by Scott, Shae
"Tell me you want me to come over. I'll put the truck in drive and be there in ten minutes," I say. My heart is beating fast, waiting for her to say yes. She's not asked me for anything, ever. Not really. I want her to ask me for this.
She hesitates and I know it's because we both know that she's asking for something more. "Come over," she says finally.
"On my way."
I text the guys. They'll give me shit later, but I don't care. I can take anything they want to throw at me. Right now all I can think about is getting back across town and seeing Emery. It's been two days since I've seen her and I miss her. It’s been too long.
She's waiting on the porch when I pull up, leaning against the railing casually. She's perfect. She's wearing a little white sundress that falls mid-thigh, teasing me with long tanned legs that were deliciously wrapped around me not so long ago. I'm trying not to get ahead of myself. After all, we're still supposed to be doing this whole friends thing. We're supposed to be taking it slow. That's the promise I gave her. But shit, seeing her there in that dress, in her bare feet with her pink toes is driving my dick crazy.
"Hey," I say, stepping towards the porch. I pull off my ball cap and position it on my head again as I watch her. Her eyes follow my movements as I climb the stairs towards her. I don't stop until only inches separate us. I hear her breath catch as she holds my gaze steady. Her teeth sink into her lip, a nervous habit that nearly has me breaking my promise to keep it casual.
"You smell good," she says, her eyes finding me from under her long lashes. The shy side of her winning out. It ramps up my hope of what she's called me out here for, but I try to rein it in. Because if I'm wrong, I don't want to spend the night trying to tame down the steady edge of desire that this woman makes me feel.
"You think so?" I smile. She nods. She smells good too. Like gardenias and rain. Innocence and a restless spirit all in one. Standing this close to her and not kissing her is taking a lot of effort, but I don't want to step back and put unnecessary space between us. I want to soak her in. All of her.
The breeze dances around us, brushing her hair across her face, her dress across her legs. It stirs up unspoken feelings, hidden desires, and well placed intentions. I wait to see which one of us breaks first.
"You can come inside," she says finally. A smiles quirks the corner of my mouth. She shakes her head and turns to lead the way. I follow close at her heels. The house has become so familiar to me. After finding every excuse to stop by and see her, I end up spending most of my evenings here. I follow her down the hall and into the living room, my eyes moving around the room, taking in the comfortable decorations, the warm lamp light that casts shadows across the freshly painted walls. She's made it her own, leaving behind so much of the girl she was with him and finding a new version of herself. Each step she takes gives me hope for a future together.
"You didn't have to leave the guys to come out here," she says, leaning against the back of the couch and turning to face me.
"But you're glad I did," I offer.
She shrugs, "Maybe."
"So how long are you going to make me wait before you tell me what's going on in that pretty little head of yours? I'm good with the small talk too, but I am curious," I push. I watch as the nerves flash across her face and I'm pretty sure that we're on the same page.
"Can't I just want to see you?" she says stubbornly, crossing her arms across her chest. I smile and reach out to unfold them, keeping her wrists encircled in my hands.
"Of course. I like that you want to see me." I hold her gaze and wait to see if she'll offer me anything else. When she doesn't I ask, "So you want to watch a movie or something?"
I smile at the small huff that leaves her. Sometimes I really like pushing her buttons. Making her say the things that she doesn't want to say, the things that she is afraid to say. Each time she breaks down and does it she shows me a little bit more of the girl I know is still hiding in there. The one that he took away. The one he tried to destroy. I like that it's me who is bringing her back. And each time that I do, it feels like she's getting back another small piece of her life.
Maybe that's a big claim. Maybe I want to believe it more than it's actually happening. It doesn't matter. As long as I get to see her smile nothing else matters.
"I don't really want to watch a movie, Cole," she says, as I drag her behind me.
I stop, turning to face her. "No?" I ask, trying to paint my face with an innocence she'll never believe. The smile that plays at her lips tells me I'm right.
"No."
"Then, tell me, James, now that I'm here what is it that you want to do?" I lock my gaze on hers, letting the intensity that crackles between us go unguarded. I let her see that all she has to do is ask me and I'll give her anything she wants.
"I think you already know the answer to that," she says.
"But I want to hear you tell me."
I watch the nerves and indecision play across her face. The need and the desire at war with her self-doubt and self-imposed guilt. "Tell me what you want, Emery. I'll give you anything you want. You just have to ask," I encourage.
"I want you to make me feel alive," she says simply. Her voice is soft but stronger with a decided purpose and I feel a thrill run through me. I take a step closer and watch as her tongue glides across her bottom lip.
"Keep going," I say as I pull her closer to me.
"It goes against our deal. We're supposed to be friends and forget about our night together," she starts.
"I haven't forgotten anything," I admit.
She takes a breath and it's shaky, not nerves this time, but the desire stirred up by the memories that are playing in her head. "I've spent so long in the quiet, in the shadows. I didn't realize how numb I'd become. Not until you touched me. You made me feel alive and for the first time in as long as I can remember I felt everything."
I swallow hard, because these are words that I didn't expect. This is more than physical release; this is about waking up from the fog she's been in for years. This is my Emery.
