She looked at me as she debated on whether or not to agree to my deal. “I don’t want to see her ever.”
“I can’t promise that. She’s a part of my life now.”
She sighed as she leaned against the door. “Fine. I’ll try to ignore her when you bring her around, but you have to try to keep her away from me most of the time.”
“I can agree to that,” I said as I smiled.
“I don’t want to lose you over some sk—”
I raised an eyebrow, and she stopped mid-sentence.
“Fine. I don’t want to lose you over some girl. Happy?”
“Delirious.”
“Yay,” she said sarcastically as she waved her hands in the air. “Now, leave me alone. My bed is calling my name.”
“Night, kid,” I said as I walked off her porch.
“Stop calling me that!” she shouted.
I ignored her. She was my kid sister as far as I was concerned, and there was no way that I was going to change her nickname after all these years.
I slept on and off with Emma next to me as we flew over the Atlantic. As we were landing in London, I woke up with her head on my shoulder. I shook her gently to wake her up. She groaned as she opened her eyes.
“We’re here,” I said as I felt the plane coming to a stop.
“What time is it?” she asked as the stewardess was walking by.
“Just after midnight, London time.”
“So, we basically just spent an entire day on a plane,” I said.
“I guess so. I’m exhausted. I just want to get off of this thing and check into our hotel.”
“Me, too,” I said as I stood and pulled her up with me.
The stewardess wished us a good evening as we exited the plane.
Despite the late hour, a car was waiting outside of the airport for us. The driver loaded our bags into the back before driving us to The Connaught. My mouth dropped open as we pulled up in front of the building. It was massive with lights shining everywhere. A doorman helped the driver unload our bags while Emma and I walked to the front desk to check-in.
The place was as spectacular inside as it was outside. The floors were a black marble. The entire lobby was made out of dark wood with white trim. Two carpeted staircases led to the upstairs floors. I sincerely hoped that they had an elevator or that we were on a lower floor. This place was several stories high, and I didn’t want to drag our luggage all the way to the top floor.
“Can I help you?” a man in a tailored suit asked from behind the counter.
“Yes, we need to check-in. My father left a room under his name here for me.”
I waited as she provided her father’s name. As soon as she’d said it, the man’s eyes widened, and his mouth dropped open.
“Of course, Miss Preston. We were told that you might be arriving late. Your father reserved the Grosvenor Suite for you and your guest. Jace will show you to your room and help with your bags. If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask.”
“Thank you,” Emma said politely as she took the two key cards from him.
We followed a man who I assumed was Jace as he led us down the hall to a line of elevators. We were silent as we rode the elevator up to the floor where our suite was located. Jesus, we don’t have a room. We have a suite. I didn’t care if Emma took me to every continent on the planet. I would never get used to this.
He led us to our room, and he waited as Emma unlocked the door and held it open for him. He remained silent as he unloaded our luggage from a cart and placed them in front of a massive bed. Emma slipped a bill into his hand just before she closed the door behind him.
I took a minute just to look around the room. I had only stayed in a few hotels before, and they had been nothing like this. I had expected a bedroom and a bathroom, but this was so much more. It had a living room, complete with a couch, chairs, and television. Our bed was positioned next to a massive window that took up the entire wall. We were high enough that I could see London for miles below us. It was beautiful.
“Alone at last,” Emma said as she dropped face-first onto the bed.
“I’m exhausted,” I groaned as I sat down beside her.
I started rubbing small circles across her back. Her muscles were tight, and I tried to get her to relax as I continued to rub.
“Why are you so tense?” I asked.
“I’m not,” she lied.
“Emma, you are.”
“I don’t know. It must be from sitting on the plane all day.”
“Yeah, that must be it,” I said skeptically.
I still had no idea what was on her mind, but I was hoping that she would tell me now that we were away from everyone.
“You know that you can talk to me about anything, right?” I asked.
She rolled over and smiled. “I know.”
“Good. I just wanted to make sure you knew that.”
I leaned down to kiss her, but she sat up and scooted away from me.
“I need a shower. Traveling makes me feel icky.”
“A shower sounds good.” I grinned, hoping she would invite me to go with her. “Do you need any help? I’ll be glad to offer my assistance if you do.”
She laughed. “Sure, why not? But you’re only washing me.”
“I can behave.”
“We’ll see.” She unzipped one of her bags to pull out her toiletries and a pair of pajamas.
I did the same and followed her into the bathroom. She slipped out of the sweatpants and T-shirt that she’d worn on the plane and threw them down on the floor. She reached behind her to unclasp her bra, but I put my hands over hers.
“I’ve got it,” I murmured.
“Thanks,” she whispered.
I unsnapped it and pushed the straps down her arms until it fell to the floor in front of her. She shimmied out of her boy shorts, and I took off my shoes and peeled off my shirt and pants. My boxers went next, and then we were both fully naked, inches away from each other. When I ran my fingertips across her shoulders, she shivered.
“I thought you were going to behave.”
I grinned as I let my hands fall to my sides. “Sorry. I forgot.”
