Accidentally on Purpose 6 Book Box Set

by L. D. Davis

  “I never thought I’d be one for public sex,” I said nervously.

  He chuckled softly. “What public, babe? It’s just you and me.”

  “What if someone is in the woods watching?” I asked, suddenly frantic and searched the trees. The sunrise was nearly complete, but the woods were still rather dark.

  “No one is watching us, I promise,” he said soothingly, rubbing the inside of my thigh.

  I gave him a look of doubt.

  “I guess I’ll have to take your mind off of people in the trees spying on us,” he said dramatically.

  I looked towards the trees again. “I don’t think that’s possible.”

  I pushed myself up on my elbows and let my eyes scan the circumference of our fishing hole. The only movement I saw was the swaying of leaves in the light breeze. I started to sit up so I could pull my shirt and bra back on, but suddenly Emmet was hovering over me, nearly nose to nose with me. My eyes jerked down to his tanned, bare chest and followed his tasty abs down to his naked lower half. My eyebrows raised and my mouth formed an O.

  “Lay back, Donya,” he quietly demanded.

  Yes! DSGL shouted and did a fist pump.

  I dropped back onto the grass. My head had barely touched the ground when Emmet was on me, kissing me deeply as his erection ground against my crease. Groaning into his hot mouth, I thrust my hands into his hair.

  “Emmet,” I whispered harshly after he broke the kiss to suck and nibble on my earlobe.

  He adjusted his erection with one hand until the head was pressed against my slit. He looked me in the eyes and used one hand to stroke my cheek.

  “Tell me you love me,” he commanded in a whisper.

  “I love you,” I breathed.

  Emmet slammed into me, to the hilt. I cried out, but it was cut off by Emmet’s mouth taking mine. As his mouth ravaged my own, his cock slid out until just the very tip was barely inside of me, and then he slammed into me again. He was so hard, long, and thick. It felt like he was trying to stretch me, to break me, but my inner walls clung to him, wrapped tightly around him like a suctioning sheath.

  As Emmet’s thrusts became more forceful, I felt myself sliding across the dewy grass. I tried to find purchase, digging my heels into the ground, but I only succeeded in taking his rigid member impossibly deeper. My hands slid out of his hair, down his neck, and across his strong, muscular back. He put a hand under my knee and lifted my leg over his shoulder. I tore my mouth away from his and screamed into the humid air.

  The new position had Donya Sex Goddess and Lover screaming with joy. The pain was exquisite as his hard shaft rubbed against sensitive areas inside my body that I didn’t know were there. Before I could even understand what was happening, I was sobbing through a hard orgasm that made my entire body shudder and shake.

  “You’re so damp,” Emmet growled, pounding into me. “Fuck, Donya. You feel so good.”

  He moaned loudly as his pace increased and he seemed to lose all control. Sensible Donya was in pain and had the urge to put her hands on Emmet and make him stop, but DSGL cheered him on. The pain made her wetter, made her nipples more sensitive and made her curse dirty things into the air.

  “Oh god,” Emmet groaned through a clenched jaw.

  I fell over the edge again, crying out his name, and my body bucked violently.

  “Donya,” he moaned long and low and then suddenly pulled out of me. He shouted curses as he came onto the grass between my legs. DSGL wanted me to sit up and help him stroke out the rest of his orgasm, but I really felt that DSGL had taken me far enough for the day. She made me blush and feel a bit ashamed as I lay there breathlessly watching until he finished, groaning and trembling.

  Exhausted, he collapsed beside me and pulled me into his arms and kissed me gently on my temple.

  “Are you still worried about people watching us?” Emmet murmured in my hair.

  I laughed lightly, but the Sex Goddess piped in with an answer. “If they were watching, they sure got one hell of a show.”

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Death didn’t come easily for my mom. She didn’t just stop breathing in her sleep or go out in a drug induced coma. It was nothing like I saw on television and in the movies. She struggled, gasping and choking for air on her final breaths. I knew she was ready to go, but she couldn’t help her body’s automatic response to try to get oxygen into her lungs. Her eyes were wide with fear and they stayed that way until my Uncle Roger closed them for her.

