Will nodded and turned back toward the kitchen door just as Emma came out. She looked around the room until her gaze met his. Her face lit up, and she grinned before being distracted as a woman began talking to her.
“She can’t keep her eyes off you,” Hannah noted.
Will raised a brow at her dry tone. “And? Do you have a problem with that?”
“Not at all. I think you could be very good for her. However, you hurt her and I will torture and kill you, and they will never find the body.” She smirked at him, then turned on her heel and walked away.
He chuckled and sipped his beer. He continued to watch Emma as she visited. Watched her smile and laugh. Sad, he thought, that seeing her across the room was enough to make his cock stand at attention and beg for her touch. Pitiful and sad.
“Hey. Will, right?”
He turned to see one of Emma’s brothers standing next to him, hand outstretched. Will reached out and shook the proffered hand and nodded.
“Yeah and you’re…Matt?”
“Right. How’re you doing? Enjoying yourself?”
“Just got here not too long ago, but doing just fine.” He glanced at Emma again.
“So what do you do for a living, Will?”
Let the interrogation begin. “I’m a chef. I run my family’s restaurant, right now. Kincaid’s.”
The other man nodded slowly. “Nice place. Been there often. Good food.”
“Glad you approve.”
Matt snorted. “Not up to me to approve anything. So how long have you known Emma?”
Persistent bugger, Will thought before responding. “Not long. I met her the day before you and your brother showed up on her doorstep.”
“Huh?” Matt gaped. “After knowing you for a day, Emma brought you home for the night.”
“Actually it was only after an hour or so,” Will couldn’t resist informing. “Why? You got a problem with that?”
“Emma’s a smart girl and can make her own decisions. Just doesn’t sound like something she’d do.” He turned his gaze in his sister’s direction, a frown turning his lips down.
Will laughed. “If it makes you feel any better, I’ve known Hannah and Lynn for years. We went to school together. They vouched for me.”
Matt looked back at him and rolled his eyes. “Yeah that makes me feel so much better. My sister’s friends approving my sister’s sex partners.” He gave an exaggerated shudder.
Will’s ire rose. “That’s not what this is about. I like your sister a lot, Matt, otherwise why would I be here now?”
“Good point. Treat her right or—”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ve heard it already. I’ll be beaten and killed and no one will find my body, blah, blah, blah.”
Matt’s brow furrowed for a moment then he grinned. “Hannah?”
Will nodded and returned the grin.
“Sounds like her. Well, c’mon, Will, and I’ll introduce you to the people I know.”
They walked across the room just as Emma’s nieces came running into the room and up to their father.
“Daddy, we’re bored,” Mia said.
Mark turned around and stared down at his daughter. “I’m speaking to someone right now.”
“But, Daddy, we’re bored! There’s nothing to do,” Mandy chimed in.
Mark glanced around the room and pointed in the direction of Emma. “Damn it, go ask your aunt what you can do, I’m busy right now.”
He turned away and continued his conversation. What an ass, Will thought. He looked over at Emma, who was still talking and visiting. When the girls ran up to her, she smiled at her companion and crouched down to listen to what the girls were saying. She shot a look up at Mark, but took the girls by the hand and brought them into the kitchen.
Will shook his head. Why the hell should she have to entertain her nieces? This was her party. Their father and mother were there. Will turned to Matt and found the man staring at his brother, dumfounded.
“You okay?”
Matt shook his head and met Will’s gaze. “You know I never realized how much they dumped on Emma. Her friends talk about it all the time and I thought they were exaggerating, but the more I see…”
Lynn came up and nudged Matt. “Where’s Emma? A few of her neighbors have to leave and want to say goodbye.”
Before Matt could say anything, Will spoke. “I’ll go get her.”
He strode across the room and into the kitchen. He stopped just inside the doorway and just watched for a moment. Emma and the little girls sat at the table, coloring books and crayons spread out in front of them. Emma wasn’t just supervising; she was coloring a page and chattering away.
