“Okay,” I breathed.
“Good.” He swallowed and I could see all the things he wished he could do swirling in his eyes. “Now get off of me before some shit happens to make your husband mad.”
“Like what?” I smirked, still sitting on top of him. I had no idea why I liked pushing Cole so much, but flirting with him was incredibly fun for both of us. It never went beyond harmless flirting though. Not since I’d been married.
“Don’t start this shit. I’m in a bad place. Too bad for you to tempt me.” He was right. With him and Noelle in flux, flirting with me wasn’t the best thing to do. He touched my collarbone, dragging his fingers across it then down to my breasts. “You are so damn tempting, Camilla,” he sighed.
“So are you,” I confessed biting my lip. “And this is why Emmanuel is being such a hard ass.”
“Yeah, I get it. I just don’t like it.” Cole’s strong hands slid up and down my back. “He told me I needed to learn some boundaries. That you don’t belong to me.” A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “You do though…” He gripped my ass.
“Do I?”
“Yeah. You’re my best friend.”
“I am,” I smiled, resting my forehead against him.
“See?” He tapped my behind and I climbed off of him just as his dick started to thicken in his pants. “Just in time. You were about to be in the danger zone.”
“Whatever, Cole. I told you I’m not thinking about fucking right now.”
“You’re always thinking about fucking, Camilla.” I punched him in response and he tackled me, laying me flat on the couch. His fingers tickled my ribs and I laughed uncontrollably.
“Asshole!” I roared with laughter. Cole pinned me down and settled between my thighs, holding my wrists above my head so that I couldn’t move. With him positioned over me like that, I should see the subtle scattering of freckles on his light brown skin. “God, you’re handsome.” I blurted. He actually cracked a smile at my words too.
“That’s enough.” He let me up and then shoved me a bit. “You’re really trying to get some dick today.”
“I’m not. I was just noticing how good-looking you are, Cole. Jesus. Can’t I admire you without you threatening to throw your dick at me?” He shrugged his shoulders and sighed.
“Any other day, yes. Today? After all the shit I’ve been through in the past twenty-four hours…no. I’m fucking everything that comes across my path.”
“Don’t be like that.”
“Oh, I’m being like that.”
“Cole,just talk to her before I do. That’s all I’m gonna say about it.” We both left it alone for the remainder of the day after that. Cole stuck around and helped me with the kids. He even ate dinner with us and helped me get them ready for bed. By the time Emmanuel came home, Cole was just getting ready to leave.
Emmanuel came through the door humming happily and I had to pause to give him a serious fucking side eye. He never came home that happy before. “Hi babe,” I said with my hands on my hips. He looked at me and smiled, big and bright. “You’re…cheery for eleven o’clock at night.” He seemed like he was flying.
“Hey, Cami.” He looked around, “Cole’s here?”
“Yeah, he needed a personal day so he hung out with me and the kids.” I cringed waiting for him to lose it. He didn’t though; he just nodded and walked into the kitchen where Cole was getting his things ready to go.
“What’s going on Cole?” Emmanuel smiled again. He was so off, it was giving me goosebumps.
“Hey…you okay?” Even Cole sensed it. Emmanuel was not acting like himself. It wasn’t just in his words it was his entire demeanor. It was in the way he smiled, the tone of his voice, and the gait of his stride.
“I’m perfect. Oh, Cami tomorrow I’m gonna invite Lana over for dinner.” My head snapped in his direction and my eyes narrowed.
“Lana? At our house? I thought we’d have a professional lunch at a restaurant or something. Why the fuck does she have to come to our house?” I snapped. Cole made a noise and eased out of the kitchen.
“She suggested it so that she could get to know the family. I thought it was a good idea because she’ll be working closely with me and therefore she’s gonna have to know you and the kids as well,” he reasoned. It wasn’t that he was lying but something about the entire thing raised my fucking hackles and had me ready to knock this bitch out.
“Cole is going to be here too then,” I blurted. Suddenly I felt I needed the extra backup of my best friend and I didn’t want to drag Laurel into it. Emmanuel paused, then shrugged. Even his movements were relaxed.