  Her hand in mine was still and already cooling. I gave her cold, dead hand one last stroke of my fingers and then gently placed it on the bed at her side. I stood up and moved away from my sobbing aunt and teary uncle and my dead mother. I left the bedroom only to come face to face with the rest of my family that had been mostly absent up until recent months.

  “Is it over?” Kera asked, already clutching a tissue.

  I nodded and then held up my hands to fend off any form of physical contact as my cousins and aunts tried to hug me. I didn’t answer their sympathetic commentary. I quickly left the house of death and hurried down the sidewalk.

  It was late in the fall. The warm summer weather was gone. Cool breezes and lower temperatures moved in seemingly overnight. It was cool enough to wear a jacket, but I had forgotten it and didn’t want to go back for it.

  A few minutes later I let myself into the Grayne house and headed into the dining room where the family was gathered for dinner. They all looked up at me with surprised expressions.

  “What are you doing here?” Emmy asked in a high pitched voice.

  “Why aren’t you with your mama?” Sam questioned, even as she got up to no doubt get me a plate.

  “She’s not going to notice that I’m not there,” I said flatly, taking a seat beside Emmy and across from Emmet, who had a school book and notebook open on the table next to him.

  He looked at me knowingly. He felt what I felt, and I felt his need to take me into his arms, but instead he sat there and stared at me.

  “Is she…” Emmy started, but couldn’t finish.

  Sam put an empty plate in front of me and sat back down, but stared at me also, waiting for an answer.

  “Yeah, she is,” I said, scooping a tiny bit of potatoes onto my plate. “Pass the pepper.”

  “Pass the pepper?” Emmy asked. “Pass the damn pepper, Donya? Your mom just died!”

  “Which doesn’t change the fact that my fucking potatoes need fucking pepper, Emmy,” I snapped at her and held out my hand expectantly.

  Under normal circumstances, Sam would have chased me around the house trying to slap the taste out of my mouth for dropping the F-bomb, but the circumstances weren’t normal. She sucked in a breath and looked at me with pity. Fred and Emmy also looked at me with pity. The only one who wasn’t giving me a piteous stare was Emmet.

  I took a piece of chicken, a big scoop of peas, and poured myself a glass of iced tea. I was about to reach for a biscuit when I remembered that I hadn’t washed my hands after touching my mother’s dead hand.

  “Gotta wash my hands,” I muttered and pushed away from the table.

  I went into the powder room near Fred’s office and thoroughly washed the dead off of my hands. When I returned to the dining room, it was obvious a hushed conversation halted at my appearance.

  “Please, don’t stop talking about me just because I’m back,” I said dryly, putting a napkin on my lap and reaching for that biscuit.

  No one spoke. Everyone but Emmet ate in silence but eyed me carefully. Emmet picked at his food with his fork as he watched me.

  “How is school?” I asked him. He only came home for the weekend because he knew my mother was about to die. I told him I didn’t want him to disrupt his schooling for me, but he insisted.

  “Donya,” he sighed. “Stop.”

  I was chewing chicken that I was sure tasted delicious since Sam had made it, but it was like cardboard in my mouth. I had to chew an extra few times and force it down with half
a glass of tea.

  “Stop what?” I asked after I was sure the food wouldn’t get lodged in my throat. There wasn’t much room for swallowing with the big knot in there that had been there since my mother’s last breath.

  “Stop,” he said in a tone that would normally have had me halting whatever action I was doing.

  “You have to be more specific, Emmet,” I forced a chuckle. I took a glance around the table and found that the other three were watching our exchange with curiosity and foreboding.

  “Stop trying to force yourself to feel fine when you’re not,” he said gently.

  I gave him a look that suggested that what he was saying was ridiculous. Sam tried to cut in and said Emmet’s name in warning.

  “No,” I said, holding a hand up to Sam as I glared at Emmet. “I’m sorry, am I not behaving how you think I should behave? Because I didn’t know there was any precedence for this.”