"I want to feel it again. I need to feel it. I need you to touch me." She slides her hands up my chest resting them against them, against the rise and fall of my unsteady breathing. "I need you to make me feel everything."
I can't help the smile that takes over my face. Her words squeeze my heart, the vulnerability in her eyes makes me want to give her the entire world. She wants me to make her feel alive. Hell, I feel like I've just woken up myself. Everything about this girl has my entire world waking up.
"I'll give you anything you want," I say again as I slide my hands around her small waist and pull her flush against me. Her breath catches and she looks up at me with heated eyes.
"I want you," she breathes out. Shit. Those words will be my undoing.
I grab her face and cover her lips with mine in a hungry kiss, needing to taste her, devour her in every way. Her hands grip my arms as she returns the kiss with just as much need. I feel her emotions as they pour into me and mix with my own. It makes my entire body vibrate. This is what I have been waiting for. This decision, for her to realize that we are more than a past, more than a distraction. This is the moment when she not only recognizes that truth, but accepts it fully.
"Tell me how you want me. Fast or slow? Hard or easy?" I ask as my mouth moves across her delicate throat.
She gasps and trembles beneath my touch and I feel my dick go even harder. "I want you to treat me like you aren't afraid to break me," she says. I pull back and look down in her eyes. I see it then, the need to let go in a completely animalistic way. No fear. No questions. Just raw need - giving in without fear of judgment.
I kiss her again, harder than before and I walk her backwards until her back is against the wall. I don't waste any time, I grab the hem of her dress and pull it up her slender body until it is over her head and tossed to the floor. I take a moment to appreciate her body, the baby pink lace of her bra and panties showcase an innocence that contradic
ts the fire in her eyes as she begs me to take control of her body.
I hook my fingers under the straps of her bra and slide them down her shoulders, leaning down to place a kiss against the skin of her shoulder. I tease her as I trail my lips along her collarbone, just above the perfect cleavage that heaves beneath me in shallow pants.
I slip my hands around her back and unhook the clasp and let the lace fall, freeing her perfect tits. Filling my hands with her silky skin, I rub my thumbs across her hardening nipples. My name falls from her lips as I tease her with gentle tugs before lowering my mouth to her to taste. I love the way she squirms against me, impatient.
Slowly, I move lower, my mouth leaving wet kisses across her flesh. Her stomach flexes beneath me as I lick across her toned midsection and across her hipbones where the pink lace still rests. My thumb tugs it down and I kiss the places that I expose. My lips follow the material as I lower her panties to the floor where she steps out of them. Then, I kiss my way back up her inner thigh, nipping the sensitive skin with my teeth.
I glance up, meeting her eyes so I can see the need there, so I can see the pleasure that hits when my tongue first reaches out to taste her. Her sigh is like melody and I dive in losing myself in her. I pull her leg up and rest it on my shoulder giving me full access to her body. Her fingers grip my hair tugging in an effort to either hold me steady or urge me on. Either way, I don't plan on showing her any mercy.
I love the way I can feel her legs quiver as she nears her release. Bringing her to this point is such a turn on for me. Her quick pants as she tries so hard to hold on to control of everything and that moment when she loses grip and completely surrenders. It's beautiful. An erotic symphony I could play over and over again.
She's barely come down from her high when I'm back on my feet, my fingers at my belt as I rid myself of my restrictive jeans. Her hands move to my chest, tugging my t-shirt up and away from my body. We're not going to make it upstairs. Not this time. She wants me to treat her as if she's not broken, I can do that. Because she's not broken. She's perfect and she's mine. Even if she doesn't know it yet.
I lift her up, her legs around my waist, her back against the wall and the instant friction between us is enough to ignite a fire.
"Are you on any kind of birth control?" My voice comes out gruff, but I'm about to lose all sense of control.
She stares back at me with a heated gaze and says, "Implant."
"Do you trust me?" I ask, my body straining, vibrating with pure anticipation.
"Completely," she breathes out,
"Good." I move her just enough so that I can slide into her wet heat and it's perfection. She groans out my name as I push into her completely. I let her adjust to me before I press into her hard, claiming her mouth in a punishing kiss. And then I move, pumping into her hard and fast, raw and needy. Her grip on me tightens, her fingernails scratching across my skin. She's at my mercy now. Completely in my hands. Literally. I can't get enough of her. I can't thrust hard enough, can't get deep enough to satisfy the deep ache that she gives me.
Emery holds on to me, her sexy moans filling the quiet of the house. My desire for her, it's like two sides of the same coin. While I want to caress her and love her in slow motion I also want to claim her roughly, I want to knock walls down with her. I want to push into her so hard and so deep that the perfectly placed picture frames crash to the floor. I want her in every single way. My need for her will not be satisfied and somehow that just pushes me forward.
"Cole." She cries out my name and I know she's there. Her nails dig deep into my skin, but I soak up the sting, craving more. I don't stop, and as she crashes around me I push forward to join her as her tightness grips around my cock with her orgasm. When I let go I have to lean into her for support because my body goes weak with the spasms that hit me. I refuse to drop her, or let her feet touch the ground, instead we stay connected, heaving against the wall like two ravaged animals.
