Revelation: A Contemporary Erotic Romance (Iris Series)

by Lynn, Rebecca

  “I’m gonna fuck you on this counter here and watch it all in the mirror,” he said setting her down on the counter and undoing his pants all while claiming her mouth in a feverish kiss. “Don’t scream. I don’t want Mo charging in here and shootin’ me. God, you should see this,” he moaned looking over her head into the vanity mirror over the counter. He held her so she just hung off the edge. “Your hair spilling down your back,” he began then pushed inside her all the way to the hilt. She hissed through clenched teeth and leaned back on her hands, using them to help pull him in deeper.

  Don’t say his name, Emily.

  “Fuck, you feel incredible, Em. Do you know that?” he breathed, holding her hips while he moved in and out. “That’s it. Use those killer legs of yours and grind into me. Come on,” he growled.

  She let out a low but quiet breath of air. He was the one who felt incredible. Every inch of him. “Go faster. Go faster.”

  He let out a groan. “You need to see this,” he said as he pulled out of her, put her on her high heeled feet and turned her to face the mirror. “Watch. I want you to watch your eyes cloud over when you come. It’s gorgeous.”

  He lifted her dress up to uncover her ass then lifted her slightly so she was leaning on the deep counter with his right arm under her hips to protect her from the edge. He bent his legs so he could reach her opening then thrust up into her forcing her upward.

  She let out a keening sound.

  Don’t say his name!

  “Shhh,” he laughed through gritted teeth. She reached her legs back behind her and grabbed at his ass with her feet, urging him to go faster. “So greedy,” he chuckled, but he obliged her, picking up the pace.

  Her head dropped forward. She held herself up on her forearms and whimpered. It felt too good, her body overcome with chills and shivers, her arousal speeding forward to its natural culmination.

  He gripped her hair and gently pulled her head back so she was looking in the mirror. “Watch, Em,” he whispered. “Watch what I do to you. What you do to me.” He moved his left arm up between her breasts and anchored his hand on her right shoulder allowing him to move harder and faster, pushing her body down onto him while he fucked her.

  She could feel a scream building and turned her face to stop it from erupting by latching onto his wrist with her teeth and sucking. He fell onto her back, pushing into her over and over, rubbing her clit against the arm bracing her hips. Groaning quietly in her ear, he whispered, “Watch.”

  Just as their eyes met in the mirror, a sexy smile broke out onto his lips. They formed the words ‘Come with me, Em.’

  Don’t say his na…

  “Mike,” she gasped.

  She came, watching him as they both exploded apart, all while he whispered her name, caressing her ear with it.

  They were sweating underneath their clothes and completely sealed together at the middle of their bodies, enjoying the final pulses before taking a final cleansing and contented breath.

  Before he pulled out, he made eye contact with her in the mirror and gave her a look.

  “I’m sleeping over tonight. You have about six hours to get used to the idea.” And with that he pulled out and helped her to the floor, grabbed a paper towel to wipe them down then pulled his pants back up.

  She straightened her dress then turned around. “I told you last night I don’t think it’s wise—”

  “I know what you said and that’s why I’m giving you six hours to get used to it.” He took her face in his hands and kissed the tip of her nose then gave her a sweet kiss on her mouth. “I gotta go. The guys are waiting for me to kick their asses in b-ball.” He walked toward the door then turned his lethal smile on her. “Call ya in a coupla hours, babe.” Then he was gone.

  ……

  I don’t wanna like him. I DON’T wanna like him.

  She continued the mantra as she stepped into her apartment after leaving him from their late morning workout session in the girls’ restroom. She needed a distraction, so while she grabbed some chips and hummus, she called Tiffany to find out what happened the night before.

  The call went to voicemail.

  “Hey, it’s Em. I saw Drew this morning. He said you weren’t feeling well last night and canceled.” She hesitated then continued. “Just callin’ to see if you’re okay. Call me when you get a chance. Later.”

