by Amelia Shea
“Maybe. Or maybe your heart just isn’t in it. Maybe you need to give it another chance. I can tell you love it here, maybe you just need more time to find your comfort spot here.”
“Yeah, maybe,” she whispered. He was talking her into staying? Part of her appreciated his encouragement but mostly she was disappointed he wasn’t begging her to go back to Texas with him. Maybe, he was having second thoughts about all of this. She bit her lip.
“How much time will you need to gather a few rental showings?”
Emory blinked, looking over him. “Rentals?”
“Unless you plan on inviting me to move in here, I’ll need a place to live, Em. I’ll wait on buying until you sort out whether you want to stay or move back to Texas.”
Her mouth fell open, her eyes widening. Was he saying what she thought he was saying? “You’re gonna move here?” She pointed her finger down to the floor. His eyes followed her finger, smirking.
“Are you offering for me to move in with you, Em?” He quirked his eyebrows. “Think, Emory, because if you are, there’s no turning back. I will say yes, love.”
Love.
She shook her head vigorously. “Wait, you can’t just move to Beaufort.”
“Why not? You did.”
“Yeah, for my job. What about yours?”
“With the sale of the bail bonds company, I’m no longer needed in the office. I can work from anywhere. As you may recall, I handled business from my room at the B&B.” His eyes darkened to a deep blue and her body shuddered at the memory of his business call. “I’ll fly back when necessary, and when we finally decide where we want to be, I’ll look into buying an office.”
“You’ll stay?”
“Yes.”
“For me?”
He nodded, his eyes soft. “Yes.”
“Again, too easy.”
“After the year we’ve had, easy is a welcome change.”
With her heart racing, she stood up from the chair, placing the beer on the table next to her. She walked to Ethan, grabbing his hand and pulling him up from the chair. She walked to the door and turned to face him.
He stepped closer, his eyes riddled with concern. She hadn’t said a word, her eyes had teared up and her lips tightened into a line.
“Em?”
She reached up, holding his face in her hands and whispered, “I love you, Ethan.”
His eyes stared into hers, bringing his face close to hers. He took her mouth with a soft kiss. Her body pressed into his, needing to be close. She bit gently over his bottom lip. He backed her against the door, rubbing his erection against her core. She felt her pussy moisten and ache.
“I need you inside me.”
He growled, lowering his head into her neck. The door fell open at her back and she realized he must have opened it. She backed in with him trailing forward.
His lips came down hard on her the minute the door closed; he was devouring her. She gripped his neck holding on to him when he lifted her by the waist and headed to the stairs. His tongue glided in and out of her mouth giving her a preview of what he would be doing to her when he got her in bed. Her stomach swirled with nerves. She had to tell him, right? This wasn’t something she could fake. Could she?
Emory’s eyes widened as they walked through her bedroom door. His grip loosened on her waist and she slid down his body. Her hands immediately going to his jeans, she pulled open the buckle and unzipped him.
His mouth was suctioned to her neck, teeth grazing her collarbone. They had to get naked soon or she might come from just the feel of his mouth on her neck. Was that even possible? She shimmied his jeans down his legs, arching down but he gripped the hem of her shirt ripping it off of her.
She gasped at the heat coming from his eyes. She sauntered back to the bed, teasing him with her slow strip of her bra. She let it fall off and watched Ethan’s stare. He pulled off his jeans and underwear and stood bottomless in front of her. Her arousal spiked at the sight of his cock, long and thick. She hadn’t seen tons of guys naked but Ethan was by far the biggest.
He gripped the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it over his head, stalking forward to her. She backed up into the bed. His mouth dropped on her fast and hard, licking her lips, then driving deep into her mouth. Wrapping herself around him, she felt his hands at her waist. He ripped down her pants, nudging her to fall back on the bed and tossed them on the floor.
She crawled back on the bed to the headboard and watched his body crawl over hers, lowering his head at her pussy and felt his tongue stroke her clit. She jumped at the feel of his mouth. He licked her relentlessly while she squirmed, on the brink of coming. He pulled back, bringing his mouth to her breast, sucking her nipple into his mouth and inserting his finger through her folds.
Her head arched back, straining her neck, gasping for air from the heat she was feeling. His mouth moved to her other breast, licking the tight bead.
“Ahhhh…” She moaned. She was so close to an orgasm, it almost hurt when he pulled out his finger. His head came over her and he whispered, “Next time you come, it’ll be on my cock. I want to feel you come apart while I’m inside you.” He paused. “Are you on something? I want nothing between us.”
She gulped. “I’m on Depo.”
His mouth licked her neck sending chills all over her body, excitement and nerves. Say something! His body shifted over hers and she felt the crown of his cock at her entrance.
Emory’s entire body froze.
“Em?”
Cupping his jaw, she cursed herself for not talking with him about this sooner. She feared this could turn ugly if she wasn’t one hundred percent honest. Damn, she should have told him sooner.
“Baby, talk to me.” His finger traced over her cheek, down to her neck.
God, this was embarrassing.
