by S. Silver
“I’m never going to leave you, Emily. And I’m sorry about my embellished advertisement. I really was a successful business man years ago. I used to work as a financial advisor for fifty percent of the ranchers in Lubbock. But that’s another story, sweetheart. I’ll tell you everything as long as you don’t leave me.” He buried his face in her breasts and then licked her nipples with his tongue.
Emily closed her eyes, absorbing all of his manly desires and trying hard not to let her worries about the future taint the present moment. She wrapped her hands around Dylan’s waist and pulled him close, but this time she gave him an extra, affirmative squeeze. For the first time in her life, she felt content, despite all of the uncertainties surrounding Dylan’s life. She knew that deep down he was a good man, and so she was willing to stand by and weather the storm.
Dylan looked in Emily’s eyes. In them he could see both a young child and a mature woman. He was intrigued with her essence, and he desired her with a passion that was unmatched with any woman that had come before her. He spread her legs wide and then caressed the sweet spot that graced his palm. She moaned, and then arched her back in ripe anticipation.
Dylan inserted his manhood deep inside Emily’s thirsty tunnel. She craved his thick, hard manhood and she knew that he could bring her to dimensions beyond her wildest dreams. He penetrated her with a strong and guided deliberation. She cried out with sweet, short noises and Dylan continued like this until the moon came out and cast its light across the bedroom floor.
He could see her body now, bathed in the moonlight, and it sent a pulsation of intense desire through his core. Dylan pleasured her until the sun rose, at which point he climaxed, in one long, heavy motion, and then collapsed with exhaustion on top of her silky body. Emily ran her hands down his back and sighed. It felt like this was what she had been waiting for all of her life.
When the rooster crowed outside, Dylan slid out of Emily’s room and silently checked in on the girls as they slept. Emily wrapped herself in a robe and then followed behind him, stopping to smile as she watched the two sisters sleeping peacefully in their beds. She wrapped her arms around Dylan’s waist and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I’m so happy you left England, Emily. You were meant to be with me.” He smiled and squeezed her hand.
“But Dylan. Remember- this is just a marriage of convenience.” Emily raised her eyebrows, reminding him that only a month earlier, he had expressed no intentions of ever letting love into the equation. He nodded his head and chuckled.
“I know, I know. Those really were my words. But Emily…” He pressed against her and then kissed her again on the lips. “How could I ever have predicted that you would have been so perfect for me? What were the odds of me actually falling in love with a perfect stranger?” He shook his head in disbelief.
Emily’s mind wandered for a moment. She thought back to the Lancashire Textile Company, to Finn Dillmore, and to the disastrous fire that changed her life. She thought about the odd snowfall that graced England in the middle of November, and the perfect afternoon spent at Griffin café drinking peppermint mochas and eating warm cinnamon rolls. She realized that nobody, not Leila, not Martha, not even herself, could have predicted what lied in store for the rest of her life.
She took one more look at Eisley and Anna, and then clutched Dylan’s hand in hers. He gave it a squeeze and then held it up to his face. He knew that he had finally found the peace that he wanted in his life. Even if his life was in shambles, at least he had one precious gem that couldn’t be snatched from under him. The two walked hand-in-hand down the hallway and stopped at the foot of the stairs.
As the sun rose over Lubbock, Dylan and Emily shared a good morning kiss, one filled with hope and wonder. They kissed as the rooster crowed, as the dogs barked, and even as Eisley and Anan made their way into the hall. Anna covered her moth wither hand when she saw them.
“Look, Eisley! Uncle Dylan and Miss Emily are kissing! They’re in love!” She grabbed her sister by the arm and they both stood in awe as Dylan and Emily expressed their love for the entire world to see.
“Yes, girls. We are definitely in love.” Dylan gave Emily’s hand another squeeze, and then the four of them glided down the steps and into the kitchen for breakfast. Just as she was about to let the dogs outside, Emily thought she heard Leila’s voice. She paused, wondering what her cousin was doing at that moment. Then she made a pot of coffee and smiled, hopeful that she’d see her soon.
WANTED, Sons of Silence
By: Emily Lovell
WANTED, Sons of Silence
©Emily Lovell, 2016 – All rights reserved
Published by Steamy Reads4U
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Warning
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Chapter 1
Ivy shifted the weight of her backpack on her shoulder as she stopped at the edge of the sidewalk. Reaching forward she pressed the button for the crosswalk and waited.
“Hey! Wait up!” Noelle came barreling down the sidewalk, her overstuffed backpack bouncing up and down as she ran. Ivy couldn’t help but giggle as Noelle’s ran clumsily in her high heeled boots, her long blonde hair whipping against her face.
“I’m waiting, I’m waiting!” Noelle slowed down and swiped at the strands of hair that stuck to her lips.
“Jesus! God, I think I’m dying.” Noelle came to a stop and leaning over, she grabbed her knees and attempted to catch her breath.