He crossed the room and laid his hands on her shoulders. She jumped and looked up.
“Oh, Will. You startled me. Everything going okay?”
“Yup. A couple of your guests are taking off and want to say goodbye.” He slid his hand up to the smooth skin of her neck and caressed.
“Oh, okay. Girls, I’ll be back in a minute.” She stood and turned only to be blocked by Will.
“Look, why don’t you go and do what you need to do? Take your time and visit. I’ll stay with the kids.” He ran his knuckles down her cheek and was rewarded when her breath hitched a bit.
“No, no, that’s okay. You certainly didn’t come here to babysit…”
“I came here to see you and I will…after the party. And besides, spending time with two of the prettiest girls here, heck, all the guys will be jealous.” He winked at her.
“But—”
“No buts. Go.”
She bit her lower lip and stared at him for a long moment. “If you’re sure. It won’t be much longer, I promise.”
“No worries. I have to catch up on my coloring.”
She planted both hands on his cheeks and pulled him down to press her lips hard against his. Heat and desire flared and his erection grew. He nipped at her lips before pulling back. “Later, Miss Emma, later.”
“Promises, promises.” She patted his cheek and turned to the kids. “Hey, I have to do some things so Will’s going to color with you, okay?”
“Yay!” the girls squealed.
Emma smiled and walked from the room. Will sat between the kids and grabbed a crayon.
“Okay, what are we coloring today?”
“Princesses,” Mia informed.
“Rock on.”
* * * *
Emma flopped on the sofa next to Will. The last guest was gone and all that remained were Will, Matt and her three friends. She reached down and slipped her shoes off to massage the arches of her feet. Man, she was tired.
“Here.” Will grabbed her legs and turned her so she leaned against the arm of the sofa and her feet rested in his lap. He used his thumbs to press and massage her sore feet.
“Hmmm,” she moaned and struggled not to close her eyes.
“Well, the party was a success,” Ana quipped. She sat on the loveseat next to Lynn. Hannah sat on the armchair and Matt was on the floor, leaning against the loveseat, his legs stretched in front of him.
“Thanks to you guys. I appreciate it.” She smiled.
“No problem,” Hannah answered. “Now for the cleanup…”
“Urgh, I don’t want to think of that.” Emma laughed. “And you certainly don’t have to stay. I’ll take care of it; you all have done enough.”
She wet her lips and looked at Will. He stared at her, his hands continuing to massage. She just wanted to be alone with him.
“Don’t be stupid. Of course we’ll clean up,” Matt insisted. “Shouldn’t take too long.”
“Exactly. Which is why you don’t have to stay.” Her gaze still on Will, she flushed when he winked at her and ran his hand up her calf and back down to circle her ankle.
“I think Emma would like us to leave.” Hannah’s voice shook with laughter and Emma looked at her.
“I didn’t say that!” Not out loud at least, she thought a bit guiltily.
“Y
ou didn’t have to.” Ana stood and stretched her arms over her head. “We totally understand.”
“We do?” Matt looked around, bafflement on his face.
“Yes, we do.” Lynn nudged his shoulder with her knee as she stood as well. “Emma would like to have some alone time.”
He narrowed his eyes as he studied Emma, then Will. “Oh for God’s sake. Fine. Why didn’t you just say so?”
“No, really, you guys don’t have to leave.” She tried to sound genuine and feared she failed miserably when everyone laughed.
Ana came over and bent down to give Emma a quick hug. “Don’t get up. We can show ourselves out.” She then whispered, “Enjoy Mr. Tall, Dark and Hung.”
The rest of her friends hugged her and left quickly. Matt mussed her hair and stared down at her briefly before striding out of the room, calling “later” over his shoulder.
Will and Emma sat in silence for a few minutes. He ran his fingers up and down her legs, kneading gently. Each time, he moved farther up, pushing her skirt up past her knees. Twitch, twitch. Emma squirmed a bit and glanced at Will.
“Well, it’s just us now,” she said.