“Sure you did.” She stepped forward and turned on the water.
As she walked into the mist, I followed.
“I’ll wash you, and then you can wash me,” I told her as I grabbed a washcloth and her body wash.
“I don’t think that classifies as behaving.”
“Sure it does. I’m just going to wash you.”
She remained silent as I wet the washcloth and squirted her body wash onto it. I started by running it across her neck before slowly making my way down to her nipples. Her breath hitched as I made circling motions around them. I ran the cloth between her breasts and then down her stomach. Just before I reached her hips, I came back up and started washing the top of her back. Again, I slowly made my way down until I was running the cloth across her bottom. She was trying to keep her breathing steady, but I could see how much effort she was putting into it. I ran the cloth across her arms before rinsing it out and setting it down.
“Done already?” she asked.
“Nope. I just wanted to wash your hair before I finished.”
I grabbed her shampoo and poured some of it into my hands. I started running my hands through her hair until I was satisfied. She held her head under the spray to wash the shampoo out as I picked the cloth back up.
“Almost done,” I told her.
I ran the cloth across her hips quickly before putting it between her legs. She grabbed the rail as I rubbed her clit with the cloth.
“This isn’t behaving,” she moaned.
I grinned as I suddenly pulled the cloth away. “Sure it is. I’m done already. Now, it’s your turn.”
She gave me a wicked smile as she grabbed my shampoo and started massaging it through my hair. I closed my eyes and relaxed as her fingers massaged my scalp.
“Rinse your hair,” she order
ed.
I did as she’d said. As soon as I finished, she grabbed a new washcloth and started washing me. She used the same teasing method that I’d done to her. She started at my neck and worked her way down my chest. She took her time as she circled my nipples and then further down. I expected her to stop when she reached my hips, but she didn’t. Instead, she dropped the cloth and used her hands to wash my shaft. I moaned as she slowly stroked me.
“Now, who isn’t behaving?” I groaned.
“I never said that I’d behave.”
She had a point. Before I realized what she was doing, she dropped to her knees and ran her tongue over my shaft. My hips jerked, and I grabbed the shower wall. I looked down to see her staring up at me with such an innocent expression. She opened her mouth and sucked me deep inside until I was almost touching the back of her throat. I knew for a fact that she’d never done this, but if I hadn’t, I would have sworn that she had. She somehow knew what she was doing.
“Fuck!” I groaned as she started sucking on me.
It felt like there was fire running through my veins as she rotated between sucking and rolling her tongue over my head. She released me when I grabbed her and pulled her up to me. I shut off the water before picking her up and taking her to our bed, both of us still soaking wet.
I threw her down on the bed and walked to the bag I’d grabbed my toiletries from a few minutes earlier. I’d stashed a box of condoms in there, and I pulled one out. I ripped open the package and rolled on the condom.
Seconds later, I was on top of her, thrusting deep. When she cried out, I froze. She was still so tight, and I was afraid that I’d hurt her.
“Shit! Are you okay, Emma? I didn’t mean to be so rough.”
“I’m fine. Just…just don’t stop.”
“I can do that. I’m not going to hold back, but if it hurts, tell me, and we’ll slow down.”
“Okay.”
I started thrusting again, deep and hard. I’d held back our first time, but I couldn’t this time. I needed this. I needed to feel her tightness squeezing my dick as I pounded into her over and over. I kept up our frantic rhythm, and I felt her explode around me. She cried out as her orgasm rocked through her, but I never once slowed. I was going to make sure that she never forgot this. I wanted to explode inside her, but I refused to. I wanted to make this last.
She screamed as I continued to thrust into her, prolonging her orgasm. I stopped only long enough to flip her onto her stomach before I entered her again from behind.
“Oh god! Jesse!”
“That’s it. Scream my name,” I said as I pounded into her.
I stared down at her ass and to where I was pounding into her over and over again. The sight alone almost undid me. She was somewhere between screaming my name and just plain screaming when I felt her tighten around me again. I shouted out her name as I exploded and filled the condom. I continued to pump my hips until the last orgasm left my body. She collapsed down onto the bed with me still inside her. I rested my body against her, holding up part of my weight with my arms.
“You okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No, but I’ve never felt anything like that. It felt like my entire body was exploding around me.”
“Glad I could help you out,” I teased as I pulled out.
I walked to the bathroom to throw the condom away and clean up. When I came back into the bedroom, she had rolled over onto her back.
“Jesse?” She asked, her voice timid.
“Yeah?”
“I really like it when you take me from behind.”
Shit. My dick instantly started to get hard again. I grabbed another condom on my way back to the bed. “Let’s try it again.”
I groaned as I heard someone knocking on our hotel room door. Emma was snuggled up tight against me, and she whimpered in her sleep. I sat up and started hunting for a pair of shorts. The pounding started to get louder as I finally found my shorts and slipped them on. I had no idea who the hell wanted to see us so bad, but someone was on my shit list permanently.
