by Amelia Shea
Opening her eyes, she saw his head bowed down. She reached up, taking his lips and stroking his tongue with hers. She could taste herself on his lips.
His strokes were long and deep. She could feel her core stretch to fit his length, feeling every inch of him inside her. His cock pulling out and pushing back in caused another orgasm. She rocked against him and his strokes became faster. She gripped his back with her nails, his mouth on her kissing her with so much passion.
Never releasing her, he backed up to his knees, pumping into her, his hand dragging over her breast, pinching her nipples, causing her back to arch into his touch. He fucked her deep, plunging in and out of her body.
“Harder, E.”
His hips moved faster, pounding into her. She shook from his hard fucking. He grabbed her legs spreading them wide and plowed hard into her, each thrust sending her closer to the edge. His swift jerks had her screaming out his name as she came.
He grunted loudly, thrusting deeper, and squeezing her legs in a firm grasp. He thrust deep, locking into her, his cock pulsated, coming hard.
She stared at him in complete awe. His face was tight, his neck strained enough to see the cords of his throat. His muscles were tense; she could see his flawless chest outlined. She had never seen anything or anyone more beautiful or sexy than Ethan coming. Her heart raced at the sight, feeling him inside her.
His body relaxed slightly, his eyes hot and dark, almost dreamy.
A small smile played on his lips, covering his body over hers and his lips taking her mouth. He breathed heavily into her mouth, she inhaled, wanting every part of him, even his breath.
His mouth released her, driving his face into the crook of her neck. “So fucking hot.”
She smiled, caressing his back, feeling the moisture from his sweat. “Yes, we are.” She giggled.
* * * *
They had spent most of the day in bed as promised and to Ethan’s satisfaction, he had just given her orgasm number six. He loved a challenge especially this one. They were on the couch, eating Chinese food and watching a car show. Ethan watched her slurp her noodles between her lips and then lick them.
Her attention shifted to him. “You’re imagining something dirty, aren’t you?”
He jerked his head. “Yes.”
She laughed, putting her almost empty container on the table. He sat in the corner of the couch and she fell into his side, curling up next to him. His arm dropped over her shoulder and he started to play with her hair, twisting it around his finger.
“I miss the curls,” he whispered.
She looked up. “Me too, sometimes.” Reaching up she kissed his lips then turned back to the television.
A few minutes went by and Ethan couldn’t help but be surprised at the contentment he felt sitting there just hanging out. He had always been the type of person who was always moving. Even when he dated women they went out, dinners, parties. Rarely did they sit at home watching TV. And when they did his mind always wandered to work or something else.
Here with Emory, it was just them that consumed his mind. There wasn’t any place he’d rather be. This is what he wanted, forever. He promised this day would be about them and it would be. He wasn’t sure if it would be the right time, but being with her, like this, he didn’t want to risk anything ruining them. He needed her to know everything.
He needed to tell her, explain to her about the special jobs, he and the guys did. He needed to explain the call from his client. She had asked a few times in the past week, not pushing, assuring him she was only curious and she trusted him. But it bothered her not knowing and he knew he needed to get it out now and hope she saw it for what it was, why they did it.
“Will you come with me?”
Her head turned slowly, a coy smile playing at her lips. “Always.”
He smiled, pressing his lips to her forehead. “My office.”
Her smile faded. She must have read the seriousness in his eyes. She nodded. He took her hand and led her to his office, flicking on the light and walking to his desk. He sat, pulling her onto his lap. Caging her in his arms, he flipped open the laptop and tapped a few keys, pulling up the file.
He sat back in his chair and jerked his head to the screen. He didn’t say a word, he didn’t have to. She leaned into the computer.
She was reading the file from Michael Dillon. He was a twenty-seven-year-old married man from Oregon. He had been killed during a carjacking. He was stopped at a light, coming off the late shift at the factory he worked at. He had worked there since he graduated from high school. He worked his way up and was recently promoted to night manager. His coworkers described him as honest, fair, and an all-around great guy. The promotion came at a perfect time. He had just found out he was going to be a father. His wife of five years was pregnant.
Ethan watched Emory reading the file, her face in deep thought as she read.
The carjacking happened two years ago. Michael was on his way home. Stopped at a light when a man came to each door. The man at the driver’s side shoved a gun through the crack in his window and demanded he get out. Michael complied, telling them to be cool, they could take his car. He forfeited his wallet immediately tossing it on the car seat as he got out, holding up his hands. The man at the passenger side got in the car, urging the gunman to get in and get them out of there.
Michael had done everything they asked; he stood helpless with his hands above his head. The gunman pointed the gun at him and Michael started begging for his life. He told him he had a wife and baby on the way, they were getting everything they wanted, there was no reason for him to shoot. They were masked; unidentifiable.
The gunman was about to get in the car but instead turned, and shot Michael in the face. He walked over to Michael, who lay on the ground, stood over him and shot three more times in the chest before the gunman got into the car and took off.
“Oh my God.” Emory gasped, her hand covering her mouth. She turned her head, her sad eyes set on him. “Did you know him?”