His lips peppered kisses over her forehead and cheeks. Her hands lingered at his neck and she wrapped her arms around, pulling him into her tightly. He went into her, face in the crook of her neck. She just had to say it. Just fucking say it.
She squeezed her eyes tightly, her lips pressed together, counting in her head from three to one, she blurted, “I’m a virgin.”
His back formed a rigid solid line and her grasp on him grew tighter. He tried to pull back up but she refused to loosen her grip on him. She said it but she didn’t have to look at him. Pulling back again with no luck, he whispered, “Em. Let go.”
Eyes clasped shut, she shook her head, refusing to speak or loosen her hold on him.
“Emory.”
Shit, now he was pissed. She should have told him, should have mentioned it somehow. She knew eventually they’d be there, naked in a bed. No, she should have just kept her mouth shut and not told him. So, what if the first time sucked, it would get better, she knew that. Didn’t everybody’s first time suck?
“Emory,” he warned, and she released her grip, her hands falling to the bed. He leaned back but she refused to meet his eyes until his hand came to her chin and lifted, forcing her to meet his gaze. It wasn’t what she had expected.
His face was hard, his blue eyes scanning her face.
“Look, I’m sorry, I should have said something but…”
“Shut up.”
“Ethan…”
His mouth crashed down on hers, his tongue thrashing inside her mouth, swirling against hers. If he was mad then she was loving the pissed off Ethan. Her hands curled around his back, completely lost in the kiss. Licking her bottom lip, he slid back in consuming her. His mouth covered her tongue, sucking hard.
His hand draped down her neck, swept across her breast, beading her nipples at the slight touch and covered her mound. Their kiss intensified at the sound of his moan before releasing her lips. His face hovered over hers.
“You saved yourself for me?”
She nodded slowly, holding his severe gaze that read a million emotions. His head came down, taking her lips again.
Completely lost in his touch, he swirled a circle over her clit, forcing her to moan.
Ethan’s body rested against her and she could feel the head of his dick at her entrance. She wanted him inside her. His head bowed down, kissing her neck and shifted his hips. She could feel the crown of his cock enter her and she gasped at the sensation. There was a small bite of uncomfortable pain and she could feel her walls stretching to accommodate him. He slowly moved further inside her. She knew he was being as gentle as possible.
“You waited for me. God, Em.” His breath was heavy, his mouth sucking her neck and pushing deeper inside her slowly. Her back arched at the small sharp pain. Turning to his neck, she kissed him, licking his neck to his ear, biting down.
His hips pushed further into hers and she knew he was fully seated. His head turned to her, his lips crashing down on her, stealing her breath. He moved inside her in short jerks, slowly, letting her feel every inch of him.
“You feel so good, Em. Fucking perfect, like you were made for only me.” His hips pulled back, driving into her again. The slight pain and discomfort gone, she swiveled her hips to meet his and gripped her nails into his back. His hand reached between their bodies, grazing over her clit as his hips moved deeper and faster into her.
Her head arched back and trembled feeling the sensation of her orgasm throughout her entire body. Driving his cock in and out of her, he groaned, “Come for me.”
She panted hard, her head swimming with everything she was feeling. He rocked her harder, pulling out and then driving back into her, his finger flicking over her nub. She gripped his shoulders and shouted his name on her release.
She rode out her orgasm with him pumping fast but not hard into her. She could feel him come inside her, the jets of his arousal as it jerked into her body. His loud, deeply grunted, “Fuck”, made her smile, knowing that was for her.
His body collapsed over her, their hearts beating erratically against each other. They lay in silence, Emory dragging her fingers over his moist back. His body propped up, caging his arms around her face, his eyes, dark and heated, holding her gaze. “Best gift I ever got is the one you just gave me.”
Her eyes threatened to tear, her lips forming a small smile. He pressed a small kiss to her lips, then her nose and her forehead, he muttered, “Love knowing I was the first and I’ll be the last.”
*
Emory had fallen asleep almost immediately after he cleaned up. He came back from the bathroom to find her eyes closed, and her body curled into his pillow. He made his way downstairs, securing all the locks before coming up and turning off the light in the hallway. He climbed in the bed adjusting the blankets to cover them.
Emory curled into his body, snuggling into his side and resting her head on his chest. His arm wrapped around her back and he kissed her head before falling asleep.
He opened his eyes the next morning to find them both in the same position. Ethan, usually a restless sleeper, had slept through the entire night. He lay still, listening to the soft snore of the woman in his arms. His woman.
It turned out he wasn’t the only one lying that night, almost a year ago. Emory had made a crude comment about “no longer holding her v card”. At the time, he was livid, though he never let it show. The thought of her being with another man only intensified his anger that night. They had both said nasty things to hurt each other at that table. Her claiming to no longer be a virgin had been the hardest to hear.
But now, here she was in his arms.
* * * *
Her phone rang, jerking her out of sleep. She turned over fast, almost slapping him in the process.
“Sorry, baby.” She grabbed the phone from the table. “Hello?”
Her back was facing Ethan. Her hair fell down her back and the sheet slid down exposing the curve of her ass. Emory was curvier than most woman he had been with and by far the sexiest. He loved her curves and her big tits and ass. He reached out, drawing circles on her back and watching her tremble under his touch.