“Yes, it is.”
He reached out, grabbed her arms and pulled until she ended on his lap. His erection pressed hotly against her ass, and she bit her lip.
“And that’s a good thing, right?” She put her arms around his neck.
He grasped the back of her neck and guided her to him. His lips, hot and firm, settled over hers. Emma opened to him, welcomed his tongue as it entered her mouth. God, she loved the taste of him. Loved his heat. He pulled away, his mouth a whisper from hers.
“A very good thing.”
Emma squirmed again. Will groaned and shifted. She became even more aware of the erection she sat on. Now, was her turn to make him feel good. Warmth spread through her at the thought of his cock in her mouth. She wanted to taste him, feel him come. Which was odd, since she’d never really enjoyed that part. Well, she didn’t hate it. Just didn’t particularly love to give head as she’d surmised her friends did from conversations with them. She’d done it for past boyfriends, but just because they’d wanted it so bad. But with Will… The twitching of her clit became nearly unbearable as she thought back to how the smooth head of his cock had felt as she slid her lips over it.
She moved off his lap to kneel on the floor in front of him. Pushing his legs apart, she moved closer and ran her palms up his thighs.
“Emma?” His voice was tight and hoarse.
She simply smiled and reached up to unbutton his pants. Her gaze locked on his as she lowered the zipper and tried to pull the pants down. They didn’t budge.
“A little help here?” she murmured.
With a groan, he lifted his hips and allowed her to yank his pants and boxers down to his knees. Good God, he was freaking perfect. His cock jerked under her stare. She ran a fingertip down the length of it, from tip to base. He grabbed her hand, gripped it.
“Sweetheart, come here.”
She shook her head and wet her lips. “No, I want to do this for you. Make you feel as good as you made me feel.” Uncertainty filled her as soon as she spoke the words. Maybe he didn’t want this. Though from the size of his erection, part of him must. “Please, Will?”
He let go of her hand and cupped her face. She kissed his thumb as he settled it over her mouth. His green eyes were intense as he stared at her. With a quiet groan, he nodded.
She smiled and turned her focus back to the magnificent cock in front of her. He was big, bigger than any she’d seen before. All rosy and smooth. Again, she ran a finger along its length, tracing the prominent vein on the underside. He jerked beneath her touch and she licked her lips, her tongue flicking across his thumb. Oh yes, she was going to enjoy pleasuring him.
Emma wrapped her hand around him and stroked. Slowly pulling up, she slid her thumb over and around the tip before gliding back down. She leaned forward and, still caressing, circled the swollen head with her tongue.
“Hmmm.”
Will moved his hand and buried it in her hair, wrapping the strands around his fist. Emma opened her mouth and took him in. First just the head. She sucked as she pulled away, coming off of him with a “pop”. Capturing his gaze, she held it as she slid her mouth around him again. She took as much of him as she could, until she was full and felt his cock against the back of her throat. Relaxing her jaw, she swallowed and was rewarded when Will groaned.
He tightened his fist in her hair. “God…”
She began to move. Up and down. Savoring the feel of his smooth hardness slipping through her lips, over her tongue. She cradled his balls in the palm of her hand and squeezed. Twitch, twitch. Damn, this was turning her on. More than she could’ve ever imagined. She pressed her thighs together as she continued to work her mouth on him.
Will shifted and reached his other hand out to palm her breast. Kneading for a moment before rolling the already hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Pleasure zinged straight down to her pussy, drenching it in wetness. She moaned around his cock and quickened her pace. His balls tightened in her grasp, pulling up closer to his body.
“Baby, you’ve gotta stop. I’m gonna come.” He tugged gently on her hair. She ignored him and continued to pull him in and out. Despite his words, he moved his hips in time with her strokes, fucking her mouth. Both his hands were now on her head, buried in her hair, massaging her scalp.
