by Amelia Shea
It was crazy how much could change in twenty-four hours. She spent most of last night and this morning thinking about yesterday. Her mind was all over the place along with her heart and feelings. She replayed everything he said about it not being just sex, being everything, and wanting to show her what she meant to him. She had spent years wanting to hear those words but nothing could prepare her for how she felt when she actually heard them. Her heart pounded wanting him to whisper it over and over. She wanted to record it and listen to it as she fell asleep. When the hell did she become such a sappy bitch?
The doubt still lingered in the back of her mind but there was something in his tone, the way he looked at her when he told her this was real; she couldn’t help but believe him. There was something between them and for the first time, she realized, it was not one sided.
Maybe she was being a fool and he’d break her heart again, but she’d never know unless she gave them a chance. She had loved him for so long, how could she not risk it?
She strolled to his door, butterflies swirling in her belly. She opened the screen door, taking a deep breath, and knocked.
The door cracked open and Ethan appeared shirtless in jeans. It had been a while since she had seen him without his shirt. Probably a few years ago at the lake. The view was even more stunning now. His stomach was ripped, outlining his defined muscles. A small dusting of dark hair on his upper chest led down to his stomach. She had never been a fan of chest hair but on Ethan? Hell yeah, it was hot!
Her eyes followed up his chest to his face, which showed an amused smirk. She blinked a few times, trying to regain composure and blurted, “Surprise!”
Ethan stared at her, a predatory gleam from his eyes making her heartbeat increase. Stepping back, opening the door wide, he gestured into his room. “Come in.”
Emory walked in, taking in his room. The room was really pretty, with a blue and white Victorian theme. The far opposite of his usual style of black, gray, and white. She giggled. Such a feminine room for such a masculine man. She stopped at the bed, already made, glancing at the small table set with papers.
“Working?”
“Just a few things I needed to catch up with.” His bare arm brushed against her as he passed, walking to the table, gathering his papers into a pile.
“You work too much, E.” Emory flopped onto the bed, feeling the expensive comforter under her hands.
“Is that so?”
She nodded, her eyes watching him drop his papers and stalk over to her. He stepped in close leaving her head level with his crotch. Peering up, she saw his eyes heat.
“Offering to help me relax?”
Her gaze trailed from his face, across his chest, to his package directly in her view. Pressing her lips together, Emory raised her eyebrows. “Maybe.” Intentionally licking her lips, she whispered, “Would you say yes?”
Leaning forward, he placed his balled fists on either side of her thighs, his mouth against her ear. “I would,” he licked the outer shell of her ear, “but I’m impatient and greedy. Mind if I go first?”
Oh my God! Emory’s eyes widened. Was he saying what she thought he was saying? Just the idea of Ethan’s mouth on her had her locking her knees and squirming on the bed. His mouth caressed her neck, his body pushing forward, forcing her to lie back on the bed.
“I’ll get my taste,” his lips traced over her neck, up to her mouth, his lips lingering over hers, “then, you’ll get yours.”
His mouth came down on hers as his body became flush on hers. Emory wrapped her hands around his back, caressing his warm skin. Moaning into his mouth when his hard jean-clad erection rubbed against her core.
“Ethan, hurry up,” she panted.
He raised his head, cocking one eyebrow in question.
She raised her head, kissing his lips and whispered, “I want my taste.”
She was driven back down to the bed by his forceful kiss. The rumble in his chest vibrated against her, sending shivers throughout her body. Damn, his growl was sexy! The sound was the least “Ethan, calm, reserved, always in control” sound but she loved it. Her fingers dug into his back.
Emory strained her neck when he released her lips, his mouth trailing down her chest to the small opening of her blouse. She intentionally wore this shirt. It was silver, a light thin material with a scoop collar that dipped low into her cleavage. Any other client and she wouldn’t have dared to wear it. It bordered on the line of professionally inappropriate.