  “Your mother just died,” he said, his voice low.

  “And?” I shrugged. “I hardly knew her. Your crazy mother is the only mother I really ever knew.”

  “Trying to harden your emotions isn’t going to help you,” Emmet said firmly. “You’re going to bottle it up, and it’s going to explode when you least expect it.”

  “When did you become the authority on her emotions?” Emmy demanded. “Maybe she’s handling it the best way she can.”

  Emmet didn’t take his eyes away from me when he spoke to Emmy. “No, she’s not.”

  “Again,” Emmy said, irritated. “When did you become an authority on her emotions?”

  “You’re way off base, buddy,” I lied, forcing down another bite of food. “I guess you expect me to be falling into your arms, emotionally wrecked.” I was mean to him, and I knew it, but I couldn’t help myself.

  “Stop,” he said again.

  “You know what?” I threw my napkin on my plate and pushed away from the table. “I came here for a good meal and to escape the herd of sobbing people in my mom’s house, but you won’t shut the hell up and just let me be.”

  Four voices called my name as I marched out of the dining room and towards the front of the house.

  “Donya, come back here right now,” Emmet demanded from behind me.

  “Fuck you,” I said harshly over my shoulder.

  As my fingers closed over the door handle for the front door, strong hands gripped my shoulders, almost painfully. I was yanked away from the door and spun around to face Emmet. I slapped him hard across the face. I heard Sam shout my name in horror, but I ignored her and punched him in the chest. As I continued to beat on Emmet, he took it with an occasional grunt, but he didn’t release me.

  “It doesn’t matter!” I shouted at him as I slapped at his arms. “She didn’t matter to me, and I didn’t matter to her, so it doesn’t matter that she’s dead!”

  The last few breaths my mother took replayed in my mind and I could feel her hand go limp in my hand all over again. I stood there staring at Emmet with wild, wide eyes.

  “Your mom loved you,” he said firmly. “She knew she fucked up before, and she tried really hard to make it up to you. You were the only reason she was afraid to die, Donya. She never thought she’d be able to make up for what she failed to give you all of those years, okay? She told me you were the only thing that mattered. You did matter.”

  It was right there in that foyer that I broke down when I found out my dad died. It was Emmet’s arms that held me then, and as an onslaught of grief slammed into me, it was Emmet’s arms that kept me from crumbling to the ground in that same foyer again.

  I clung to him as I sobbed, and he held me securely, rubbing my back and smoothing a hand over my hair.

  “It’s okay to cry,” he whispered in my ear. “I’ll take care of you. Always.”

  I don’t know how long we stood there like that before Emmet pulled away a little. Emmy was beside us, offering up a box of tissues as she cried for me. Emmet took a few tissues and began to gently wipe away the moisture off of my face. I was so thankful for him. I was so glad that he didn’t listen to me and came down to be there for me despite my objections.

  “Thank you,” I said softly to him. I was still crying. I was pretty sure I couldn’t stop, but I had to tell him how much it meant to me that he was there with me.

  “You don’t have to thank me,” he said, holding my face in his hands. “I promised to always be there for you when you need me. It doesn’t matter where in the world you are or what other obligations I have, Donya. You supersede anything and anyone. Okay?”

  I nodded, and I didn’t pull away or push him away when he leaned down to press his lips gently against mine. It didn’t matter that everyone we had been trying to hide from was there watching with rapt attention. The gasps and the curses didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was that I was in Emmet’s arms, and he was going to take care of me. Always.

  *~*~*

  I didn’t cry again after that initial breakdown. I was sad, but I was functional. Emmet and Emmy drove me back to my mom’s house after I had calmed down. I helped my aunts and uncle plan my mom’s funeral and write the obituary. Emmet stayed by my side, and Emmy helped out by making tea and coffee and chatted up my cousins. Sam and Fred came by later that day with food.

  My family showed me old pictures and videos of my parents, and I almost cried again, because they had been happy at one time. Extremely happy. I requested to keep all of the pictures of us all together when I was very young. I needed to know that at some point in my life, I had a happy, functional family.

