But Emma seems so delicate, so pure. She’s genuinely excited by me, not faking it for fun, not telling me she’ll do anything not to get fired, not playing fucking mind games. She’s just in too deep, too excited and turned on to think straight.
And I need more from her.
I need everything she can give me.
First, I want her to come on my lips, my name springing from hers.
Dropping the shreds of her ruined panties, I plunge my face into her sweet, hot, wet little pussy, desperate to taste her wholly, without the barriers between us.
She cries out as my tongue finds her clit and turns rough circles around it. My hands slip under her thighs and find her perfect, pillowy breasts. They’re so much larger than that stupid bra led me to believe. She’s easily a D cup, but that stupid thing bound her up to look like a B cup at most.
Not that size is all that important. They’re beautiful, pink-tipped tits that clearly pleasure her very much. Which I love. My fingers roll her nipples gently, bringing them to stiff peaks as she whimpers her pleasure and excitement. Her body is shivering as my tongue demands a response from her clit.
With her legs over my shoulders, I feel her body tense up as I put too much pressure on her clit. Good. I want to make her squirm.
“Kieran…” My name leaves her lips like a prayer, and I dip my tongue inside her. She’s so god damned tight. So sweet, so perfect. Every bit of her is wet, silky, responsive. Her belly twitches as I run my tongue from her entrance to circle her clit again.
Her fingers find my head, my hair, and she holds onto me like the Earth might swallow her up if she lets go. Then, her hands drop to her pussy, and she spreads her lips for me. My cock surges so hard I feel beads of moisture building up. There’s something so sexy about her hands on herself, parting her for me, allowing me deeper into her inviting depths.
My tongue attacks her clit as my fingers tug her nipples and release them. She’s perfect, an instrument tuned perfectly to my fingers and tongue.
And as I suck her clit gently between my lips and tickle the tip of it with my tongue, I feel her muscles bunching up, gathering like she’s a spring about to burst. Her panting breaths become little whimpers and moans of pure pleasure and excitement. Under my wrists, I feel her heart pounding at her ribs.
She’s there, teetering on the edge of oblivion.
With a quick change of pace, I bear down on her, needing to taste her orgasm. And she explodes, her whole body shuddering as she lets out a long moan of pleasure. A flood of sweet moisture coats my chin and I enjoy how warm she is, how sweet. There’s an edge to her sweetness, a tart flavor that’s uniquely hers. It’s perfect, and I’m so fucking hard I feel like I’m about to burst. Never has giving pleasure been so pleasurable to me.
As her jolts become fewer, I feel her relaxing into the blanket, melting into a puddle of contentment and joy. With one last kiss on her still-pulsing clit, I enjoy how she whimpers and struggles. Of course she’d be too sensitive to touch. That’s part of the fun of kissing her again.
As I lift up over her, she looks up at me, a tired smile on her lips. I unbutton my shirt with quick fingers while she watches me, a sudden shyness in her eyes. My pants follow my shirt, and I lower my weight on her. Her arms come up and her hands grip my shoulders. The shyness in her eyes bothers me, until I realize what she’s doing.
She pulls my head down and her lips meet mine. I kiss her back as her tongue slips out to trace my lips. She’s tasting herself. The thought of it makes me groan in pleasure.
My cock pulses and I adjust the tip of it against her. Her hips tilt, welcoming me as I slide in just a bit. She’s warm, wet, impossibly tight, and I see something like fear in her eyes. But I’m too far gone to ponder why she might be afraid. I’m big, but she’s soaking wet. Her body is ready for me.
With my lips on hers, I kiss her hard.
As I slide home, I feel the resistance of her body and something nags at me. But I push, gently, loving how her body widens just enough to accommodate me. Her heart pounds against mine as her arms come around my shoulders as she holds me tight.
She feels like a dream, wet and hot, tight perfection. But when she leaves my kiss to talk to me, I swear I’ve died and gone to heaven.