I hobbled more than walked as I made my way to the door. My body was sore after spending most of last night having sex. I enjoyed teaching Emma new positions while I explored her body. We’d finally fallen asleep only a few hours before.
I threw the door open to see some guy standing in front of it. He had to be at least six foot five inches, and he was built like a tank. The whole speech I had planned for whoever was at the door died on my lips when I saw him. This guy could rip me in two without even trying.
“Who the hell are you?” the guy asked.
His voice sounded like thunder, and I took a step back.
“Um, Jesse?”
“Where’s my Emma?”
“Your Emma? Oh shit.”
My brain started functioning again and I finally realized who he was. Seducing Seductresses wasn’t one of my favorite bands, but I remembered seeing a photo of them before. The man standing before me had definitely been in it.
“Yeah, shit is right. Where’s my baby girl?”
I am so fucked. I couldn’t let him in this room with his daughter asleep and completely naked in bed.
“She’s sleeping. The flight wore her out, so I’d let her sleep if I were you. I can let her know you stopped by though.”
“I’m sure it was the trip that wore her out. Move aside.”
“I—”
“Move, or I will make you move.”
I stepped aside to let him pass. I groaned as I closed the door and followed him back into the suite. This isn’t going to end well.
“Emma Bellokavich Preston! Wake your ass up!” her dad shouted when he reached the bedroom.
I walked in seconds after he did to see Emma’s eyes spring open as she scrambled to pull the covers around her.
“Daddy!” she shrieked.
“Don’t Daddy me! You’re in so much shit! Who is this tattooed asshole?”
“Hey!” I grumbled. “You have tattoos, too.”
He shot me a look that could kill before turning his attention back to Emma.
“I, uh…he’s my boyfriend. Jesse, this is my dad, Alexander Preston.”
“I gathered that,” I said.
“When I told you that you could bring someone with you, I meant Lucy or another girl, not your boyfriend.”
“Let me explain! This isn’t as bad as it looks!”
Her dad pointed to the garbage can that was filled with empty condom wrappers. “Please do. I’d love to hear this.”
“It’s as bad as it looks,” I said.
We were busted, and I knew it. There was no point in Emma trying to lie. She’d only dig our graves deeper in the process.
“At least you’re honest,” he growled.
“Look, I know it looks bad. But it’s not.”
He raised an eyebrow, but he said nothing as he waited for me to continue.
“I care a lot about your daughter. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t. I’m not an asshole who is just screwing her for the hell of it.”
“Jesse! Shut up!” Emma shouted.
“No, I’m going to tell him the truth.” I turned back to her dad. “She means a lot to me.”
He stared at me for a minute before he said anything. “I’m not happy about this, but I appreciate the fact that you had the guts to be honest with me.”
“Thanks…I think,” I said.
He looked at Emma. “As for you, does your mother know about this?”
“No! And you can’t tell her. Please, Daddy. She’ll never let me see him again.”
“I’m not who she wants for Emma, but I’m sure you’ve figured that out already,” I added.
“I figured as much. Andria was always set in her ways.”
“And she’s a stuck-up bitch,” Emma said from the bed.
“Watch it, missy. You don’t speak like that in front of me.”
“Sorry, but it’s true. We both know it. Look, can you leave for a minute, so I ca
n get dressed?”
He sighed. “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea. Jesse, I think it would be in your best interest to follow me out of the room.”
“Yes, sir,” I said.
I followed him from the room and closed the door behind me. I hoped that Emma was hurrying because spending any alone time with her dad was not something I wanted to do after what he’d just walked in on. I considered myself lucky to be alive at this point.
He walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. “Have a seat. I think we need to talk.”
I sat.
“Obviously, I’m pissed at the situation that I found my little girl in a few minutes ago. I think any dad would be.”
“I understand. I’m sure I ruined any chance of you liking me.”
“I wouldn’t say that. You didn’t lie to me when I asked, so you have a few bonus points for that. Something tells me that things are serious between the two of you if she brought you clear to London with her.”
“It is. I would never dream of hurting her.”
“That’s good to know. I don’t know how much Emma’s told you about our family, but things are…complicated. Her mother and I are civil with each other but only for Emma’s sake. I haven’t been around much for Emma because of that, and I live with that guilt every day. I love my daughter, but I haven’t been a very good father to her. Instead, I left her with a woman I despise. I’ve always been afraid of what Emma might become under Andria’s control, but Emma has proven me wrong time and time again. My little girl is a good person. How, I’ll never know.”
“She really is. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who cares about people the way she does,” I said.
He smiled. “I’m very proud of her. She means the world to me, and I don’t want her to get hurt. Consider this your warning—if you hurt her, I’ll hunt you down and make you wish you’d never met her.”
I winced. “I understand. I promise that I won’t hurt her. I’m not good with people. I never have been, but for some reason, I opened up to Emma. I can’t explain it.”
“Do you think you love her?” he asked.
The question caught me off-guard. I was still trying to figure that out myself. I knew I felt something strong for her, but I wasn’t sure that it was love. After all, we’d only known each other a few weeks.
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