When I pull back and look into her face she is smiling. A wicked smile that tells me I have nothing to worry about for losing my control with her.
"You good?" I ask gruffly.
"So good," she says.
I chuckle, I can't help it. She’s a near fatal mix of adorable and sexy and my heart stutters in my chest as evidence to prove my point.
I gently lower her onto her feet, holding on for support because if I had to guess, she probably feels a little bit like Bambi right now.
"Let's go upstairs," I suggest. She nods in agreement and I take her hand to lead her behind me, making sure she's good to move. She grips my hands tightly and follows close behind, not bothering to grab her dress or anything else that we've left behind. It’s so sexy that I'm already feeling the stirrings of lust build in my cock again and I know that we're in for a long night.
Next time I think I'll remind her that slow and steady can bring her down just as hard.
Emery
MY BODY BURNS WITH constant fire, heated from something deep and all encompassing. I know if I could lock myself up in a room with Cole and shut out everything else for days I would. I'd stay wrapped around his body until the outside world forgot all about us and I'm pretty sure I'd be perfectly content for the rest of my days.
He is like a drug. One I don't want to quit, one that makes me want to live in the high indefinitely. But real life doesn't care about what I want. So I go through the motions of my day and try not to get lost in the daydreams and memories of him.
I've all but tossed out my original argument for us to stay friends. I don't think he'd buy it after I'd begged him to take me against the wall the other night. Every inhibition I'd ever had was wiped clear. I don't want to go back. It's not like we've talked about it or made new rules, but it's obvious that there is no going back. We never really had a hope of sustaining that charade for very long. We've always been connected. Even the time apart couldn't dull it. I don't want to pretend otherwise.
I may not be ready to share him with the world yet or parade around town together, but I think we're both okay with that for now. In fact, it’s nice keeping it secret. It's not about them anyway. It's about us and our path and our schedule. And right now we're happy keeping it all to ourselves.
Secret works well when we're alone with no one to watch us too closely or ask questions. It’s harder when we’re out with friends and I have to be careful not to stare at him a little too long or brush against him in an effort to feel his touch. Especially with Kelsey around. That girl sees everything. I know none of them would care, but I want to keep it to myself for now.
"So can we show up at this thing together or do we have to take separate cars?" Cole asks from the bathroom where he's just finished a shower and is currently trimming the scruff on his jaw. He's not wearing a shirt and it's distracting me from his question.
"What?" I ask from my perch on the bedside.
"Are you ogling me?" he teases.
"Probably," I admit.
"I like it when you ogle me," he smiles at me before returning his focus to the mirror.
"What did you ask me?" I call out realizing I really didn't catch it the first time. This BBQ is going to be tough if I can't even pay attention here at home.
"I asked if we were allowed to show up to this thing together."
My nose wrinkles with confusion. "We always show up to places together."
He looks back to me and smirks. "True, but this will be the first time we'll know that when I bring you back home I'm going to spend the entire night making you scream my name." He says it to shock me. The good guy with the blunt talk always makes my blood simmer with need. His simple sentence paints a picture in my mind so vivid that I can't help but want the real life version right then. It's only one of the ways he manages to seduce me from clear across the room. One way among many.
"Stop," I warn.
He laughs and begins to brush the stray hairs from his face. "Just telling it like it is, baby." He knows that I like it, so he isn't worried a
t all. I continue to watch him as he runs a comb through his hair, mesmerized by the simple everyday activity, because he's doing it here, in my bathroom. There is something incredibly intimate about it. When he's done he flips the light off and walks towards me. I haven't left my perch on the bed, even though I should be dressed by now so we won't be late for Annie's party.
He stops in front of me and leans down to kiss my forehead. "We're riding together," he says, making the decision for me and I realize I never did answer him.
"Okay," I say. He moves towards the closet to grab the shirt he has hanging just inside. I continue to watch him. When he comes back out he's smiling at me mischievously.
"Are you coming with me tonight? Or do you think we should just stay here? I'm totally fine with that by the way," he says, eyebrow raised.
I shake myself out of my voyeuristic stupor and finally stand.
"We're going. I'm getting dressed now," I mumble crossing the room. As I move to pass him on my way to the closet, he grabs my wrist and pulls me back for a small kiss.
"Maybe you could wear the green dress?"
I FEEL HEATED DOWN to my bones. The sticky Oklahoma summer isn't helping matters. Just having Cole in the same space is like dancing among the flames. Each look he gives me, each brush of his skin as he moves past has my heart beating overtime.
We’ve jumped over so many of the lines that we made for ourselves, but I don't regret a single moment. I thought I might, that I’d feel like I was betraying Gabe, but it wasn’t like that. It was as if he’d rewritten the story. He was taking his place back and I could never regret any moment his hands had been on me. My only regret was that they aren't currently roaming my body.
I really thought coming to this party would be no big deal. After all, we've hung out with these people before without it being weird. Only those times were before we'd crossed over into this new phase of our relationship where he was giving me mind blowing orgasms.
I'm not sure I'm hiding my desire all that well.