know.”

  “Thank you for telling me,” I said gratefully. “I don’t want to talk about him anymore, at least not right now. Eventually we will have to have a conversat
ion, Emmy.”

  “Yes, I know,” she conceded. “What would you like to talk about?”

  I grinned. “What are you wearing?”

  She laughed. Her laughter edged away any thoughts of Kyle and what she could have done with him, and not too long after that her soft moans over the phone washed away our bitter standoff altogether.

  ***

  The evening news had just started. I was sitting on the couch willing the hours to pass faster so I could talk to Emmy again. I had spoken to her briefly earlier in the afternoon, but she was out somewhere and couldn’t talk long. When I heard a key in the door, I assumed it was Lena. She showed up at random times to bring me home cooked meals so that I wouldn’t be entirely dependent on Spam and take-out.

  I heard little feet and before I could process what I thought I heard, Lucas appeared with his arms stretched out, squealing with joy. I knew how he felt because I was ready to squeal with joy.

  “Hey, buddy! I'm so surprised to see you!”

  I picked him up and squeezed him tighter than I probably should have as I kissed him until he pushed my face away. I rushed to the tiny foyer. Emmy was pulling shit through the door. I thought my heart was going to burst when I laid my eyes on her.

  “Surprise,” she said with a genuine but exhausted smile.

  “I am surprised,” I grinned. “I wasn't expecting you guys for a few more days.”

  I maneuvered around a few bags on the floor to give Emmy a brief kiss. I wanted more. I wanted to kiss her until we both couldn’t breathe and then take her to bed and kiss her some more before tearing her clothes off, but I was holding our son, and I wasn’t ready to put him down for anything.

  “We were homesick, weren't we, Lucas?”

  “Homethicks,” Lucas said.

  “I missed you so much,” I said to him. “Don’t ever leave your daddy again.”

  Emmy left the bags by the door and yawned as she moved into the living room.

  “I’m so tired of driving,” she said. “I think I’m still tired from the drive from Jersey to Louisiana and that was days ago.”

  Lucas wiggled to get out of my arms. I put him down and he took off to go get reacquainted with his toys. I sat down on the couch, pulling Emmy down into my lap.

  “I don’t want you driving alone like that again,” I said. I felt like an idiot that I had not realized until it was too late that she had driven to Louisiana opposed to some kind of mass transit. The trip from Louisiana to Chicago was significantly less time, but even that made me feel uncomfortable.

  “We had too much crap to cart around,” she objected, but softened. “But I’ll figure something else out next time. If there is a next time. I never want to do that much driving again. Like ever.”

  “No need to worry about that,” I said, pulling her closer. “You’re not leaving without me again. Like ever. You’re never going to be out of my sight again.”

  She smiled up at me. “What about when you have to work?”

  “I’ll work from home.”

  “What if you have court?”

  “I’ll bring you with me and handcuff you to a chair.”

  She snickered. “What if I have to pee?”

  “I’ve seen those parts of you before you know.”

  “What if I have to…you know…”

  “Are you deaf? You will never. Ever. Be out of my sight again.”

  “I’m pretty sure there is some kind of law against restraining me.”

  “Baby,” I grinned. “I’m a law professional. I know my way around these things.”

  I kissed her before she could ask me anymore what ifs. With my hand at the back of her head, I held her unyieldingly as I reacquainted myself with her mouth. It had been too long since I had tasted her and I never intended to go more than a day without Emmy again. Wherever she needed or wanted to go, I would follow. I would never survive any kind of separation from her or Lucas again. They were my definition of home. They were where my heart was. Without them I am homeless, hopeless, and hardly worth breathing.

  Lucas interrupted us before long, rightfully insisting that he be the center of attention. I eased Emmy off of my lap and chased the little man around the apartment. Soon Em joined in and we all three of us were running around the apartment laughing and playing, and probably driving the neighbors below us crazy. But they would have to be patient this once, because life felt right again, and I wasn’t about to let anyone diffuse that.

  ***

  We were giddy, high off of each other; laughing, groaning, moaning and giggling and kissing. We had the most ridiculous conversation in the living room a little bit earlier, and it followed us into the bedroom as I stripped Emmy of her clothing.

  “What if I put my favorite flavor of Jell-O on your lips so I could kiss it all off?” I murmured as I kissed along her jawline.

  She giggled. “No, because I’ll taste it, too.”