“You didn’t have to run, I would have waited.” Ivy continued laughing.
“Yeah,” Noelle gasped, “but I didn’t want to miss the crosswalk thingy.”
“You mean the light?” Ivy asked. Noelle nodded her head breathlessly as she stood up.
“Yeah, that’s the word.” Noelle gripped her sides with her hands. “Man, I’m out of shape!”
“I think trying to run in stiletto boots has something to do with it.” The crosswalk light changed and the girls began to cross the street.
“They are not stilettos! They’re just heels. But yeah, I think…” Before Noelle could finish her sentence a pack of motorcycles came roaring through the sidewalk, barely missing the girls.
“Noelle!” Ivy pulled Noelle back to the centerline of the road to stop her from getting hit by one of the bikes. Noelle looked at her with wide eyes and an open mouth as the formation of bikes flew past noisily.
“They must have ran that red light! What the hell? They nearly killed us!” The girls continued crossing the street.
“They shouldn’t be allowed to ride near campus, they’re always so dangerous. At least twice a week they fly through this crosswalk, although I’ve never seen them almost run someone over before.” Noelle rolled her eyes.
“Must be our lucky day…” As the two reached the sidewalk on the other side of the street, Ivy stopped to sweep her long brown hair up in to a ponytail.
“At least we didn’t get hit, my parents would freak.” Noelle laughed.
“I’m pretty sure my parents wouldn’t be too hap
py if I got hit by a motorcycle either…” Ivy joined her in laughter.
“You’ve got a point there.” Pulling her ponytail tightly, Ivy began walking again. “Are you working tonight?” Noelle shook her head.
“Nah, I have a physics final tomorrow so I have to get home and hit the books. I’m not convinced I’m going to pass the class, let alone the final, but at least if I try to study then my parents can’t be too mad.” Ivy sighed.
“I hated physics, I ended up dropping out after the first two weeks. It’s too much math and formulas for me.” Noelle’s eyes widened as she jerked her head forward.
“Right?! It’s required for my major though so I have to take it and I have to pass which means if I don’t make it this time through, I’ll have to take it again next semester.” Ivy scrunched up her nose.
“I’m sorry, that really blows.” Noelle shrugged as they came to a stop outside Ivy’s dorm.
“I take it you’re working tonight?” Ivy nodded.
“Yeah, I don’t have any finals tomorrow and I could use the cash anyway. I sorta hoped that you’d be on shift too though, finals week is always awful for the drunk college boys.” Noelle leaned over and pulled Ivy in to a tight hug, stroking her back for effect.
“There, there, you can handle a drunk college boy or two…at least that’s what I’ve heard.” Noelle pulled out of the hug with a smirk and Ivy slapped her arm playfully.
“Liar!” Noelle looked surprised.
“Have you forgotten JaimieVanderbeck at the beginning of the semester?” Ivy frowned as she remembered the skinny fraternity boy who had drunkenly seduced her to accompany him home.
“No,” Ivy lied, “I don’t and anyway, let’s not get started on telling stories about our conquests because I’m pretty sure you’d come out looking worse than me!” Ivy laughed and Noelle pouted before bursting in to laughter,
“True, true. Anyway, I’m headed home to start studying, if I take a break later I might drop in to work for some wings or something?” Ivy nodded.
“Deal! Good luck!” Ivy turned and walked in to the dorm.
Ivy had spent all three years of her college career living in the dorms, but Noelle hadn’t been so lucky. During her freshman year in the dorms she had been busted for underage drinking and since then, her parents had insisted that she live at home. Ivy didn’t think that she would particularly mind the hot meals and free laundry that came with living at home, but the interference of her parents was something she could live without.
Since Ivy was born her parents had treated her as though she was breakable. Not in the precautious first-time-parent way that might be endearing, but in the overprotective neurotic way that gave Ivy a rather warped view on what it meant to be loved. Had they been able, Ivy was quite convinced that her parents would have wrapped her in bubble wrap and led her around on a leash. She was an only child and they were the type of parents who never could and never would cut the umbilical cord.
“Hey!” Ivy threw her backpack on the floor beside her built-in desk as she greeted her roommate who was stretched out on her own bed. “Can’t stop, I have to pee really bad and then I’m off to work!” Her roommate waved a hand and went back to reading the oversized hardback textbook that she had balanced on her lap.
“Hi, bye!” Felicity said as Ivy ran back out of the door and down to the communal bathroom. Moments later as Ivy sat in a stall in the bathroom she heard someone else come in. “Hey?” Felicity’s familiar voice came through the stall door. “Are you working late tonight? Cause my boyfriend wants to come over and…well, you know…” Ivy laughed.
“Yeah, I’ll be there until close so you guys can have the room. I’ll be back about 12:30 or 1.”