“Your cock feels amazing,” she mumbles, planting another little kiss on my lips. As if my cock knows, it pulses inside her and she lets out a little yelp of pleasure and shock.
“You taste so good,” I tell her, needing her to know how close I got while just licking her pussy. Impossibly close, actually. And now, struggling to push home in her, I’m closer and closer with every passing second.
“It’s so much,” she moans, her eyes closing as I push deeper. Her face twists in pain, then relaxes as I ease off a bit. She’s soaking wet and I push again. Her body opens enough to allow me to sink fully home. Her eyes open again, and she looks up at me, shock and that shyness building up again.
“Thank you,” she whispers, her tongue following the curve of my lower lip.
“Don’t thank me yet,” I tell her, needing to stop a moment so I don’t lose it. I’ve got more control than this. This sweet woman’s pussy isn’t going to destroy me.
I pull back, needing a better angle. “On your knees,” I tell her. She obeys, her perfect ass in the air as she stretches her arms before her in a position of total surrender. When she looks back over her shoulder, I’m lost.
With her perfect ass in my hands, I push into her pussy, feeling the tightness ease a bit as I push all the way to the hilt. She yelps, the sound all pleasure with an edge of shock.
“Play with your clit,” I tell her, needing her to enjoy this as much as I am.
I feel her fingers as she does as I told her. Her motions are quick, desperate, and I know she’s already on the edge, teetering once more.
And I begin a punishing pace, one that’s designed to put the perfect amount of pressure on her g-spot. She’s crying out, mewing with pleasure, her mind gone as she listens to her body. It’s beautiful, watching her glance back at me as if assuring herself this is really happening.
This is what I needed. This. Her, wild and free, at the mercy of her body and my cock. She tosses her head back, still mewing with every thrust of my cock into her tight little pussy. She feels like a dream, hot, wet, silky, perfect.
And as I feel her body begin to clench, I know that her orgasm is going to drive me over the edge. I’m going to come with her.
She’s going to give me something new, something I’ve never enjoyed before, a tandem orgasm.
She lets out a little shout as her body gives and her pussy pulses. Every clench of her pussy milks my cock, and I feel the warmth spread through my balls before exploding through me and into her, like I’m transferring the very sense of my being into her.
And her body pulls it, begs more, squeezing me like she’s desperate for every last drop. Now, and only now, do I think about the lack of protection. I broke my main rule, never without a condom.
The pleasure of the moment is ripped away and I pull back, out of her, my cock sill dripping beads of come.
“What’s wrong?” She’s looking back at me, no doubt reading my absolute horror as something to do with her.
“Please tell me you’re on the pill and clean,” I say, suddenly angry with myself. I’m a fucking idiot. I don’t know this girl. She could be a walking VD for all I know. And what if I knock her up?
Shit.
The look of hurt on her face is like a strike in the face. “I’m on the pill.”
“Clean?” I ask, hating this. But I need to know.
And she pulls away, retracts in every way possible, physically, mentally, emotionally. “Yeah,” she mutters quietly as if to herself.
“When were you tested last?” I ask, needing to know, really know, not just hear the words.
She looks at me, anger sparkling in her eyes. “Never,” she says, and my heart sinks to my toes.
“Then how… do you know?�
�� I ask, but I know the answer. She was so tight. So very, painfully tight…
Oh Shit.
I reach out to touch her, but she shrugs me off.
“Don’t.” her voice is cold. “Just go.”
Fuck.
I get dressed, watching her as she stares up at the stars, her face unreadable. Without a word, I get up and make my way to my truck. I’m not going to apologize. I regret nothing. I didn’t know she was a virgin. Sure, I screwed up and didn’t use a condom, but she’s on the pill. No harm, no foul.
So why doesn’t it feel right to be walking away like this?
Chapter 22
Emma
As he drives off, I begin to gather up my clothes. But instead of putting them on, I hold them in a fist and gather the blanket around myself. Everything was so amazing. Right up until he asked if I was on the pill. That was responsible of him. That was smart. But pushing me about being clean?