She felt him swell in her mouth, pulsate against her tongue. He thrust once, twice, and held her still as his hot seed shot into the back of her throat. She concentrated on swallowing it all down, reveling in the slightly salty essence. When his grip loosened, she pulled up, sucking as her mouth slid up his length. She licked him clean and stared at his glistening, semi-firm cock before lifting her gaze to his face.
He sat with his head against the back of the sofa and studied her through half closed eyes. He moved his hands to cup her cheeks and urged her forward. With a smile, Emma climbed up his body to straddle him. Will wrapped his arms around her and kissed her on the mouth, hard and fast.
“God, Emma…” His breath whispered across her lips as he rested his forehead against hers.
She fought against the uncertainly that swept through her again. “Was it okay?”
“Okay? Huge understatement, sweetheart, huge.” He pressed kisses along her cheeks down to her neck where he nuzzled against her.
Reassured, she tightened her hold on him and closed her eyes. They sat like that for some time before either of them spoke.
“Well…” she drawled, “I suppose you have to work early tomorrow.”
He leaned back, away from her and narrowed his eyes. “Is this you asking me to leave?”
“No! Of course not. I just thought… Well, if you had to work, I thought you might need to go.” Her cheeks warmed under his intense stare. “I wasn’t asking you to leave.”
“Good. ‘Cause I’m not ready to leave. I’m not done with you yet, Miss Emma, not by a long shot.”
Oh my. .
Chapter Six
Will stood, lifting Emma as he did. She slid down his front until her feet touched the ground. He kissed the tip of her nose before reaching down to pull his pants up. She stepped back to give him a bit of room. Hot fucking damn, the sight of her sucking him off… Nothing in the world compared to the sexiness of that. It took everything in him not to come the moment her sweet mouth wrapped around his cock. He sure as hell wasn’t leaving now. Or any time soon if he had his way. He left his pants unbuttoned and only zipped partway. They’d be coming off again soon enough anyway.
He straightened and studied Emma. She stared at him, her teeth sunk into her bottom lip as if she were deep in thought. Well, fuck, his mission was to drive every coherent thought out of her head.
“C’mon.” He grabbed her by the hand and pulled her toward the stairs. At the bottom, he contemplated going into the dining room and showing her exactly why he encouraged her to ge
t a sturdy table, but thought better of it. No, that would wait until he could plan out that little adventure. He tugged on her hand and led her up the stairs to her bedroom.
Once at the side of her bed, he kicked his shoes off and to the side. He kept his gaze locked with hers as he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. She sucked in a breath and reached out to run a hand down his bare chest.
Will unzipped his pants and pushed them and his boxers down past his hips. They fell down to his ankles and he stepped out of them.
“You, sweetheart,” he ran his hands over her bare shoulders down to her hands, “are wearing too many clothes.”
She just stared at him. He chuckled and reached for the small buttons of her blouse. He captured her mouth and plunged into a deep, wet kiss as he undid and got rid of the shirt. As he slid his tongue around hers and tasted her sweetness, he moved his hands to the zipper on the back of her skirt. A soft rasp echoed in the silent room as he lowered it. Once undone, the skirt floated down her legs to pool at her feet. He released her mouth and pulled back to look at her. Well, fuck him. She stood before him with her long hair spilling over her shoulders, wearing nothing but a wisp of lace shielding her sex and a sexy half cup, lace bra lifting her breasts. Like a fucking offering, he thought as he leaned forward to run his tongue over the curve of one of them.
She shuddered and grasped his shoulders. Her nails dug into his skin and he relished the sweet pain.
He straightened and reached behind her. “Another new purchase?”
“Uh huh. You like?” she whispered.
“Oh yeah. I’m going to treat your friends to a very expensive meal if they keep insisting you buy things like this.”
Emma laughed.
“Though, as much as I like them, they must go,” he teased. He ran his fingers along the back of the bra and flicked the clasp open.
She pulled the straps down and bared herself to him. With an inward groan, Will leaned forward and took one rosy tip into his mouth, sucking hard before running his teeth over the peak. Emma buried her hands in his hair and held him closer.
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