She needed to get off the phone, he needed to take her again.
“Wait, Calvin, slow down. What exactly did she say?” Her voice was urgent and annoyed. Her back straightened and she quickly got out of the bed. She wrapped the sheet around her body and walked out of the room. He heard the steps creak and her muttered, “Are you fucking kidding me?”
Ethan got up, pulling his jeans up and followed her downstairs. He peeked his head in the kitchen and then followed the sound of her voice.
“Motherfucker!”
Ethan walked in her office and found her sitting behind her desk with her laptop opened. She had the phone to her ear, staring at the screen.
“Yeah, I got it,” she answered, then muttered, “Shit!”
“Em?”
She looked up over the top of her computer. He raised his eyebrow in question. She glanced down at the computer again and started to talk to Calvin. “Okay, thanks for letting me know.” She paused. “Stop apologizing, it’s not your fault. I’ll call you later.” She paused and sadly smiled. “Thanks, Calvin.”
She clicked her phone and tossed it on the desk, falling back into her chair. “Well, it looks like I won’t be staying in Beaufort, after all.”
Ethan took a few steps into her office. “Why’s that?”
She sat up and turned the laptop to face him. “Because I’ve just been fired.”
Ethan’s eyes widened before looking down at her computer. It was an email from her boss explaining that due to her numbers they would have to release her. As per her original contract, she had to meet a sales quota, which she had not. They were giving her two weeks to return her work vehicle and move out of her office. They were also giving her a small good faith severance. He scrolled down to see the copies of her original agreement contract. He was halfway through when Emory’s sobs brought his eyes to her face.
“Emory, baby, come here.”
She got up from her chair, holding up her sheet, her head bowed and sniffling. He wrapped his arms around her and she hugged his neck. He rubbed her back over the sheet, trying his best to soothe her.
“Can they do that?” Her voice was muffled.
“It’s in the contract, so yes, they can.” He’d have to read the documents fully but from what he saw, they were well within their right to fire her.
“They suck!”
Ethan tried to fight a small smile. He knew she was upset and that nearly broke his heart but she sounded so damn cute talking into his neck.
Ethan lifted her off her feet, walking over to the small couch by the bay window and sat down, adjusting Emory on his lap. She swiveled around, straddling his lap.
Reaching up to her face, he wiped her tears. “Do you want me to kick someone’s ass?”
Emory huffed, then laughed. “Would you?”
“Yes.”
She leaned down, cupping his face and kissing his lips. He kissed her back, keeping his desire to take her again at bay. She was upset about her situation and probably still sore from last night, he needed to give her time.
Her sheet that she had wrapped around her fell slightly from when she straddled him. Ethan watched her adjust the sheet, wrapping it around to cover her breasts. Her eyes caught his and they stared at each other, the desire obvious.
Emory raised her hands to the sheet at her chest and pulled slowly, dropping the sheet to her waist. Ethan leaned forward, not saying a word. He wrapped his mouth over her nipple sucking hard until she threw back her head and moaned. “God, Ethan.”
Her hands drove into his hair, tugging his head closer to her breast. Ethan licked the beaded pearl, gra
zing his teeth against her sensitive nipple. She gasped and he licked a trail across her chest. Sucking her nipple into his mouth, he palmed her other breast while she rubbed against his cock. He was so hard that his dick strained against his jeans; it was almost painful. He had to be inside her. He swore to himself he would take it slow; she was still raw from that night.
His hands yanked the rest of the sheet down her body and grabbed her butt in his hands, squeezing her pussy against him. She latched onto his ear, licking his ear lobe and panting, “Fuck me, Ethan.”
He nearly blew his load in his jeans with her dirty words. He tossed her over on the couch and stood, yanking his pants off. He leaned over her whispering in her ear, “How sore are you?”
“Not very sore but I am very wet.” She strained to meet his lips stroking the seam of his mouth with her tongue. He growled, grabbing her hips and spinning her around over the couch. He moved her body over the arm of the couch bringing his chest down on her back, he pushed her hair to the side and licked her neck.
She arched her head back. “Ethan.”
He grunted, placing the crown of his cock at the base of her pussy. “So fucking wet, Emory. You dripping for me?”
“Yeah.” She panted.
“Loved being inside you last night, I’ve never felt it so good, Em.”
His cock rubbed over her clit teasing her. She begged, “Please.”
Ethan slowly entered her from behind. His dick inched into her pussy. His hand wrapped around her stomach, grazing over her breast. She moaned and he circled her hard nipple with his finger, flicking it. She gasped, pushing her breast into his hand.
His cock moved in and out, his rhythm even. Pulling up from her body, he gripped her hips, diving deeper into her pussy, making her breath heavy. Sliding in and out, feeling every ounce of her wetness, Ethan felt his cock harden more, and he knew he was close to coming. His thrusting grew faster and harder as he pounded deep inside of her. Her moans grew louder, and Ethan gripped her shoulders fucking her hard and fast. One last thrust, he settled deep in her pussy, coming hard into her.