There’s no more holding back as I increase my speed, thrusting frantically, running a hand down her thigh, and adjusting my angle. The minute I hit her g-spot, she starts to gasp for breath, little purrs escaping her lips.
“Come for me, Emi.”
On command, her muscles contract, and she drops her head back and yells my name.
The coiling in my gut unravels, and I drive into her relentlessly until my balls tighten and I explode, my vision going black as I pour into her.
I remain still, listening to the sound of her pants as she catches her breath. Her internal muscles continue to tremor around my cock, which pulses inside her. I jerk my head a few times to clear my mind, and then focus back on her face.
She’s glowing and a rush of pride flows through my body. I kiss along the column of her neck until I reach her jaw and nip the skin lightly.
“I don’t want to move,” she whispers.
The rush of pride turns into a flood as I lower her head back to the bed and release her thigh.
“Once we get to my place, you can stay in the bed, naked.”
“You may have to carry me.”
“Gladly.”
She flashes me a blinding smile, and right then, I know. I never stood a chance.
I set the coffee mugs on the nightstand and crawl back into bed, circling my arms around Emi’s waist. She lets out a low groan as I kiss my way across her bare shoulder and up to her neck. I know she’s waking up when she starts to wiggle her sweet ass against my hips.
“Why are you wearing clothes?” Her sleepy voice is muffled by the pillow.
“I had to put on pants to start the coffee.”
“That’s unfortunate.”
“We need to get up.”
“That’s even more unfortunate.”
“We need to take a shower before I take you home.”
“If I had my car, we could sleep thirty minutes longer.”
“You’ll get used to it.”
“Wait, did you say we need to take a shower?” She rolls into me, her eyes wide.
I swipe her hair off her face and lean in to kiss her lightly. “Yes, we need a shower, don’t you think? We got pretty dirty last night.”
“I—um—I—I’ve never done that.”
“Done what?” I slide back to see her face. “Shower?”
Her lips twist into a small grin. “Yes, I’ve showered, but never with a guy.”
“Good. I’ll be your first.”
Her grin spreads into a full smile, and her eyes start to shine. “It’s kinda intimate, isn’t it?”
“You don’t think me having my mouth, tongue, and lips on every inch of your body is intimate. What about having my dick so deep I saw fucking black spots the last time I came?”
“When you put it like that…” Her hand comes to my face, her nails scratching along the stubble on my cheek.
“Babe, I think you understand we’ve crossed into new territory here, but if you don’t, I’ll lay it out for you. This isn’t casual for me. We are not casual. Last night proved what I’ve known since the first time I laid eyes on you.”
“What’s that?” She asks the question breathlessly, her hand threading through my hair.
“I think it’ll be a lot more fun to answer that in the shower. Latch on.” I urge her thigh around my hip and roll to stand with her in my arms.
She gives a little giggle, the sound spreading the now familiar warmth through my chest. I walk us to my bathroom and sit her on the vanity, stepping away to turn on the shower.
“Walker?” The tone of her voice stops me before I can remove my pants.
“Yeah?”
“Can I have a few minutes before we get in the shower?” Her legs cross and she bites her bottom lip nervously.
“Of course, babe. Let me know when you’re ready.” I leave, shutting the door as my phone starts ringing.
I cuss at the name on the screen. “It’s a little early, Cap’,” I bite out.
“Sorry, Scott, we have a situation. Just got a call that SLED is sending a few men our way. They found one of our stolen vehicles abandoned in Greenville. Upon inspection of the vehicle, they found remnants of heroin.”
“Fuck,” I hiss, suspecting this was coming. My few weeks of scouring through reports had turned up a few consistencies in MO, but nothing concrete enough to cause alarm. However, there was chatter of a drug ring making roots along the eastern seaboard.
“That’s not the worst part. They found blood in the trunk and backseat.”
“Was there a body?” My heart starts racing. Auto theft is one thing, but murder takes this to a whole new level. SLED heading in means they think so, too.
“No body, but meet me at the station. I’ll give you the details I know. We’ll be prepared for them when they arrive.”
“Walker, I’m ready,” Emi yells loudly from the bathroom.
“Sounds like I’m interrupting.” Captain Corny hears her announcement.
“I’ll be there in forty-five.”
“Damn, son, it’s not even six thirty in the morning. You sure do get started early.”
“Gotta go.” I hang up and throw my phone on the bed, pissed off.
All irritation dies when I walk in and see Emi standing under the spray, her naked body glistening with droplets of water. Fuck, she looks sexy. My dick grows hard again, knowing what’s waiting for me on the other side of the glass.
