Know Me: A 'Me' Novel (Book 3) (A 'Me' Series)

by Jeri Williams

  “Gaaaaadammm,.” Mika hissed making me so self-conscience I scurried back into the dressing room.

  “What? You said it was nice,” I accused.

  “E, you sure you don’t want a night with Spence and me?” I was pretty sure she sounded hopeful, which was a different tone altogether from the other times she’d jokingly asked me on a kinky date.

  “Mika…” I didn’t even know how to respond to that. She knew it was always the same reply, but this time…

  “Ember, when you wear that, be sure you wear the thong. No boy shorts allowed.” She said as she dug in her purse and saved me from having to reply; it would have been awkward, trust me.

  “Get two babe, a black one and a red one while I call Spence and brag that I got to see your ass in all its glory!” she shouted. Sadly, it didn’t faze her one bit that I’m sure everyone now thought we were some weird lesbian couple.

  I turned and did that thing that all girls do: check out my ass in the mirror and I had to agree, damn was right. Aside from my glorious personality , my ass was my best asset, get it, asse…never mind. Mika was right, even though I hated it, a thong would be perfect as it would boost up my ass even more, and the stockings and garter would accentuate my legs, making them appear longer. In short, it’d kill Matt, which meant it was perfect.

  When I found out we were going to Atlanta to shop for ‘supplies’ as Mika called them, I called Harley to see if she could meet us. There was no way I’d not see her at any chance I got since we spent so little time actually in the same room. The sales attendant had just finished wrapping up my purchases when I saw Deklan’s black muscle car. I thought it was a Charger or something badass like that. She jumped out and headed for the store but then paused and turned back around, apparently listening to whatever Deklan was telling her. Before I knew what the heck, he was out of the car, grabbing her by the back of the neck, and pulling her in for a kiss. And not just any kiss, a Deklan Kane kiss, which I am told are different than any other . Having witnessed this before, I turned to tell Mika that we could meet Harley outside, but she was plastered against the store window practically drooling. I mean it was a good kiss and all, but really?

  “Mika.” I waited… “Mika,” I called again.

  “Ssssh, I’m busy.” She waved me off distractedly just as Harley broke away and spun around to see Mika alternate between gawking at her and the retreating Deklan. Mika pounced as soon as she opened the door.

  “So Harley, wanna have a little kinky fun?” Harley had never hung out with Mika or anyone, but she knew of her and had met her in passing once. She wasn’t aware of Mika’s penchant, nor could she tell if she was being serious or not, which she so was.

  “Umm, what?” Harley looked at me for help.

  “She asking if you want to do a threesome with her and her boyfriend ,” I supplied bluntly. Why sugar coat it?

  “Oh.” She blushed. “I don’t think Deklan would be down for that. He’s kinda possessive.” So if it weren’t for Deklan she’d be down? Insightful .

  “Do you wanna trade for a night?” Mika asked.

  “Trade?” Harley was clearly confused. I had to admit I was a little confused and a lot shocked. I knew Mika and Spence had a somewhat open relationship, but I thought that consisted of Mika with girls while Spence did whatever he did while Mika was with girls. I didn’t know it extended to Mika with guys too. I was learning all this new info about my friend today!

  “Yes, trade; Spence, my boyfriend gets to hang out and have bro time with your guy, and I get you.” Ah, so that’s what she’d meant. Until Mika, I had never known dominant females even existed. I thought they were a myth like cassette tapes, or VCR’s. I had only ever been around my mom, and she wasn’t dominant. While Spence was way more dominant than Mika, she had her moments and right now, perusing Harley as fixedly as she was, she was definitely throwing off those ‘I get what I want when I want it’ vibes. She seemed to have no qualms over openly lusting after my best friend. Should I feel jealous that she’d never pursued me this hard? I shouldn’t. Right? Harley looked the part of the girl who was down for whatever, with her tight jeans and even tighter shirt, but underneath her armor, she was the quite girl-next-door type, which was probably what made her more appealing. But right now, she was looking a little scared and…was she blushing?