  After she hung up, she finished eating, cleaned up the apartment a bit even though she was trying to convince herself she wouldn’t be having a sleepover, and then she went to the studio to pummel on some folks. Her ex may have been a dick but he was right in one respect. Pummeling on people in Krav Maga did make her feel better.

  By the time she got home and showered, she wanted to do nothing but relax on the sofa, so she cued up her DVR to catch up on some of the weeks’ recordings of The Daily Show and The Colbert Report, her two main sources of news.

  After three shows, she heard her phone ring and looked to see Tiffany’s name on the screen.

  “Hey!” she said as she answered.

  “Don’t yell at me, okay?”

  She chuckled. “What happened?”

  “I totally chickened out. I just couldn’t do it. I mean, what was I gonna talk about? The man terrifies me! He’s so frickin’ gorgeous, I can’t think straight when I’m around him! And then I started thinking, and don’t laugh at me for this, but what if, I don’t know, he kissed me or something? That’s presumptuous sounding, I know, but then my mind went to sex. And I have these stupid piercings which made me that much more nervous –”

  “Tiff, why don’t you just get the piercings removed if you hate them so much?”

  “I just haven’t gotten around to it yet. And I have to admit, God I can’t believe I’m saying this, but when I think of him and I get so turned on, the piercings, they kind of – oh, God, never mind.”

  “Tiff, relax. You’re getting yourself all in a tizzy about nothing. Just relax.”

  Tiffany took a deep breath and let it out in a whoosh. “I’m afraid he’d think less of me because of the piercings. Am I being totally stupid about this?”

  “I wouldn’t say stupid. But first of all, I don’t think he’d be turned off by them. He’ll probably think they’re hot. But you should choose what you want to do for you, not him or any other guy. If you don’t want them, then just remove them. Secondly, it’s not stupid to feel nervous. You’re trying to get over a total dickwad of a husband. That’s gonna take some time. If you’re not ready –”

  “It’s not that I’m not ready. I’m just afraid I’m gonna make a complete idiot out of myself with him. You see how I am. I can’t shut my frickin’ mouth, words just spill out.”

  “Maybe you should let him shut it for you,” she said dryly. “If you babble enough in front of him, he’ll have to kiss you to keep you quiet.”

  Tiffany let out a laughing sigh.

  “So what are you gonna do?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Why don’t you text him and tell him you’re feeling better?” Emily suggested.

  “No way. That would be too forward,” Tiffany mumbled.

  “Tiff, it’s 2013. He asked you out first. You canceled. The ball’s in your court now, sweetie.”

  “Ugh,” she groaned. “I need to think about it. He might not even want to go out with me.”

  “He asked you out, Tiff! Of course he wants to go out with you. He seemed genuinely disappointed this morning.”

  “He did? What did he say?”

  Emily relayed the short conversation, then Tiffany sighed. “I need to think about it,” she repeated. “Thanks for listening, Em.”

  “Any time, hon. Keep me posted.”

  “Yup. Talk to you later.”

  After they disconnected, a text came in not two minutes later.

  MC: When I get naked in the bathroom, the shower usually gets turned on.

  Emily sat there and groaned at the bad joke.

  EW: Dork.

  That seemed
to be her standard comeback with him.

  MC: I was going to tell a penis joke, but it’s too hard.

  She laughed again, shaking her head at his juvenile humor.

  EW: Is this ur sick twisted way of making a booty call?

  MC: No. If I wanted to fuck, I’d just say it. I’m direct like that.

  What? He didn’t want to?

  EW: So, if it’s not a booty call, then what is it?

  MC: At the moment, I just wanted to say hello.

  EW: Oh, is that what u were doing? I thought u were plying me w/ really bad jokes.

  MC: U laughed. Admit it, GC.

  EW: U said u wanted to say hello. So. Hello, Detective.

  MC: Hi Counselor. I also wanted to tell u something.

  EW: Yeah?

  MC: Put on something nice. I’m taking u out for dinner and dancing.

  EW: Ah. Now we’ve reached the booty call.