“No.”
“What happened to the guy who shot him?”
“They never found him.”
“I don’t understand, if they didn’t find him then how do you know this is what happened?”
“This is the confession of the other man there that night, his accomplice, Ernie Paterno. Six months ago, he was picked up on drug possession and looking at four years. While in jail awaiting his court date, Ernie bragged to another inmate, telling a story about his friend who shot a man in the face during a carjacking. He bragged about how they got away with it.”
“How do you know this?”
“Inmates aren’t the best at keeping secrets, especially if they can use the information for their own gain. The inmate he bragged to told a guard in exchange for something I cannot and will not share with you. The inmate, however, did not give a name of the gunman.”
“Okay, so why didn’t the police arrest this Ernie asshole and make him give the name of the shooter?”
“The police never got wind of the information. He wouldn’t have given up the shooter anyway, Em. A guy like that knows better than to rat out a murderer.”
“I don’t understand; how do you have this information?”
“We have associates. One of our associates relayed the story to us, we took an interest.”
“We?”
“Stone, T, Bogs and myself.”
“Why?”
“That man, Michael Dillon, was as innocent as they come. He was killed for the sake of being killed. They had his car, his money. They had no reason to shoot him. What isn’t in that report, is that they wore masks. There was no way for them to be identified. They could have taken off and let him live. But instead, they killed him.”
She whispered, “What did you do?”
“We got Ernie Paterno a lawyer, who could get the charges dropped. In exchange for his freedom, he would provide the name of the shooter. Once the
charges were dropped, he gave us the name. Marty Collins.”
She turned in her seat, her face confused. “I don’t understand, you got this guy off to just walk the streets when he witnessed and took part in this guy’s murder and did nothing?” She raised her voice in fury.
“No. The lawyer, who by all accounts took the case pro bono, got him off. Although his freedom was short lived. He died an hour after getting out.”
“How?”
“Hit and run. They never did find the car or the driver.” His eyes were serious and reflected no emotion.
“And Marty Collins? What happened to him?”
“Dead. Gunshot to the face.”
“When?”
Ethan stared, watching her closely. “The day after my birthday party.”
Her eyes widened and he knew she was piecing it all together.
“Did you?” she asked, her breathing heavy.
He shook his head. “No. But I was there. I watched Marty Collins get exactly what he deserved.”
“The woman on the phone, she’s his widow?”
“She is.”
“She said that she felt better after he got his justice, after she did it. She shot him, didn’t she?”
Ethan gulped a breath. “Yes.”
“And you made that possible?”
“Yes.”
Emory turned back to the computer, somber and quiet. She scrolled through the file, stopping to read his obituary. Scrolling down further, she stopped again, this time to a picture of Mike and his wife, Missy. It was a picture from their announcement. Ethan watched her profile and her body shake slightly. He knew she was crying. He rubbed her back gently, not saying a word.
He believed in what they did, seeing justice served for the victims and their families. He wanted her to understand it but he wasn’t going to make her. If she accepted this and he hoped that she would, it had to be on her terms, without any influence from him.
Her voice croaked. “Did they have a boy or a girl?”
“Little boy. She named him Michael after his dad.”
Emory turned her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. “And she called you because she was hurting, and you were there for her. The brunch at the club? It was her on the phone.”
He nodded.
“I’m an asshole.”
Ethan blinked, snorting and pulling her into his arms. “No, you’re not.”
He held her wrapped in his arms silently. He was there for Missy and all the other families. They all had special jobs when it came to this. Ethan’s was to deal and help the families directly. He had never encountered a family member who regretted what they had done. Most of them, he’d never heard from again. Others, like Missy, needed extra care. That’s where he came in.
“E?” she whispered.
“Yes.”
“I get it.” Her head turned, her hair brushing up against his face, a lone tear sliding from her eye. “I get it.”
He nodded. “And can you live with it?”
“Yes,” she whispered, leaning into him, placing a gentle kiss on his lips.
Chapter 20
IT had been three weeks since Ethan’s confession of their side business. He had left three days ago for another special job. She insisted on knowing about the jobs and the victims and their stories. If she was going to be a part of his life she had to know it all. Not everyone would believe in vigilante justice or an eye for an eye but Emory did.
Ethan was hesitant to tell her about the next job but he did when she explained that if she knew everything, they could do it together. It gave her a better understanding. It worked for them.
She continued to live with Ethan and started to redecorate his house. She got Roxanne involved, which sent him over the edge, banning them from doing any more changes. Emory worked her magic in the form of a phenomenal blowjob and Rox was back the next day, and they continued their changes to his place.
Ethan offered to sell his place so they could buy a house but she resisted. Someday when they had kids, she’d want a house, but for now, she liked living on top of the world or at least, Houston.
Emory was sitting on the bed when her phone alerted her to a new text. She grabbed it off the nightstand and grinned when she saw the name.
Calvin: Hey girl, where you been??????? Are you MIA with a sexy blue eyed business man?
Emory: Damn, I miss you and hell yeah!