That hurt.
That hurt a lot.
Fuck him.
Still, even with him gone, I wish I could feel his lips on mine again. Sure, he’s a dick. A total jerk. But damn if sleeping with him wasn’t exhilarating.
I’ve got to put him out of my head.
I’ve got to move on.
Forward and up.
* * *
The early morning sun washes away most of the anger. An idea pushes the rest out of mind. Sure, I slept with Kieran Knight. But that doesn’t define me. I’m still Emma Astor, tough as nails, like daddy raised me. That’s how I define myself.
And I’ve had a great idea – while Kieran can’t buy my ranch, maybe he’ll be happy investing in me instead. After all, he’s seen Olivia open up and blossom after a handful of riding lessons.
With a stretch and yawn, I get out of bed. There’s an odd soreness deep between my hips, and a smile teases my lips even as my cheeks sting. I don’t feel different. Not really. It’s odd how much emphasis is put on virginity when, once it’s gone, it’s hardly missed.
The smile curves my lips as I head down to the kitchen. I’m hungry, and I’m going to have breakfast.
A glance out the window is enough to make the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. There’s a glare, like the sun reflecting off metal out there. Not up by the house, no, down by a turn in the driveway.
But who the hell would be here?
Dressing quickly, I pull my shoes on on the porch and begin to walk down the drive. But as I approach the vehicle, a car with darkly tinted windows that stops me from seeing who’s at the wheel, pulls out and spits gravel as it backs down the drive.
I break into a run, needing to know who’s messing with me, spying on me.
But I’m pretty sure I know.
I can only imagine one person has something to gain from spying on me.
Kieran.
I watch the car turn around quickly and tear out of the drive so quickly the tires spin and kick up enough dust to choke an elephant. With a growing sense of dread, I stop and stare after them, committing the license plate to memory.
Why would Kieran come sit in my driveway in a car I don’t recognize?
My paranoia crumbles as I ask logical questions. If he wanted to spy on me; why not stay after we’d had sex? Why not just walk up to my house and ask to talk to me? He has access to me, to my life, my things, my home, my heart.
Why hide in the shadows? It’s doesn’t make sense.
Still, some unsettling sense in me warns of danger. And not the particular brand of danger Kieran exudes. This is different. It’s not a sense of danger of being double crossed. It’s unknown. Which is more terrifying by tenfold.
Uneasy, I make my way back to the house, carefully chanting the plate number every step of the way. In the kitchen – and still chanting – I pick up a pen and jot the info down on a grocery list pad. It feels odd, writing things down.
And I remember that my phone is up the stairs on my nightstand next to my bed. If something bad had happened, I’d be without even a way to call for help.
As the hairs on my arms stand on end, I take a few deep breaths as the reality of how odd the situation was hits me. It’s scary, really. But what can I do? Should I call the police and say someone was sitting in my driveway for a few minutes before turning around and leaving? Sure, they were trespassing, but I’m going to sound totally crazy if I call the cops and press charges on nothing more than a gut feeling. Right?
I sink into a chair at the table, feeling so very unsure and sick to my stomach. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be.
A quick glance over the door assures me dad’s shotgun is still there. And I bet it’s still loaded. With quick steps, I pull a chair over and grab it from its place. I can’t reach it without a chair. So I put it behind the door, instead.
While part of me is sure I’m overreacting, part of me feels good that I’m taking steps to feel safer. I doubt anything will come to pass; but if it does, I’ll be ready.
* * *
My heart pounds as the time for Kieran and Olivia to come over draws closer. The thought of seeing him again after last night is enough to make me dizzy.
When I finally hear the truck on the drive, I give Jenny a final brush out and a kiss on the nose. “I gotta go, little lady,” I tell her as she tosses her head. Her colt does the same, mimicking his momma in a way that makes my heart warm.
I leave them and head toward the truck. Olivia charges me like a bullet, throwing her arms around me in a hug that stills my heart. I hug her back, shocked at how this little girl has dug her way into my heart.