  MC: If it turns into one then that’s all the better. Let’s go out to dinner then see where the evening takes us. Which is back to ur place, btw. B/c, u know, I’m sleeping over. I don’t have to work tomorrow.

  Her stomach fluttered and she tried to tamp down the excitement.

  EW: This sounds like a date.

  MC: Well, duh. I’ll pick u up in an hour. And feel free to surprise me w/ ur lack of undergarments again. Those things r totally overrated if u ask me.

  She giggled. She couldn’t believe what a giddy nerd he was turning her into. Ridiculous.

  EW: I DIDN’T ask u, Detective.

  MC: I do love our banter, Counselor. One hour.

  She tossed the phone down and ran to the bedroom to get ready.

  ……

  Her intercom buzzer went off and she calmly walked over to it. That was the name of the game tonight, she needed to stay calm. And in control.

  “Hello?” she said.

  “It’s me, gorgeous.”

  She buzzed him in and waited for him to arrive. A minute or two later when she heard him at her door, she went to open it and stepped back to let him in.

  She didn’t know where to look first. Her eyes gobbled him up. He was in dark slim cut jeans with a fitted dress t-shirt in gray, finishing off the look with a textured black blazer. When she got to his feet, she saw expensive black shoes, not his requisite combat boots. He was simply dressed, but boy, did he look good.

  “Wow,” he breathed. “Stand right there so I can look at you.” He came in and closed the door, dropping his overnight bag on the floor. Then he slowly pulled her hands out to the side and stalked around her to inspect every inch of her.

  His hand took a sensual stroll around her shoulders which were bare due to the spaghetti straps of her sparkly black mini dress that ended just above her knees, hugging every curve along the way. He let his fingers sift through her hair when he got to her back, touching the soft waves. When he got back to the front he looked into her eyes which she’d darkened to a smoky and sultry look. The high strappy silver heels on her feet even made her legs look long and they looked great when she put on the flowy light jacket edged in metallic fabrics. Her wrist bangles and big silver hoop earrings finished off the look.

  His gaze was making her hot and she stood there quietly while he finished his inspection.

  “I’m seriously wishing I didn’t make that reservation at the moment. But the anticipation of what you’re wearing under this ensemble will just make the night that much sweeter.”

  He wrapped his arms completely around her and lifted her slightly off the floor, pressing himself into her. His signature hug with her.

  “Mmm,” he murmured. “I love the feel of your tight and curvy body against mine, Em,” he purred in her ear. “It makes me wanna do all kinds of things to you.”

  She coyly pulled herself out of his arms and looked up at him through her lashes. “Not yet, Detective. You promised me dinner and dancing.”

  He smirked and kissed her on the nose. “Maybe if I’m lucky, there’ll be a bad guy you can beat up wearing this outfit. That would just about make the night complete,” he joked, then took her hand and led her out the door.

  While in the cab, she asked him where they were going, but he refused to tell her.

  “You’ll like it, I promise.”

  They were quiet on the ride and then they pulled up outside of a swanky Asian restaurant. Met at the door by a greeter, Mike gave them his name and they were taken to a quiet table in an intimate corner of the back.

  “This is nice,” she said.

  “You said you liked Chinese and Italian, and since we had Italian the other night,” he shrugged.

  Once they were settled with drinks and had ordered, they were left alone. Mike reached across the small table and took her hand to play with her fingers.

  “I thought the training went well today. How did you think it went?” he asked.

  “Good. I can’t wait to see how it goes once the students are plugged into the mix. It’s been so long in the planning stages that I can’t wait for it to finally reach the implementation stage to see how it really works.”

  “It’s gonna be great.”

  She sighed, “Thanks.” Why do you have to be so nice? “Tiffany made a joke the other day about a program for girls. I’ve been thinking about it ever since she mentioned it. You know, to start teaching girls how to protect themselves while they’re young, not only physically, but mentally too. Teaching them self-esteem and things of that nature would be so good for them at that age.” She could only imagine how Taylor’s life would’ve been different and hers too, if they had a program like the one she envisioned.