  “Mika, lay off,” I chastised, coming to Harley’s aid. She shot me a grateful smile. “Lay off the rest of the day or I will be forced to tell Spence I know about the banana hammock story,” I warned, referring to the story that Mika told me one night while she was drunk. It had scarred me.

  “He would kill me if he knew you knew.” Her face scrunched up in a mask of disbelief. “You wouldn’t dare.”

  “Try me.” To be honest, I didn’t know that I would, but I could bluff with the best of them.

  “You little shit. You playing dirty already? You are supposed to save that for Matt.”

  “I’m new at this. I can’t differentiate.” I laughed while Harley’s head bounced back and forth between us as we volleyed.

  “Whatever, but I’m still going to tell him about your ass.” She was like a sulky child not getting her way but surrendering anyway.

  “What about your ass?” Harley interjected while I linked arms with her and followed Mika out of the store.

  “Let it go Har.” I said on a laugh. There was no way I was supplying that info.

  “No, really. What about your ass?” She asked again and Mika laughed gleefully.

  Chapter eleven

  Matt

  “What are you doing Rabbit?”

  She got home about an hour ago and moved all of my shit back into the guest room. I should have known something was up when she started smiling to herself for no foreseeable reason. Guys, when girls do this shit, run. Too bad I didn’t take my own advice. Now she was testing my will and walking around in some lace see through shit that had my dick tenting my basketball shorts. Her pale skin seemed to glow in contrast to the dark material of the lingerie she was wearing, something she never wore. This had Mika written all over it. Normally, Em was sexy as hell, but in those two pieces of fabric she was strutting around in, she was a special kind of sexy.

  “What?” she asked innocently. Innocent, my ass. I could almost see the hint of a devilish smile on her lips.

  “What the hell are you wearing?” My tone was harsher than I meant it to, be but that was only because I was fighting back my arousal. I knew she was trying to bait me, trying to play some sort of dumb ass game of keep away with me. It wasn’t going to work. I never back down from a challenge and Kane men play to win.

  “It’s sleepwear Matthew,” she said in a duh tone. She also called me Matthew, which no one did expect my father. She knew I hated my full name; it made me sound too much like the man my father molded me into for so many years. Even before we broke up she never called me Matthew. Okay, she wants to play?

  “Oh, I know what it is baby. You must hate it though.” She walked past me toward the kitchen, and the whiff of her perfume, which she also didn’t wear unless we were going out, invaded my nostrils, making my already hard dick turn to titanium. She walked into the kitchen and then must have walked right back out since she wasn’t in there long enough to even get a drink of water.

  She rolled her eyes. “Why would I wear it if I hated it Matthew?” When she walked past me again on her way back to our room, I couldn’t help but notice her ass. How could I not; it was swaying nice and round in a pair of thongs. She never wears a thong.

  “I’m going to rip it off you,” I said, too late for her to hear before she closed the bedroom door. An image flashed through my mind of storming in there, stripping naked, strapping her to the bed with that ‘sleepwear’, and fucking her senseless. I liked rough sex, who doesn’t, but the force of that thought slammed into me so hard that it was all I could do not to act on it. But bef
ore I could even comprehend how blown my mind was, she walked past me again, this time toward the door, and I flew out of my chair before she made it there.

  “Where the hell do you think you are going?” I turned her around to face me, before I pushed my body into hers, pinning her against the door.

  “I was just checking the door locks, Matthew. A woman can never be too safe.” She smirked knowing she’d played me. Two can play baby.

  “Now this feels familiar,” I mused, moving my hand to her hip before reaching around and cupping her ass with a hard squeeze before I rested it on the top of her lace thong. I caressed the material with my thumb, marveling at the softness of it, almost as soft as Ember’s skin, and hooked my thumb in it.