“Great! Thanks!” Felicity turned to leave.
“Just do me a favor and stick something on the door handle when you’re…umm…busy so I know if it’s safe to come in when I get back.” Felicity’s nervous laughter echoed around the bathroom tiles.
“Sure, no problem.”
Felicity had been a quiet, shy girl when she and Ivy had been paired as roommates during their freshman year. As the years passed however, the shy eighteen year old had discovered the joys of sex and Ivy had watched her transform. There had been a few disagreements, mostly stemming from Ivy’s walking in on Felicity and her first boyfriend more than once, but since then things had been settled with a few simple rules. Ivy hadn’t been as eager to explore her sexual awakening. Sure, she imagined what it would be like when she found the perfect guy, but she wasn’t entirely sure that she had yet. Felicity had tried to convince her to ‘jump in’ as it were, to get the first time over with so that she could enjoy the ‘best days of her life,’ but Ivy still approached the topic of sex with some trepidation.
Chapter 2
The restaurant was already packed, something that wasn’t unusual for five o’clock in the college town. Everyone wanted their early dinner special and plenty of them wanted to take advantage of their 2-for-1 beer specials until 6pm. Heading in to the back, Ivy clocked in.
“Hey girl!” LaTisha flashed her a smile as she walked past in her short orange shorts.
“Hey!” Ivy tugged on her tight white shirt, making sure that her plump breasts looked presentable. Tugging down on the bottoms of her short orange shorts she made her way to the bar to check in.
Ivy had never imagined that she’d end up working at a restaurant like this, one that exploited women by making them dress in tight fitting clothes showing off their breasts and barely covering their asses. She had imagined that she would work on-campus at the bookstore or maybe the sandwich shop, but when she found out just how little those jobs paid she had had to think outside the box. Of course, her parents still believed that she was working in the campus bookstore. For the past two years she had let them believe the lie, not willing to risk her freedom to tell them that she was working at “Busties.”
“Hey doll, I’ve put you on section three tonight, I hope that’s okay?” Ivy hated working section three because it covered the back section of the restaurant where the pool table stood and where most of the drunks convened.
“Don’t you have anything else?” Ivy pleaded with LaTisha.
“Sorry hon, Sierra got in early and she took your section so all we have is section three.” Latisha gave her a look of apology as one of the other waitresses handed her a check.
“Table six,” The waitress said. LaTisha took the credit card and the check and ran them through the computer. Ivy took a steadying breath as she turned around to face section three.
The back section of the restaurant was always dark and dingy and all of the tables had a permanent film of sticky beer over them. More than once waitresses had quit over having to work the more questionable customers back there, the ones who took the short uniforms as free license to play grab-ass. Fortunately for Ivy no one had tried those games with her yet, but she dreaded the day that they did and LaTisha had promised her that the day would come.
Most of the tables in section three were already well stocked with food and drink, just leaving two for Ivy to tackle immediately.
“Hi guys, I’m Ivy, I’ll be your server tonight. Is there anything I can get to start you off?” The group of six younger students continued to talk over Ivy as she gave her spiel. Ivy stood at the side of their table impatiently. “Hello?” Again, the kids ignored her as they continued talking noisily. “Fine.” Ivy turned around to head to the second of the two waiting tables and as she did one of the college boys grabbed her wrist.
“Hey! Where do you think you’re going? We’ve been waiting five minutes to get someone to take our order!” The guy had obviously been drinking, Ivy could tell as he slurred his words together. She tried to pull back her wrist from his grasp. When she realized that the boys grasp was too tight to pull out of, she grimaced.
“Let go! You’re hurting me!” The boy sneered at her and turned back to see if his friends were watching as he put their waitress in her place.
“Let her go.” The college boy faces turned to face the owner of the two large hands on the table. “NOW!” The voice boomed. Ivy felt her wrist come free and with her other hand she rubbed it gently. “Now,” the gravelly voice said, “you’re going to leave and you’re not going to come back in here again.” The boys all looked at each other in protest but when the large hands slammed down on the table once again, they all jumped up nodding.
“I never liked it here anyway!” One of the boys protested as he rushed towards the front door.
“Yeah, the beer is always skunky!” Another added.
“And the wings suck!” Another added.
Ivy turned back to thank the man who had chased the boys away, but when she looked up he had returned back to a game of pool. She tried to catch his attention without interrupting his game, but when he didn’t see, she walked over to him. The man was dressed in a pair of dirty ripped jeans and his oil stained white t-shirt was covered by a black leather vest. When Ivy walked over, he and his friends all stopped talking and stared at her expectantly.
“I…umm…just wanted to say thank you.” She paused. “For your help.” The man nodded.
“Hey Luther, looks like you’ve got a fan!” One of the man’s buddy’s said loudly. Three more of the guys in the group started to laugh and Ivy began to feel just as uncomfortable as she had with the college boys.