“Hi, hon,” I say, and she beams up at me.
“I’m going to go get started!” She says, and I stop her. While she looks up at me expectantly, I can’t help but notice how bright her eyes are.
“Can you do me a huge favor?” I ask, and she nods, her face shining in joy. “Can you put a lead on Jenny and take her to the empty pasture I let her play in?”
With an important look on her face, Olivia nods, then rushes off. I look after her, my heart thundering as I hear the driver’s side door slam. Part of me wants to turn and face him, but part of me is scared to.
I turn and face him. His crystalline blue eyes meet mine, narrowed and dark with desire. And the kick of my heart speeds up. With a sure, swinging stride, he makes his way to me and stops before me. We stare at each other, no words spoken, and I wonder if it’s going to be weird.
His hand comes up to cup my cheek, then his lips are on mine and my heart stands still in my chest.
But I push back, the hurt of the night before not forgotten. It’s a boost to my ego to know he’s still feeling something, that he’s not going ice king on me, but I haven’t forgiven him for his stupid handling of the situation.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, and I smile. It’s a start.
Chapter 23
Kieran
Fuck.
I’d planned to keep my distance. I’d planned to pretend nothing ever happened between us last night.
But she’d been standing there, her green eyes sparkling with joy and mischief, a little curve to her lips, her long hair toying with the wind as she watched me with a silent challenge in her eyes.
She’s fucking beautiful. Inside and out. I’d hurt her last night, yet here she is, whole and happy with a sweet smile on her face. She’d hugged Olivia back, had given her a task that made Olivia light up with a self-importance that caught my breath. I see my daughter blossoming before me, and I’d worked so hard for that. Yet Emma does it without even seeming to try.
Emma looks past me, down the driveway, a look of worry in her eyes that makes me look over my shoulder to find what she’s looking at, but I see nothing. Still, the concern in her eyes leaves my heart sinking. I missed something. Something major.
Fuck; I didn’t bring trouble to her doorstep, did I?
Uneasy, I meet her gaze and find she’s carefully hidden away her worry.
“I have a deal for you,” she says, her eyes sparkl
ing as we turn and work our way toward the barn. Instantly, the thought of talking a deal with her leads me back to last night and my cock pulses painfully.
But I say nothing as we fall into step.
“I’m not going to sell,” she says, looking over at me with more than a hint of amusement in her eyes. “But I wanted to ask you to invest.”
“No.” She doesn’t get it. I’m going to have her ranch, one way or another. Even if it means being the worst kind of bastard.
You’re too weak. Dad’s whisper in the back of my mind sends me into total shut down mode and steels my resolve. I’ve proved I’ll do anything to make sure Olivia and I have a future. A safe, lush future. She’ll grow up happy, never wanting for anything. She’ll have everything I never did, money, love, everything she could ever ask for.
And that, to me, is worth potentially hurting Emma. Because Emma is sweet, she’s amazing, but she’s not family. She’s not my blood. She’s not someone I’d die to protect. Olivia is. Sometimes you have to step on a few people to get out of the pit. And I’ll do anything to keep Olivia out of the pit.
Emma stares up at me, finally seeming a bit unsure. “You don’t even want to hear my thoughts?” she asks, a sharp edge to her voice not hiding the underling hurt.
And I think quickly. “Emma, after last night, the last thing I’m thinking about is your ranch.” The words are smooth as silk, and I see her eyes widen a bit, before a critical light within her begins to shine.
“Okay,” she says simply as we walk up on the barn and step in. Inside, Olivia is mucking out Dreamer’s stall, her face all concentration. She looks up, smiling at Emma.
“I let Jenny out. Her foal was right behind her the whole way.” Olivia seems proud of herself, and Emma thanks her. The exchange makes me pause. Emma is so good with Olivia. I’m making the right choice here. Even if it all ends badly, Olivia will get more good than bad out of it all. I’m sure of it.
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