  “Matt,” she panted out as her hands came up to rest on my shoulders. I grabbed the top of her thong and pulled up, pulling the material deeper through the slit of her ass until she was on her tiptoes. “You can’t… You can’t touch me like this anymore,” she said as I reached around with my other hand and started kneading her ass. I pushed in closer to her, allowing her to feel my arousal, to feel how only she made me feel, to feel how much I wanted her. Her breath hitched, and a whimper escaped before she could close her mouth. Too late, if I couldn’t tell by the scent of her arousal swirling around us, her mouth just gave her away. Game or no game, Ember was just as hot for me as I was for her.

  “Careful baby. You almost sound like you’re begging me to fuck you.” I slowly moved a finger in between her ass and pressed on her anus. I had been preparing her to take me there from the minute we started having sex I knew I needed to have her on all fours as I watched her come apart from taking my dick there. I had to warm her up to the idea at first, telling her we would take it slow, starting with my fingers first then butt plugs. We had gotten around to the small butt plugs before I had to go and throw everything to shit.

  “I’m not,” she said barely above a whisper, her voice turning into a husky whisper. Got her.

  “Yea, Rabbit, you are. Let me give us what we both want.” I pushed my finger against her tight bundle of nerves and slowly began moving it in and out in an excruciatingly slow caress of her ass, willing her to unclench for me. She’d always had that natural reaction, but she’d been getting better at it the more we did it. Her tensing didn’t mean she didn’t want it; it just meant she was scared. Unfortunately, it did nothing to calm me down. My cock twitched, aching with the need to fill her other hole.

  “Let me in baby,” I pleaded.

  “Why, so you can hurt me again? Been there done that and got the shitty ass broken heart souvenir. Thanks, but I’ll pass.” She dug her nails into my shoulders so hard I swore she drew blood.

  “Fuck, Ember!” I released her and backed up.

  “We are over Matt. Realize that and leave me alone .” She crossed her arms around her as if she was holding herself together and walked away.

  “I will never leave you alone,” I vowed to her closed bedroom door.

  Ember

  Okay, walking around in next to nothing in front of my very hot ex-boyfriend who I still deeply loved might not have been the best idea I’ve ever had. In fact, it all out sucked because while I had intended to get him so turned on and out of his mind with lust and then escaping behind a locked door, I hadn’t planned on how much of a lust craze I’d be in. Stupid me.

  When Matt had first approached me with the idea of anal, I was all ‘hell no!’, but after a particularly earth shattering orgasm, I agreed. I wanted to experience things with him, and after his pleading face and reassuring words that we would take it slow, I gave in. I’ll admit, the first time his thumb knocked back there I was still on the ‘no way’ bandwagon. It hurt and any girl who has tried anal for the first time and tells you it doesn’t hurt is lying through her freaking teeth— or ass.

  But after that, it was…well, it wasn’t nice the second time either but it was more bearable, as long as I remembered not to tense up. When I asked Matt how he knew what to do, he told me straight up: porn. He’d seen it once and it instantly moved to the top of his pleasure list. It became less and less about hell no and more and more about yes, please. I hadn’t factored any of this in when I decided to parade my ass in front of him, and when he trapped me against the door and pushed his thumb against my ass, I nearly collapsed with ecstasy. I wanted him; I wanted what he was offering so badly I almost said to hell with the plan and let him take me raw and dirty against the door.

  Him asking me to let him in helped put a leash on my inner hooch enough to push him away. I barely made it through the bedroom door before collapsing against it. I could handle this, I could handle this, I reminded myself as I flopped into bed. It would be worth it; in the end, he would break and give up and I’d have my revenge and be able to…to move on? Was that what I really wanted? I know I told him that, but deep down I wasn’t sure my heart was in that statement as much as it was earlier today. I told myself that it was, and that the nervousness I felt in my stomach at the thought of not having him my life anymore caused me to fall asleep much later than normal.

  When Matt and I celebrated our first anniversary, I got him this cologne called Mystery Man I found in some mom and pop local owned business (My dad encouraged my mom and I to support local businesses) and he loved it. He wore it every day (I got him more as the years went on) ever since and it became his scent. This was how I knew he had again, gotten into my bedroom; his scent invaded my nostrils, and even in deep sleep, it called to me, pulled me to the surface.