“Is that cool with you?” Emmanuel looked up at Cole, who was studying him critically.
“Yeah, it’s cool. Look, I’m gonna bounce. I have shit to take care of at home.” Once again, Emmanuel flashed a smile and waved happily. I eyed him for a minute before walking Cole outside. “Yo, Camilla…Manny must be dead ass tired. He’s off.”
“I know right!”
“Look, call me if you need me,” he kissed my forehead. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He walked over to his car, but before he got inside he held out his two fingers. I rushed to him and grabbed on just before Cole wrapped me up in a tight hug, picking me up off the ground.
“Call me if you need to talk, okay?” I spoke against his ear.
“I will.”
“Seriously. Anytime, Cole.” He was still holding me while my toes scraped the ground as his eyes searched mine.
“Okay,” he nodded, setting me down.
“I love you.” I smiled at him once he’d clicked his seatbelt on.
“I love you too, Camilla.” He smiled softly then pulled off.
“Emmanuel, get some rest.” I frowned at him after he got out of the shower. He was drying off excessively.
“I will, but not before I fuck my wife.” He winked and butterflies swarmed my stomach. His lips crashed against mine hungrily, like we’d never made love before. He nearly attacked me, nipping my neck and pulling my hair. It was driving me insane. After a while I forgot he was acting out of character and pushed him backward on the bed so I could climb on top of him.
“Be a good girl and suck that dick, Cami,” he growled. That was the husband I was used to. Greedily, I slid my mouth up and down his thick shaft until the head of his dick reached the back of my throat. I let out a muffled groan and Emmanuel lost it. He came so hard and so unexpectedly but I swallowed every drop of him.
I thought he’d want a moment to recoup but he picked me up and placed me right on top of him. “You want me to ride it?” I smiled.
“Ride that shit.” He slapped my ass and I settled myself on top of his still erect cock slowly taking his inches until he filled me up. God, he felt perfect. His hands roamed up to my breasts, pinching and squeezing my nipples while my moans pierced the air as I bounced on his dick.
“Emmanuel!” I shouted, digging my nails into his chest. He held my hips while he drove deeper into me and I shook from the electrifying jolts he sent through my core. This time I’d be the one coming quick.
“Wet my cock up with your pussy, Cami.” He told me. His dark coffee eyes watched my every move, like I was all he wanted. It turned me on so much. “Open those pretty green eyes for me.” He instructed as he ran his fingers down the front of my neck. I looked down at him and he locked onto my gaze. “You’re perfect,” he panted. His long fingers rubbed my clit slowly while I circled my hips on top of him, grinding his dick inside of me. “I want you to cum for me. Okay?”
“Okay, Daddy.”
“You’re gonna cum so hard aren’t you? Like a good girl.”
“Yes!” I could feel the climax swelling and building inside of me until it had no choice but to flood and pour out of me. My body tensed then relaxed over and over until I let my juices flow all over my husband’s dick, just like he wanted. Right after I came, Emmanuel filled me with his seed, giving me serious aftershocks.
“Jesus, look at that…” H
e marveled as his eyes focused on my stomach muscles contracting over and over while I continued to cum. His fingers skimmed my abs, making me shudder and squeeze his dick even harder inside of me.
“Oh my God, Emmanuel,” I whimpered.
“I love you, Camilla.”
“I love you too!” I felt one last orgasm roll in and Emmanuel cursed loudly as I clamped down.
“Goddammit, girl…” Emmanuel drew in ragged breaths as I climbed off his softening dick. “I’m gonna knock you up again.” He kissed my shoulders and neck softly, making me giggle.
“You better stop getting me pregnant.”
“Why?”
“The world does not need a tribe of Scotts.” We both laughed. He pulled me close to him and rubbed his hands up and down my body. “Baby, when you came home you seemed…off. Everything okay?”
“Yeah. Everything is fine. I felt a little weird but I think I’m coming down with something. Remind me to get a physical.”
