Kiro's Emily

by Abbi Glines

He wanted us to talk and be open with each other. “Adorable isn’t your type,” I informed him.

  The corner of his mouth tilted up as he smirked. “Oh, really? What is my type, exactly?”

  I didn’t want to say this out loud. Closing my eyes, I forced the word out. “Sexy.”

  “You’re right. I like sexy. I like sexy a fucking lot,” he agreed. Then his hand slipped under my shirt, and I held my breath as he moved it slowly up until it covered one of my breasts. “And this body is so damn sexy it hurts to look at you.”

  Oh. OK. Wow.

  “Standing in your room in nothing but those little panties and that bra had me so damn needy I couldn’t think straight. I wanted to be buried up inside you. I wanted you naked and crying out in pleasure underneath me. Fucking sexy as hell,” he murmured, as he licked my neck then began tugging my bra down so that I spilled out of the lace cups.

  “I love these tits. Best fucking tits in the world,” he growled, and he began to lick my collarbone. I had never been licked before, and I wasn’t sure that was something I ever wanted, but having Kiro’s tongue on me was proving that I did want it. Very much.

  He moved my shirt up until my breasts were bared to him. His eyes lit up, and goose bumps covered my arms as he lowered his head to take one of my nipples into his mouth. When he pulled on it with his teeth, I cried out and grabbed his head to hold him there. That was good, and I wanted more of it.

  Kiro reached down and shoved my legs open before moving to rest between them as he continued to lick and tease my hard peaks. Just when I thought my body couldn’t feel any better, he pressed his hardness against the ache between my legs.

  Throwing back my head, I cried out his name. I wanted more of that, too.

  “That’s it, angel. Feel good, baby. Let me take care of this hot body. It’s all I ever want to fucking do. Hear those cries of pleasure.” His words made me feel frantic. I wasn’t naive. I knew what this led to, and I knew that sex was going to hurt me the first time. But right now, I didn’t care.

  “Goddammit, can y’all use a motherfucking room while Rush is here?” Dean’s voice was like a cold bucket of water. One I apparently needed, because I was ready to strip naked right here and let Kiro have me.

  Kiro swore and covered me with his body as he pulled my bra back up and tugged my shirt down to cover me. “You could fucking knock,” he said angrily.

  “In my own damn house? I can walk into the fucking game room with my son if I want to. There are bedrooms for this shit.”

  Kiro started to say something else, and I grabbed his arm and squeezed. He turned to look at me, and I shook my head no. Dean was right. We shouldn’t have been doing this.

  Kiro bent his head and covered my mouth with his. I forgot a moment about Dean and Rush while he kissed me. It was like he was tasting something special. Something he cherished. I melted into him.

  “Fuck, man. Take her upstairs,” Dean complained.

  Kiro broke the kiss, and his breathing was hard. “I hate you,” he said, turning to Dean.

  Dean just laughed. “I bet you do.”

  Kiro stood up, took both my hands, and pulled me with him. I saw Rush latched onto his dad’s leg as he stared at us. I instantly felt guilty. I was no better than his mother and Kiro yesterday. He was seeing something he shouldn’t, and this time, it was my fault.

  “Stop looking like you ran over a puppy. He’s seen worse than that. It’s OK that you two were sleeping on the sofa together. He’s two. He has no clue what was really happening,” Dean said with an amused smirk.

  I walked over and bent down to Rush’s level. Today he looked happy. He wasn’t scared, and he seemed to be taking in everything around him. “Did you have a good night?” I asked him.

  He nodded. “Saw tuhtules,” he replied.

  I glanced up at Dean, who looked pleased that Rush was talking to me. “We had a movie night in my room. Popcorn, brownies, and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II,” he explained.

  I looked back at Rush. “Raph is my favorite. Which one is yours?” I asked him.

  He glanced up at his dad and grinned.

  Dean chuckled and ruffled his hair. “He likes Raph, too. I think you just made a new best friend.”

  “You’re stealing my woman, little man. Don’t think I don’t see what you’re doing,” Kiro said in a teasing tone as he came up behind me.