She could feel his breath on her chest, his nose skimming down into the scoop of her shirt. The light sensual touch was driving her crazy. Just rip it off! His hand lifted from the bed, lightly dragging over her breast. Arching her back, pushing her breast into his hand, she wanted more.
“So eager, Em.” His fingers slowly unbuttoned her blouse, pulling the edge to the side, dragging his hand over her other breast, baring her lace-lined beige bra. His eyes caught hers, a devilish smile playing on his lips.
“Clasp in the front?”
Emory smirked, giving him a small shrug. His fingers suddenly unclasped her bra, her breasts releasing. She watched his eyes heat with desire, his head bowing and latching on to her nipple.
She gazed up to the ceiling before closing her eyes. The sensation of his warm mouth over her nipple sent a tremble through her. His tongue swirled over her hard peak, sucking lightly, then shifting to her other breast. She trembled when he released her nipple and blew a cool breath over it.
Dragging his body down hers, his hands bunched the hem of her light flowy skirt, lifting it around her hips. Small kisses caressed her inner thigh, slowly making his way to her pussy. She jumped slightly when his mouth pressed against her panties.
She had chosen her lingerie carefully. Pulling out her business best for Ethan in hopes that somehow they’d be exactly where they were now. She felt his mouth open and his teeth graze on the top edge of her panties before pulling them down.
Holy shit, Ethan Barret just pulled off her panties with his friggin’ teeth! Her eyes shot open, gazing down at him. Her mound was bare. Literally. She had just gotten waxed the week before, leaving her ultra-sensitive.
His stare met hers, showing the desire he was feeling, which currently matched hers. His head bowed but his eyes were still on her. His mouth came down on her pussy and she moaned, deeply. “Oh God.”
Ethan didn’t give her time to adjust to the sensation of his mouth. He licked her sensitive nub, sending tremors through her body, her nipples instantly hardening. His tongue dragged over her clit before flicking it and sucking into his mouth. Her hips raised to meet his mouth, lost in the sensation.
Her hands gripped the comforter of the bed. This wasn’t the first time a guy had gone down on her but she didn’t remember it being this amazing. His tongue swiped her clit before lowering down into her pussy.
Her body tensed, feeling the onset of her orgasm. “Ethan,” she panted.
Her head arched deep into the bed as his hand caressed her stomach up to her breast, pinching her nipple. His mouth continued to devour her, his hands squeezing her breast and tweaking her nipples. Her body released one last shiver before her orgasm peaked. Letting go of the bed, both her hands reached to his head, almost fearful he was going to stop.
“Yes, right there, oh God!” she shouted, digging her hands into his thick hair.
His mouth covered her clit, sucking hard, and that was what did it. Her hips moved against his mouth, arching further into him and she screamed out his name as she came.
It was definitely the best orgasm anyone had ever had; she was sure of it. Her lower half jolted when he gave her one last lick, slowly pulling himself over her body, kissing her bare stomach. His mouth pressed soft kisses to her breast while his hand caressed her neck.
She opened her eyes to his face hovered over hers with a look that she’d never seen from Ethan. His blue eyes were no longer heated but soft, his mouth slightly open. He was looking at h
er like she was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. His finger lightly caressed her cheek, sliding over her nose as if he were tracing her face. This had been the second time he had done this today she noticed.
His hand cupped her face, his eyes crinkling at the corners. Her heart raced, pumping through her chest. Her eyes locked on him. She reached up pressing her lips to his for a gentle kiss. It wasn’t passionate like before but it was perfect.
*
He stared down at her. She was more beautiful than he’d ever seen her look. His finger lightly traced over her nose, her scattered freckles hidden with makeup. He held her cheek in his hand, her head cocking to the side, and she kissed him.
His phone rang and he considered ignoring it but he was waiting on a call back from the seller of a building he had just put an offer on. A few months back, they had sold off the bail bonds company to Trent and Declan, their associates and friends. Ethan had wanted to venture out on his own for a while. It was finally his time. Although he didn’t work alongside his brothers anymore, he remained a part of certain jobs. One of them being Saturday night’s job.