“Okay.” I felt fear grip my stomach at the thought of something being wrong with him. I’d come undone if anything ever happened to Emmanuel. There would be no coming back for me. He was my entire world. I would never be able to love anyone the way I loved him. “I’m okay, Cami,” he sighed as if he knew where my mind was going.
“You better be,” I said, rubbing his defined stomach. We both drifted off to sleep but my mind was haunted with nightmares of Emmanuel dying. I could actually feel the gut wrenching pain slicing through me. Besides him being my husband and love of my life, I’d known him since before I could remember. He was literally tethered to my identity. There wasn’t a single time in my life that I could recall that didn’t involve a memory of him.
The next day I was in a daze. When Xavier stopped by to drop Chloe off, he frowned at the mindless way I moved about. “Camilla, do you need to talk?” He asked, tossing an arm around my shoulders. I sank into him. He was familiar and he felt comfortable.
“Xavier,” I said, looking up into his honey eyes.
“Yeah, what’s up?”
“If something ever happens to Emmanuel…will you help me with the kids?” Xavier’s handsome face melted into a frown. It wasn’t a confused or angry one, but a sad frown.
“Is Manny okay?”
“As far as I know, but he’s been acting strange and he told me he felt like he was coming down with something. I just…I’ve been thinking about life without him all day and it’s fucking me up. I couldn’t live without him.” The tears burned my eyes and then they flooded my cheeks.
Xavier whisked me off to the den where he wrapped me in his strong arms. “Camilla, shh…” He smoothed my hair and kissed the top of my head. “He’s fine, okay? Everything is fine.” He sucked in a breath. “And to answer your question…yes. I’d help you with the kids. I’d marry you. I’d tell them all about their father every chance I got. Everything would be okay eventually. But you don’t have to worry about that shit. Manny isn’t just the type to keel over and die.” He smiled and touched my chin. I returned his smile with a weak one. It did give me some solace to know Xavier would be there for me.
“You’d marry me?” I quizzed.
“If you wanted that…yeah.”
“What about Bernice?”
“Nobody matters more than you and the kids.” He held my face in his hands. “I’m always yours. You know that.” His eyes were so sincere it touched my soul.
“God, you’re so sweet sometimes. I love you,” I sniffled.
“I love you too, Camilla. Always.” The air between us grew still but the silence was so loud. Our lips hovered over each other, threatening to touch just as Claire walked in. We jumped apart and tried in vain to busy ourselves. She paused and eyed us before grabbing something and leaving casually. “Do you want me to stick around for a little while?” He asked once she was gone.
“If you don’t mind,” I managed to smile.
“Of course I don’t. I was supposed to meet Bernice but…”
“Xavier, go,” I pointed to the door. He’d already pulled out his phone and was talking to Bernice though.
“Yeah babe, I’m not gonna make it. I’m gonna hang out with Camilla and the kids. She needs some cheering up. She’s okay. Alright…I’ll tell her. Bye.” He hung up and smiled at me. I melted. “She said she hopes you feel better.” I hated that he just cancelled on Bernice for me. I knew he put me above all else but as his girlfriend, that shit had to fuck with Bernice. It would bother the hell out of me, for sure.
In true Xavier fashion, he told her the absolute truth though. I had to hand it to him he refused to lie about anything. It made him endearing but God, he was an asshole sometimes.
While he wrangled the children, I helped Claire in the kitchen. Turns out she was an excellent cook. She was busy roasting a duck while I made the salad and dessert. “Xavier was your first love, wasn’t he?” Claire’s voice snapped me out of my own little world. I smiled politely over my shoulder and nodded.
“How could you tell?”
“The way you two look at each other. He looks at you like you’re the one who got away and you look at him like he’s the one you wished would have behaved.” Her words stopped me dead in my tracks. She was eerily on point with her observations. I set the chef’s knife down and looked at her.
“How in the hell…”
“When you’ve been around as much as I have you can tell a lot by just watching.” She winked. Her soft brown eyes were kind and drew me in, making me feel safe. It was one of the reasons I hired her so quickly. I trusted her eyes.
“Please don’t tell Emmanuel you saw us getting too close. He’s understanding when it comes to Xavier but lately he’s…”
“He’s been on edge,” she nodded knowingly.