  “Your wheels are turning,” he smiled.

  Her mouth lifted into a humorous smirk. “Sorry. Just thinking about the possibilities.”

  “It’s something worth thinking about. When I had to take sociology classes in college, we often talked about our role in society and how to combat unhealthy thoughts and behaviors. A sister program to the one you already have would be a great opportunity for girls. Make ’em strong and confident. Teach ’em how to not take shit from men when they sling it at ’em.” He lifted her fingers to his mouth where he nibbled. “Like you.”

  She tried not to let her eyes glaze over at how good his mouth felt, let alone his words. Once again, she castigated herself for staying with Scott for as long as she had. Her mind drifted back to the man sitting before her. Was it possible for him to ever be a one woman man? How incredible would it be for her to be that woman? She let go of a sigh.

  “Wow. What was that for?” he asked, finally releasing her hand and putting it back on the table.

  “Nothing.”

  “Liar.” His eyes were twinkling, but he got serious. “Do you think there will ever be a day when you’ll be completely honest with me?”

  She blinked. “Whattaya mean?”

  “I mean I don’t get the feeling that you’ll ever give me a straight answer if I was to ask you about how you really felt about me or this situation.”

  “I’m honest,” she said with a slight pout. “It’s just that some of us don’t let it all hang out like others,” she said giving him a pointed look.

  “I know.” He waited until he had her undivided attention. “I can tell you were hurt at one point.”

  “Are we entering into the ‘analyzation’ portion of the evening?”

  “This is what I’m talking about. You don’t believe that I can be trusted with your shit and your baggage. But I can. I genuinely like you, Em. I mean,” he began, looking her in the eye, “I really like you. I would never say or do anything to intentionally hurt you.”

  She looked at him, hit with an emotion that she couldn’t name and tamped it down. He’s not Scott, Emily.

  “We all have shit,” he continued. “I just want us to be honest about it. And if we’re ever gonna move forward in this thing, I’d love to know what you really feel about things.”

  Shit, move forward? “I’m honest,” she said again.

 
“Okay. How do you feel about our situation?” He sat back and waited.

  She looked around then finally settled her eyes on him.

  “I’m happy with it,” she said with hesitation.

  He nodded. “That’s good. I want you happy.”

  She swallowed. When had this gotten so friggin’ serious?

  “What if there was more?” he asked in a quiet voice.

  She frowned, trying not to read into the question. Her heart began to beat erratically. “Meaning?”

  Just then their food arrived. Once the waiter was gone they took a couple of minutes to eat and comment on the food. Then he continued.

  “I mean, regular sleepovers, seeing each other more. You know, a more complete relationship not just based on sex.” He took another bite of his noodles and watched her.

  He was always so fucking calm when he talked about this kind of stuff. Why couldn’t she be the same way? Was he asking because he wanted it, or he thought she wanted it? She put her fork down and got her head on straight.

  “Why are you asking?”

  He shook his head. “You answer first.”

  “What am I supposed to be answering? Was there a question in there?” She was beginning to feel trapped.

  He smiled around his food. “What if there was more?” he asked again more forcefully, then swallowed his food and put his fork down as well. “You, me, more.”

  She looked around not making eye contact with him. Don’t get your hopes up. He’s not a one woman man. He’ll only make a fool of you in the end. Unintentionally, maybe, but a fool none the less. She finally turned to him, now in control.

  “I don’t think that’s something that you’re ready for, Detective.”

  He stopped and just looked at her, his face completely expressionless. Then he nodded and said, “Don’t put words in my mouth, Em. And if you’re not ready to talk about it yet, then that’s fine. But you should think about it, and think about the fact that I was the one who brought it up.” He pointed his fork at her to punctuate his statement then began eating again.

  She’d lost her appetite.

  “Eat,” he ordered. “You’ll need your energy.” Then he winked to soften his command.

  She was being completely unreasonable and bitchy, and she knew it was because her emotions were all out of whack. She had perpetual PMS around him. That’s what this man did to her. She sighed and took a bite of her food.