Pulling back from Emory, he sighed. “Em, I have to take this call.”
She continued kissing his lips, nodding. Her tongue poked out, stroking his bottom lip. His dick grew harder than it already was and he pulled back. She fell down against the bed, pouting.
Unable to resist, he leaned down, sucking her lip into his mouth. She immediately wrapped her hands across his back, pulling him on top of her. He chuckled against her lips.
The phone had stopped ringing and Emory whispered, “See, it wasn’t that important.” She smiled.
The phone started up again and she rolled her eyes. “Damn.”
Ethan rolled to his side and sat up, grabbing his phone from the end table. “Ethan Barrett.”
“Hi, Mr. Barrett, this is Liz from Mr. Howell’s office.”
Ethan stood up from the bed, walked over to the table, and pulled out the contract from his paper pile. “Hello, Liz.” His voice was all business. He sat back in the chair, catching Emory’s glare. He mouthed, “It’s business, Em.”
She squinted and the corners of her mouth quirked up slightly. She was thinking something devilish the way her eyes tried to appear innocent. He’d known Emory long enough to know she was planning something in that pretty red head.
“Mr. Howell is ready to go over your contract, if you are ready?”
Ethan continued to watch Emory get up from the bed. Her skirt fell back into place to his disappointment. Her top however was still open giving him a fantastic view of her large firm tits. He’d imagined her naked, however, reality proved to be better than his imagination. He watched her walk to him, breasts swaying, her nipples dark pink and beaded. His mouth nearly watered at the thought of taking them in his mouth again.
“Mr. Barrett?”
He shook his head answering, “Yes, I’m ready.”
A soft giggle caught his attention and he looked up at Emory, who stood between his legs, bare breasted. She wore a mischievous grin and her hand ran down his chest, stopping at the buckle of his jeans. Emory whispered, “Are you ready, Mr. Barrett?”
“Please hold for a moment and I’ll transfer you to Mr. Howell.” The phone clicked over and it was silent.
“Emory,” he warned, raising his eyebrows when she dropped to her knees, pulling open his buckle.
“You promised me a taste.” She pulled down his zipper. His gaze locked on her. He watched her grasp the waist of his jeans pulling. Without even realizing he was doing it, he lifted his hips and she yanked the jeans down, balling them up at his ankles.
“Ethan! How are you?”
Her hand wrapped around his rock hard cock and nearly gasped at the sensation. He scowled down at her, wrapping his hand over hers.
“I’m well, and you, Jerry?”
“Wonderful. I have the news you’ve been waiting on. They accepted the offer. I have the contract in front of me, the numbers all look good. I’ll just run through them with you.”
“Sounds good, go ahead.”
Ethan looked over at the contract but froze when he felt her wet lips cover the crown of his cock. Looking down at her, he watched her pull his hand off hers. Her eyes locked on his, closing when her mouth slid over his length.
He was mildly aware of Jerry’s voice on the other end of the phone. The feel of her warm mouth gliding up and down, clouded his mind, tuning out the voice. He was completely entranced by Emory.
Her head bobbed slowly over his dick and he could feel her tongue glaze over the sensitive tip causing him to tense his entire body at the sensation. Her eyes opened, taking him deep in her mouth and watching him. He’d never seen anything hotter than her lips wrapped around him.
“And we kept it under a million, just as you asked.”
Flinching from his blowjob haze, he gripped Emory’s hair, pulling back enough to get her off his cock but not to hurt her. Her mouth was barely inches away. He scowled at her giving her a warning. Her only response was a smirk. Sassy.
“Perfect, I appreciate your hard work, Jerry.” He felt his dick twitch when he said “hard.” It was the exact moment Emory’s tongue poked through her lips, licking the underside of his length. His hand tightened its grip but resisted holding her back when she again covered him with her mouth sucking him hard and deep.