“Exactly. He’s not as understanding when it comes to Cole.” I went back to chopping fresh veggies and tossing them in a giant crystal bowl.
“Oh, I’ve noticed,” she chuckled. “They’re just alike.”
“Cole and Emmanuel?” I laughed.
“All three of them. Mr. Scott, Xavier, and Cole. You have a type.” She eyed me as she washed a dish. I felt color rise to my cheeks.
“Are they all alike?” I wondered out loud.
“Yes. All different but still alike,” Claire told me. I wanted her to be wrong, but I could honestly see exactly where the three men were alike. Jesus. I did have a type.
“Cole is just my friend though,” I said with a shrug. She let out a hearty laugh and patted my shoulder.
“Okay, Mrs. Scott.”
“Camilla,” I reminded her.
“Okay, Camilla. He’s a friend but…”
“But what?” I raised an eyebrow and folded my arms.
“He sure seems like he could be more. I will say one thing though, they’re all easy on the eyes. Especially that Xavier.”
“Oh god, Claire,” I laughed loudly. “I mean…he is fine as shit.”
“Camilla. Language.”
“Sorry, but he is.” We both broke out in a fit of giggles just as he walked in the kitchen. His honey eyes swung back and forth between us and he raised a brow.
“Yall were talking about me, weren’t you?”
“Maybe,” I rubbed his broad back.
“Uh huh. I’m watching you two.” He pointed at me then Claire. I kinda wished he could stay for dinner too but I’d have plenty of support and eyes with Cole around.
**
Chapter Six
Camilla
When Emmanuel came home, I couldn’t stop staring at him like he’d vanish if I took my eyes away from a second. “I’m fine, Camilla. Stop worrying.” His hand possessively found my ass and squeezed, making me giggle. “Let’s get ready for this dinner. It smells good,” he remarked walking into the kitchen. Claire greeted him with a wave as she set the food out on the counter.
I was feeling particularly possessive even though I couldn’t rightfully explain it. Maybe it was this Lana chick? Regardless, I made sure Cole
and Claire were around the kids before pulling Emmanuel into the upstairs bathroom and locking the door behind us. “What exactly are you doing, Cami?” He smirked.
“I’m making sure you don’t look too hard at your new assistant,” I purred in his ear before lowering to my knees.
“Camilla…” He growled with a warning but he didn’t stop me either. He clearly wanted it because his cock sprang out like a damn jack-in-the-box, making me grin hungrily. I wanted to feel him stretch my jaws and shoot into my mouth. I was whimpering with need before I even took him between my lips.
His fingers threaded deep into my perfectly styled hair and he grunted at the way I looked at his dick with so much adoration. “I’m gonna mess up your hair,” he told me right before pushing my head down on his thick erection. I wanted to tell him I didn’t give a fuck about my hair. All I wanted was him mouth fucking me, but my throat was full of him so I couldn’t say shit.
Vigorously I bobbed my head up and down, coating his cock in a glistening shine and swirling my tongue around his stiffness. He was so fucking hard it was making my pussy throb and beg for him. Emmanuel thrust in and out of my mouth, moving faster the more I whimpered and moaned.
When I felt him swell, opening my jaw even more, I knew he was getting ready to cum. I was so very right. His dick pulsed as he released down my throat. I felt his heat slide down the back of my tongue and I opened my eyes and looked up at him happily.
“I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing to me, but I’m not complaining.” Emmanuel ran his thumb across my bottom lip and then helped me stand. “Now, you know I need to return the favor.” God, he was so fucking fine it hurt. His chocolate skin almost glowed and his eyes were so dark and penetrating. Every time he stared at me I got wet. It never failed. Shit, it happened even when I was a teenager but I was way too ashamed to admit it back then.
He lifted me onto the bathroom sink. The cold marble was such a shock to my hot skin but it felt good. Emmanuel rested my leg on his shoulder and lifted my dress and his face was mere centimeters from my panties. I shuddered and wiggled with anticipation. He’d always be my drug of choice.
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