  I stood up, and his arms circled my waist and pulled me back against his chest.

  Dean looked down at Kiro’s arms then back up at me. “So she’s your woman now?”

  Kiro bent his head and kissed my temple. “Yeah.”

  Dean let out a sigh, then shook his head. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

  Kiro’s arms tightened around me. “I do.”

  Dean glanced from Kiro to me. “I was talking to her.” Then he reached down and picked up Rush.

  We stood there as they walked away. Kiro hadn’t released his hold on me, but he had gone very still. Dean’s words had bothered him. I could tell that much. I wanted to like Dean, I really did, but if he was going to keep upsetting Kiro, I wasn’t going to be able to.

  “I know what I’m doing. I want this,” I said firmly. I wanted him to believe me.

  He dropped his head to the curve of my neck and inhaled. “God, I hope so,” he replied.

  Kiro

  Fear. It was that simple. I was fucking eaten up with fear. I couldn’t even take her to her room. I was afraid she’d wise up and leave me. Instead, I took her hand and led her to my bedroom. Then I locked the fucking door behind us. I wanted to keep her here. Forever. Locked away with me. So no one could say anything to change her mind or even look at her. She was all mine.

  Just mine. For the first time in my life, I wanted something to be mine. More than I wanted my next breath.

  “Kiro.” Her voice was gentle. It was like she knew the battle going on in my head.

  “Yeah¸” I replied, as I moved her back toward my bed. I wanted her in my bed.

  “Something’s wrong. Talk to me.”

  I didn’t want to talk to her. I wanted to eat her. I wanted to taste every part of her body. Then I wanted to fuck her until neither of us could walk.

  I reached for her shirt and lifted it up and over her head. I began to unbutton her shorts. I wanted them off. I wanted her naked. My angel naked in my bed. Under my body. Fuck. I was going to lose it.

  “Kiro, wait, something is bothering you. What is it?” she asked, as I shoved her shorts down. She stepped out of them obediently.

  So perfect. So fucking beautiful. Her skin was flawless and felt like satin. I ran a finger over her shoulders and down to her bra.

  “What Dean said, did that upset you? He’s wrong. I want to be here. I’m doing what I want. You’re what I want.”

  She was worrying about me. No one ever worried about me. But she was. When I would call her on tour, she always listened. She would be concerned when I hadn’t slept enough and ask me if I was eating properly. She cared. When things were shit, I would call her, and she would be there to remind me someone thought I was worth caring about.

  “Emily,” I said, as I reached to unhook her bra. “I don’t give a fuck what Dean says. He doesn’t understand. You’re different for me. He’ll see that soon enough. Stop worrying about me, angel.”

  She relaxed some, at least until her bra fell forward and left her bare to me. I went down on my knees in front of her and slowly pulled down the panties she was wearing. They were the same pink satin ones from last night.

  “Kiro,” she said breathlessly.

  I grabbed one of her legs and picked it up and placed it over my shoulder. “Lean back on the bed,” I told her, as I kissed the inside of her thigh.

  “Oh, God!” she cried out.

  Smiling, I inhaled the sweet smell between her legs, and I throbbed in my jeans. It was like my damn cock knew I had reached the promised land. Sticking out my tongue, I slid it between her legs and tasted my angel.


  “Kiro,” she gasped, and her hands found my hair. “That’s . . . Kiro, oh, that feels so good.”

  Hearing her pleasure drove me wilder. I lapped at her, taking in the most delicious fucking treat in the world. She was pure. This was clean, untouched pussy, and it was mine. I would be the only one to have this. “My pussy,” I said, grabbing her thighs and holding them open wider so I could bury my face against her heat. “Mine.”

  “Oh, God, Kiro. I can’t keep standing up.” She panted as her leg that still touched the ground began to weaken.

  I reached up, grabbed her waist, and pushed her up and onto the bed. “Open those legs wide for me,” I demanded.

  She let them fall open, and I wanted to shout to the fucking world that this was mine. My angel. She wanted me. She was giving me something that she’d never given anyone. All of this was mine.