  Emmet and Emmy rarely left my side in the days following my mother’s death. Sometimes I felt like one of them would come into the bathroom while I was peeing, and I suspect they would have if I didn’t lock the door. They bickered a lot about who was going to do what for me, as if I was an invalid. I had had enough after a full day of it. I reminded them that my mom had died, but I was alive and well and perfectly capable of going into the kitchen to get a cup of water for myself. I didn’t need help going up the stairs, and I didn’t need anyone to hold my hand all day.

  The funeral was at the burial site. It was small with only my family—biological and adopted—and a few people that my mom became acquainted with when she came out of her depression. Even Felix showed up. He couldn’t stay afterward, but he wanted to be able to pay his respects to my mother who he had liked and to give me his support. Lucille, Charlotte, and Fred Jr. didn’t come up, but they each called me, and I appreciated it.

  At my insistence and the insistence of Fred and Sam, Emmet agreed that he would return to Harvard the day after the funeral. He had wanted to stick around for me and then escort me back to New York, but he had already missed almost an entire week of school for me, and that didn’t sit well with me at all. I would never want to be in a position where I held Emmet back. I still felt badly for making him start his internship late earlier in the year.

  No one spoke about what had transpired in the foyer the day my mom died, but that was simply a courtesy. Even Emmy managed to keep her mouth shut for a while, though I could see it all over her face that she was not only shocked but hurt because I didn’t tell her. Sam and Fred watched us carefully, making sure that we weren’t left alone too long and checked up on us to be sure we slept in separate rooms at night. It was almost laughable considering how much alone time Emmet and I had shared in the past.

  The courtesy that had been extended to us, however, did not last once the funeral was over and done. Later that evening, we were summoned onto the back patio where Fred and Sam were sitting and drinking hot beverages. It was a little chilly outside, but not unbearable with a jacket on.

  Emmet pulled out my chair for me. I smiled graciously at him even though I was nervous about what was coming. Before he could even put his butt down in the chair beside me, he started talking.

  “I don’t know what you’re going to say, though I have some idea,” he said. “But I’m letting you know right now that I’m not gi
ving her up, and you can’t make me give her up and you can’t make her give me up, either. You’re just going to have to get over it.”

  I was looking at Emmet with awe, because he sounded so damn powerful as he spoke to his parents and stood up for us. He met my eyes and changed his tone for me before speaking.

  “Put your ring on, baby,” he said gently. “And don’t ever take it off again.”

  “Except for work,” I said with a nervous smile as I dug the engagement ring out of my pocket.

  “Except for work,” he said with a soothing smile as he took the ring from me. It was as if his parents weren’t sitting there glaring at us as he slowly slipped it back onto my ring finger and then placed a soft kiss on it.

  “Oh, for crying out loud!” Fred…well…cried out loud as Sam let out a string of curses.

  Reluctantly, I looked away from Emmet’s green eyes and faced the parents.

  “I’m about to put my foot right into your ass, Emmet Grayne!” Sam yelled. She went to stand up, as if she really was going to put her dainty foot in her son’s ass, but Fred pushed her back into her chair and gave her a stern look. She stayed seated, but she threw violent threats across the table at both of us until Fred told her to zip it.

  “How long?” Fred demanded. “How long has it been going on? For once the damn tabloids were telling the truth a few months ago, weren’t they?”

  “It doesn’t matter how long it’s been going on,” Emmet said firmly to his father. “What matters is from here forward.”

  “Oh give me a break with the romance,” Sam snapped. She pointed in our general direction. “You two have been lying to us, and I’ll bet my sweet Louisiana ass that it’s been for a long damn time. You’ve been sneaking around up there in New York, doing God only knows what while we were down here believing that Emmet was just being a good friend and a good brother. You led us to believe things were different than what they really were. You lied, you sneaked, and you betrayed our trust.”

  Both Emmet and I began to object, but Fred cut us off. They weren't finished lecturing us yet.