He strained to keep his voice level. “If that’s all, then I’ll sign the contracts when I receive them and fax them over.”
Her mouth worked him harder and he knew he was seconds from coming. He needed to give her warning.
“Wonderful. I’ll give you a call when everything is finalized.”
Ethan’s hand gripped harder on her hair and he gritted his teeth. “Bye.” He clicked the phone off and snarled, “Fuck, I’m gonna come, Em.”
He tugged at her hair but she sucked harder, not releasing and sending him over the edge as hot jets of come shot down her throat. Her groan vibrated causing his body to jerk forward. He relaxed back into his chair, his breathing heavy, watching her slide his cock out of her mouth and lick her lips.
She crawled over his lap and her chin rested on his chest. She looked up at him through her lashes and smiled. “I’d say the call went well, wouldn’t you?”
Ethan was in complete awe of the hottest blowjob he ever received from the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen and the only girl who could crack a joke after sucking his dick. He burst out laughing.
Chapter 11
EMORY watched Ethan pull his light gray tee over his head. It was a damn shame he ever covered up his body. He had made another call after the BCC, blowjob contract call, as she now referred to it. He snickered when she explained the abbreviation.
She walked up to him, her hands lightly touching his stomach, and looked up to his chiseled face. “You’re going to think of me every time you walk into that building, aren’t you?”
He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her against his chest. “You made that deal so memorable I may never want to leave that building.”
“You should name it the Emory.”
He laughed, leaning down to her mouth, taking a kiss before backing away. “We better go to the appointment.”
“Are you sure? It’s not your type of house, E.”
“How do you know?”
“Uh, because I know you, and it the furthest thing from modern, pristine, and expensive.”
He cocked his head to the side. “That’s really how you see me?”
“I’ve seen your apartment.” She twisted her mouth to the side and widened her eyes.
“Well, I’d like to see what you deem a perfect house. Humor me?”
They left his room and walked over to his Porsche. It was a rental. Most people rented a Porsche to live out some fantasy knowing they’d never be able to afford to buy one. Ethan rented it because that was what he was used to. He had a black Porsche and an Aud
i A7 at home.
They walked across the small lot located behind the main house of the B&B. They were two cars away when she stumbled on the loose gravel. Her leg twisted and she was about to fall forward when Ethan’s hand wrapped around her middle, keeping her from falling.
He held her up against his chest.
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome, baby.”
Emory was usually a despiser of pet names. She once broke up with a guy in college after warning him several times to stop calling her darling. He didn’t, and a day later he was single. But somehow, coming from Ethan’s mouth, it was not just okay but perfect. It sounded natural coming from his lips. She ignored the excitement she felt from hearing it. She shook off the thought. Roxanne would be reaming her ass if she could see her now. Roxanne had always been the romantic, and even she hated pet names.
He guided her to her door and opened it, waiting next to the door for her to get in. Among other things, Ethan was a gentleman, always.
They drove about three miles, down a narrow street, edging toward the water. Emory told him to pullover across the street. There were only four houses on the street. Three had been bought in the few last years, completely gutted and redone. The inside had been updated, garages had been added.
They got out and Emory noticed Ethan take off his sunglasses, staring at the big house at the end. It was beautiful and had a spectacular view of the bay. The beauty of the street was the original design of the house placement. It allowed all four homes to have a bay view and access from their backyards. The large house at the end was great because it gave a view from the front also.
“What do you think?” Emory asked, knowing what his answer would be.
“I love it, it’s beautiful.”
“I knew you’d love it.”
He turned to face her, his face confused. “I thought you said I wouldn’t, that it wasn’t my type? It’s gorgeous.”
Emory laughed and grabbed his hand, walking across the street. “Oh, I knew you’d love that house.” Pointing to the house at the end, “But that’s not the one for sale. This one is, and my personal favorite.”