  I lowered my mouth and continued to slide my tongue along her folds. She tugged at my hair and cried out my name, and I kept on. I wanted more of this. Sticking my tongue inside her caused her to lift her hips off the bed and beg.

  My angel didn’t have to beg me. I licked the swollen clit and pulled it into my mouth and sucked. She burst into a million pieces underneath me as her body shuddered from her climax.

  The taste that came with her release had me wanting to keep on eating what was mine. But my dick was at the point of pain. I wanted to be connected to her. So fucking deep inside her that we were one. She’d never leave me.

  I moved over her and took her mouth. She didn’t mind that her taste was on my tongue. Her hands grabbed my arms and held me to her.

  “Make love to me, Kiro,” she said against my mouth.

  I’d never made love. I didn’t know how to fucking make love. But goddamn, I would do whatever she wanted if that meant I could get inside of her. So covered up with her that she was a part of me. Giving me that light that was only her.

  I jerked my shirt over my head, then shoved my jeans off. Coming back over her with nothing between us was incredible. Her soft skin caressed mine as I moved to press against her and let that feeling soak in. Consume me.

  “I’m clean. I was checked two weeks ago, and I haven’t slept with anyone since. I don’t want anything between us. I want to feel you.” I was begging, but I had gotten checked when I knew I was coming home and coming for her. No one else would do at that point. She was all I could think about. All I wanted. When the last girl had sucked me off and I’d cried out Emily’s name, I knew I was done.

  “I don’t take anything,” she said, staring up at me with wide eyes. She wanted me, too, but she was scared. Unsure.

  “I’ll pull out. Just let me inside for a little. Let me know what it feels like to have nothing between us.”

  She nodded and threaded her hands through my hair. “I want that, too.”

  God, I was in fucking heaven. Angels were real, and I had one. She was all mine.

  “It’ll hurt at first, but I swear to you, Emily, I’ll be gentle. I’ll make it good.”

  She smiled at me and raised her head to press a kiss to my lips. “I trust you.”

  Those words undid me.

  With every ounce of control in my body, I lowered myself over her and pressed the tip of my cock against her entrance. With one small push, I felt how tight and untouched she was. It rebelled against my probing. I pressed harder, sweat trickling down my back. I didn’t want to hurt her. I never wanted to hurt her. But fuuuuuck. There was nothing like this. Ever, in the world. Nothing compared to this.

  The barrier that confirmed her innocence stopped me, and I bent down and pressed a kiss to her lips. “I love you,” I whispered, three words I’d never spoken before in my life, before pressing inside the tightness that would join me to my angel.

  Emily cried out and whimpered as she clung to my arms. I held still, raining kisses all over her face, making promises that it would ease soon and I’d take care of her.

  My muscles ached from my fight to be still when I wanted nothing more than to plunge deeper inside her and move. I loved her. That was making love. But I needed to fuck her now. My body wanted to fuck her.

  She lifted her hips to meet mine, and I watched as she breathed out and arched against me. I began to move slowly. With each stroke, I went deeper into the tightest cunt I’d ever had. It was like she was clamped around me with a soft, wet vise, and I was sure if I died right now, it would be fine. I’d had the best there was in life. This was it. Nothing got better.

  “Does it still hurt?” I asked, wanting to move harder, faster.

  “No,” she said, panting. “It feels good.”

  I rocked my hips and buried myself as deep as I could go inside her. She met my thrust and cried out. It was the sexiest sound in the world.

  “You’re so fucking tight. God, angel, do you even know how much you’ve destroyed me?” I asked, as I began to fuck her.

  She lifted her knees to press against my hips, and I had to fight back the need to come. I couldn’t come inside her, and she wasn’t there yet. I wanted her pleasure before I took mine.

  Lowering my head, I kissed her ear. “I want to hear you come. I want to know what that sweet pussy feels like when you orgasm. Because this is my pussy now, Emily. My fucking pussy. I’ll be the one to make it feel good. I’ll kiss it whenever you want. I’ll be so good to my pussy,” I whispered, as I kissed her ear and pulled her earlobe into my mouth.

  “Oh, God, Kiro,” she panted. “Oh, God.”