  “Matt?” My eyelids struggled to open, but I felt the heat of his body press into me as he moved in between my thighs.

  “It’s never going to be anyone else baby.” His hands traveled up my thighs lightly until he got to the top, where he applied a little pressure, pushing them apart. It wasn’t until his hands found their way into my underwear and his thumb found my clit that my eyes burst open in awareness.

  “How did you get in here?” I asked, forgoing my usual what are you doing, because hello, that was obvious.

  “Please baby.” His head dipped, and he sucked my clit through my panties. “A locked door is not going to keep me from what’s mine. And this,” he pushed my panties to the side and gave me one long slow and sensual lick up my center, which melted me completely. “Is mine baby.” What the hell is a girl supposed to do after that?

  I mean, if you had the love of your existence, no matter the circumstances, doing magical things to your body you’re not going to say no thanks, I’m good. It dawned on me that I had indeed done that just yesterday, but this time it just felt different. So, I did what any red-blooded American girl who loves sex would do and spread my legs wider. It was just pleasure, no hearts and feelings had to get involved. Just pleasure. I wish I could say that I felt ashamed, and knew I would hate myself later, instead I pushed that thought away as he attacked my sex with a hunger that rivaled a starving man’s.

  “Oh shit,” I gasped as he thrust his middle fingers inside me. Why did this have to feel so good? My hips bucked against his fingers, pushing them in deeper.

  “Fuck Ember, you’re so wet for me.” His throaty voice coming from between my thighs did nothing to stop the flow. I might have whimpered a little when he removed his hands to get rid of the two pieces of clothing until I was gloriously naked and spread out for him. My core throbbed for him as I watched his eyes feast on my body, darting from my hips to my thighs to my breast to my lips and finally settling there. If he kissed me, I didn’t think I could keep my feelings out of it any more than they already were, so I grabbed my breast and pulled and twisted at my nipples, knowing he loved it when I touched myself in front of him, because of him.

  “Yeah baby, that’s it.” He moved my hands aside then plunged his fingers back inside me and leaned over me, taking a nipple between his teeth. He bit down and then soothed it with his tongue. I grabbed the back of his head with both hands, urging him to
suck harder, loving the sting. To say Matt was aggressive in bed was an understatement. He wasn’t a Dominate or anything, but he had some tendencies . He defiantly liked to be in charge in the bedroom and rough sex was always a possibility. Before we broke up, he had only ever introduced butt plugs into the mix, but I had had a strong feeling, given the chance he would have explored more avenues of pleasure.

  He began slamming his fingers into me repeatedly in a punishingly hard rhythm while alternating the bite-soothe pace on my breast.

  “I love this. Oh god.” My voice sounded breathy and I was close, so close.

  “You know the drill baby. Give it to me,” he demanded, and I knew what he wanted. Hell I loved when he did this; I feared that I would always love it. In a motion from years of practice, Matt flipped me over and positioned himself underneath me. My legs straddled his broad shoulders; I was basically sitting on his face. From the first time to the last time we had had sex, Matt insisted that he swallow my first orgasm. It sounded routine, but it never got old. Ever.

  He slapped my left ass cheek followed by my right, sending so much pleasure to my core I became impossibly soaked. I grabbed the headboard and braced myself as he repeated the slaps, and just as I was about to beg him, he spread my slick folds with his fingers and began tonguing me just as aggressively as he had fingered me. I hadn’t even factored the new beard into this, but holy hell. The friction from the coarse stubble rubbing against my thighs as he tonged me so vigorously had me convulsing.

  “Matt… I’m coming.” I threw my head back, and I ground down on his mouth, giving myself over to the pleasure. His hands moved around from my core to my ass and I welcomed it when he coated my opening with my juices then pushed his thumb in. I was vaguely aware of his hand moving in quick jerky movements behind me as I detonated in a shower of stars and curses. It was like the cartoons you saw where someone got hit over the head and they had those little floating stars around their head. That was so me. I clenched my thighs, locking his head there as he pushed his thumb in and out once then grunted his release , shooting on my back.