Calvin: That’s my girl, make me proud. Congratulate me girl, I sold my first house!
Emory: OMG that’s awesome! Congrats to you, I knew you’d be a fantastic agent. Which house, please tell me it was on Fripp!
Calvin: Thank you. No, not on Fripp but I made a killing on my commission. I almost feel bad telling you, your dream has been sold, sweet girl.
Emory stared down at the phone. Her favorite house was sold. She knew it was just a matter of time, that house was a gem. It was also beyond anything she could ever afford. She sighed heavily but smiled. At least it was Calvin who made the sale.
Emory: Aww…my dream home gone.
Calvin: If it makes you feel better there’s a nice story behind it. The buyer bought it for his wife. Said the minute she saw it; she fell in love so he bought it! Isn’t that sweet?
Emory laughed. Yeah, real sweet for that lucky bitch.
Emory: Super sweet.
Calvin: Gotta run, miss you bunches and for the love of the Lord…VISIT!
Emory: I will! Congrats again. Love you!
Emory tossed the phone on the bed, leaning back against the headboard as Ethan walked out of the bathroom. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, and his hair was wet. Ethan completely put together was hot as hell and only second to the vision she was getting now. He should always be wet and shirtless.
He looked over. “What’s wrong?”
She shrugged. “Calvin made his first sale.” She sighed. “My dream house is gone.”
“Your favorite?”
She nodded.
“You’re upset?”
She moved across the bed on her knees, flopping down on her belly. “Yes and no. I’m glad Calvin got the sale but I kinda wish…” She smiled.
“What do you wish?”
She snorted. “That I was the one buying it.”
Ethan moved forward running his hands through her hair. “Em.”
She knew something that would make her feel better. She glanced up at him through her lashes and quirked up her brow. “I know something that will cheer me up.” She reached out and pulled his towel, dropping it to the floor. His bed was high enough to have her at eye and mouth level with his cock. Damn, even soft he was big.
She leaned forward, watching his eyes heat and wrapped her mouth around his length, sucking it between her lips.
*
He watched her lean forward taking his dick in her mouth. He hissed a breath at the feel of her warm mouth engulfing his length. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, taking him deep and sucking hard.
His hands reached into her hair. He missed the curls but the thick strands he was gliding through his fingers was sexy as hell. Her eyes met his, his cock moving in and out of her mouth. Taking lead, he held her head with both hands, moving his hips.
A sensation in his balls made his body hitch forward slightly. Looking down, he saw her smiling eyes peering up at him. Her fingers dragging over his sac, caused him to breathe hard. It felt so fucking good—her mouth and hands on him.
His hands tightened in her hair, emitting a moan from her lips that vibrated over his cock sending him into a faster thrust into her mouth.
“Em,” he groaned.
He held her head in his grip and slowly pulled out of her mouth before slamming deep down her throat. His hips rocked fast, moaning loud and he grunted, “Gonna come.”
Her hand gripped his balls, pulling slightly. Her mouth suctioned hard and he gasped at the warmth over his cock, another thrust into her pullin
g mouth, he shot straight down her throat, moaning loudly. “Fuck, Em, baby.”
She released him from her lips, mischievously smiling up at him through her lashes. “My turn.”
Oh, yes it was.
Chapter 21
EMORY stood in the Garrisons’ kitchen lifting a chip in the air, laughing at Baxter, T and Cassie’s dog, jump up and snatch it from her hand. The last time she saw him, he was just a cute, tiny puppy. She was shocked at him, all one hundred pounds, when he came barreling toward her when they arrived an hour ago.
“Emory!” Cassie scolded. “Stop doing that, we’re trying to teach him not to jump.”
Roxanne laughed. “Always the bad influence, Em. I think, had we never met, I would have gotten into way less trouble.”
Emory smirked. “Yeah but you wouldn’t have had nearly as much fun.” Emory threw a side glance to Cassie, who had turned back to the tray of food on the counter. She tossed another chip in the air, watching Baxter jump up and catch it.
Ethan, Stone, and T walked into the kitchen. Emory pushed off from the counter where she had been leaning and walked over, sliding her arm around Ethan’s waist. She peered up and pouted. “Cassie’s yelling at me.”
Cassie huffed, putting her hands on her hips trying to look mad but Emory could see her smile. “Ethan, control your girl, she’s corrupting my dog.”
They all laughed and gathered around the center island. Ethan stood with his arm over her shoulders. She peered around, all of them together. She had finally gotten her man and of course, the family that came with him. Baxter and Lu, Stone and Sadie’s dog, circled the floor waiting for something to fall. All that was missing were a few kids running around. She smiled, thinking…someday.
Bogs walked in, immediately attacked by wagging tails, followed by John, who stopped in the doorway. Bogs pushed through, grabbing a handful of chips and a beer from the fridge. Emory noticed Roxanne look over her shoulder to where John was standing.
Her face was confused. “What’s up, Dad?’”
Emory curved her neck, peering over her shoulder at John, who stood standing with a smile on his face.