  Moaning softly, she arched her back as I pulled her shirt open and kissed her across her chest. I relieved her of the shirt completely and pulled the straps of her bra down her arms until she shrugged them off. I pulled the cups of her bra down until her breasts spilled free.

  “What if I put some cherry flavored Jell-O on your nipples and licked it off?” I asked and then pulled a nipple into my mouth.

  She inhaled sharply as her fingers entwined in my hair and then she giggled again when I released her.

  “You seem to have an obsession with gelatin,” she said.

  “No, baby,” I said as I reached under her to unhook her bra. “You are my obsession, but I wouldn’t mind pairing you with some of my favorite treats.”

  “You think a good rib eye steak is a treat,” she laughed. “Are you going to insist on rubbing meat all over me next?”

  I grinned up at her. “I have plenty of meat of my own to rub all over you, babe.”

  She laughed so loud I had to cover her mouth until she recovered so she wouldn’t wake up Lucas.

  “You are so corny,” she said afterward, and then sighed as my tongue traced a path down her belly and stopped just above her jeans.

  I released the button on her jeans and pulled down the zipper. Emmy lifted her hips as I shimmied the jeans and her panties over her hips and down her thighs. I quickly removed her last bit of clothing and tossed it behind me.

  “Some grape gelatin sliding down here,” I whispered as I ran a finger between her swollen lips.

  “Maybe,” she groaned. She pushed herself up on her elbows and looked down at me.

  “Just maybe?”

  I pushed a finger inside of her and pulled it out wet with her juices and spread across her sex before slipping it into my mouth.

  “Then again, you are my favorite flavor,” I growled.

  I pushed her legs further apart and hastily pushed my tongue inside of her tight opening.

  Emmy groaned and then chuckled. “I’m not Jell-O,” she said and then inhaled sharply when I swept my tongue up to her clit.

  “You’re better than Jell-O,” I said with my lips against her flesh. I sucked hard on her clit, making her cry out and thrust her hips up to grind her pussy in my face. “You are the sweetest of deserts…” I sucked her again and pushed two fingers inside of her. “The heartiest of meals…” I bit gently on her clit.

  Emmy let out a groan that started deep in her gut and came as she shuddered and trembled under my skillful tongue.

  “I’m…ahhhh…not hearty,” she panted. “Are you trying to call me fat? Oh fuck, right there,” she moaned and moved her hips frantically as she reached for another oral orgasm.

  Groaning, I lapped at the juices her orgasm had produced. She really did taste better than anything else on earth.

  “Phat? P-h-a-t?” I spelled out as I kissed her inner thighs. “Pretty hot and tempting? Yes, baby. You’re super phat.”

  Emmy covered her mouth as she laughed. When she spoke it was muffled by her hand. “You’re so stupid!”

  “Stupid?” I asked, as I
kissed my way up her body. “Or stupid? Remember when stupid was good?”

  Her laughter was cutting off her oxygen. When she finally took a breath she begged me to shut up.

  “There’s only one way to shut me up,” I said and laid a kiss on each breast before moving my lips to her throat.

  She put her hands in my hair and pulled my hair hard, forcing my face up to meet hers. Her kiss was deep and sensual. Her tongue gently and slowly traced its way around my mouth. As she kissed me, she worked on the button and zipper of my jeans and then pulled my jeans and boxers down just below my ass. My erection sprung free, tapping her sex and making her wiggle and groan into my mouth.

  I finally dared to break away from her perfect mouth and quickly removed my pants and boxers before repositioning myself over top of her. The head of my cock was at her entrance, but the look on her face made me pause. She looked like she was worried about something, but didn’t want to say what by the way she was biting on her bottom lip. Then it hit me. I wasn’t wearing a condom and I highly doubted that while she was gone she went on any form of birth control.

  I opened my mouth to speak, but she spoke before me.

  “Are you really going to wear that shirt while you make love to me?” she asked, letting her eyes fall on the shirt I had forgotten I had on.

  I looked down at my shirt, too and frowned. I could take the shirt off, but I hadn’t realized it was so offensive.

  “Stripes,” she snorted, shaking her head. “You’re so lucky that I know what I’m getting under that hideous shirt.”

  I laughed now. More of our earlier conversation had followed us into the bedroom.

  “Go ahead and laugh,” she said primly. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to have an orgasm while running my hands up and down your horizontal lines.”