  She was so close. I licked her neck, then licked under her chin. “Not just your pussy, that sweet taste, it’s all over your body. I want to eat you up. Can’t keep my mouth off you, Emily.”

  “Kiro, aaaaaah!” She screamed my name, and her orgasm shook her body. I trembled as I fought to follow her there. Jerking back my hips, I pulled out of her and cried out her name as my release covered her stomach.

  I hadn’t come inside her, but I’d marked her body. The desire to rub it in and keep my seed on her was strong. But she was innocent, and she wasn’t ready for that kind of dirty.

  Emily

  The warmth from the cloth startled me. I was tender there, and it quickly soothed the ache. Kiro was on his knees between my legs, gently cleaning me as if I could break if handled wrong. He was using such care that my eyes watered.

  I wanted to pull him to me and hold him. Each layer of the guy underneath the rock god that he showed to me melted my heart a little more. He wasn’t the same man I’d watched at that party six months ago. He was different now. He was different with me.

  When he was satisfied that I was cleaned up properly, he tossed the used cloth to the floor, and I made a mental note to dispose of it. There was blood and come on it, and I didn’t want a housecleaner having to deal with that.

  Kiro lay down beside me and pulled me against his side. He kissed the top of my head. “I love you, Emily. I shouldn’t have told you for the first time when I was about to sink inside of you, but I couldn’t keep it in. I’m so fucking in love with you it scares me. I’ve never been in love. I may suck at this. Right now, I just want to keep you attached to me at all times. The idea of another man looking at you makes me feel rage. This shit might make me crazy.”

  I slipped a hand over his chest and propped myself up to look down at him. “I think I’ve been in love with you for a while now. My weeks revolved around when you would call me. Hearing your voice always made everything else better. And you telling me you love me before you . . . well, you know.” I felt my cheeks burn. Talking about sex made me blush. Didn’t matter that I had done it. “That was special.”

  He reached up and cupped my face as he stared at me in awe. “You love me?”

  I nodded, wondering if this man realized just how lovable he was. The world loved him. No, that was wrong. The world didn’t know him. They thought they loved him, but the man underneath was so much more. They had no idea.

  “I want inside you again,” he said, sliding his other hand down between my legs. “
But you’re sore. I can kiss it. Make it better.”

  “I’m not that sore,” I told him, which was a lie, but I figured if it meant I got Kiro inside me again, I would do anything.

  I opened my eyes to see the sunrise coming through the windows. Kiro and I hadn’t left the room yesterday. We slept and then played all day long. After he had taken me in the shower, I didn’t remember much. I wondered if I had passed out. Reaching up, I felt the rat’s nest that my hair had become and cringed. I needed to get up and fix this. I was a mess.

  I eased slowly out of Kiro’s arms, tiptoed into the bathroom, and slipped back into the shower. I washed my hair, since that would be the only way to tame it after going to bed with it wet last night. Once I was finished, I dressed quickly and made my way downstairs.

  Kiro had hired me to manage the house. I wasn’t sure what all that entailed, but I was ready to start learning. He had mentioned that there was a cook when he told me about the job, and then three times yesterday, food had magically appeared outside our bedroom door. It wasn’t just any food, either. It was good stuff. Fancy stuff. I never saw anyone bring it, though.

  “Hi,” a little voice said when I came to the bottom of the stairs.

  I looked up to see Rush standing there in a pair of Batman pajamas. He was the cutest little boy I’d ever seen. But then, I’d never seen Kiro’s little boy. Would he be this adorable?

  “Good morning,” I replied, pushing thoughts of Kiro’s son to the side. We were going to have to talk about that. I needed to know more. I knew Kiro enough to know that if he had a son, he’d want to know him. So why didn’t he?

  “Come eat,” Rush announced. He motioned with his little hand for me to follow him before he turned and padded off back down the hallway.

  I followed him, walking down a path I hadn’t taken yet. But he seemed to know where he was going. How often did he visit? Dean was a good dad. That much was obvious. This kid loved his dad. I wanted that for Kiro, too.

  “Rush, where did you run off to?” an older lady called out, and Rush giggled and slid across the floor on his socks through the double doors.