I waste no time stripping out of my pants and stepping inside. She looks at me with a smile that falls fast.
“What’s wrong?”
“I got a call to get to the station soon, which ruins all the plans I had for us this morning.”
“Well, that sucks.” She huffs, crossing her arms and hiding her perfect tits. “I was really looking forward to my first co-ed shower.”
Jesus, she’s adorable. I make a split-second decision and know Captain will chew my ass for being late, but Emi’s all that I can think about right now.
I crowd into her, uncrossing her arms and placing them around my shoulders until we’re both being sprayed with water. Her hair is now soaked, slicked back away from her face, which is free from makeup. The amber of her eyes locks on mine with what can only be described as anticipation and longing.
“I’m not going to leave you disappointed. We’ll be quick.” I slide my hand down her sides to cup her ass and press her close.
“I’m not sure I want quick.” She starts kissing on my neck. “I kinda was expecting the full experience.”
“Tonight, I’ll make it up to you.”
“But you only get one first time.” She nips on the skin below my ear. “You know what they say; you’ll always remember your first time.”
There’s a challenge in her voice, and I growl at her teasing. “Oh, Emerson, you’ll remember it.”
Slowly, I bend, running my lips down her breastbone until I reach one of her hardened nipples and suck it into my mouth roughly. She responds with a raspy moan, arching further, and lets her hands go to my hair. I take my time, making sure to give both sides equal attention before dropping to my knees. Carefully, I take her calf and place it over my shoulder, licking up the inside of her thigh until I’m right where I want to be.
My tongue darts out, sliding between her slick folds, licking back and forth, savoring her. Just like last night, the first taste of her lights a fire inside, driving me wild with the need to have her. But, this morning, it’s all about her. I want her to think of nothing but my mouth on her pussy all day, so I deepen my position, thrusting my tongue and circling it until she starts to squirm.
“Oh my God…” She fists my hair, rocking her hips.
I glance up and almost come at the sight of her watching me with hooded eyes. One hand holds her leg in place while the other slides up her stomach and cups her breast, rolling her nipples with my fingertips. She drops her head back. The little sounds coming from her can barely be heard over the water falling around us.
My lip
s close around her clit, teeth skimming the sensitive flesh tenderly until she cries out my name, clutching my scalp to hold me in place.
I shake my head and keep going, moving my thumb to play with her entrance right below my mouth.
“I can’t. You have to stop,” she begs, trying to get away, but I hold tighter and alternate between slow and fast, feeling her leg on my shoulder start to tremble.
“One more,” I demand, slipping my finger all the way inside.
“Oh my God, Walker,” she chants over and over until I know she’s close by the way she clenches down and screams.
My cock throbs harder at the sound bouncing off the tile walls and the way she’s convulsing on my tongue. Slowly, I lick once more and remove my finger, kissing up her skin until I reach the piercing and click it between my teeth.
“Please, don’t let me go,” she pants, holding on to me, her leg falling off my shoulder.
“I got you, Emi.” My hands hold her steady as I rise.
Her chest rises and falls against mine as she regains her breath, her face planting on my shoulder. I don’t move, letting her come down and running my lips across her temple.
“I like the way you shower,” she mumbles into my skin.
“Think this is good enough to remember?”
She slants her head, giving me a clear view of her face, which is almost glowing. “Absolutely.”
Her free hand slides between us, wrapping around my dick and stroking. “How much time do we have?”
“Shit, Emi, not enough for all I want to do to you.” I cup my hand around hers to stop, my balls protesting.
“Hardly seems fair for me to have all the fun.” She gives me a seductive grin and starts to go down, her intentions clear.
Holy shit, am I really going to stop this? The image of her sucking my dick is almost too much for me to handle, my resolve tested.
“Stop,” I grip her hand tighter. “Tonight, give me until tonight.”
“Sour puss,” she pouts, lifting up to kiss me quickly. “Tonight it is, but I wanted to give you something to think about today.”
“You coming on my tongue twice should last a few hours.”
“Hmmm, a girl can get used to this.”
I don’t answer but grab my body wash and proceed to wash us, paying special attention to cover every inch of her. By the time I shut off the water, my cock is screaming at me.
Together, we dress, her humming as she drinks her cold coffee and shoots me loving glances as I wrestle with the idea of throwing her back on the bed and pissing the Captain off by calling in.
I crowd into her space and lean in for a kiss, knowing the promise of tonight will have to do for now.
Chapter 12
Emi
Suspicious Fiancée—a.k.a Bailey Smith—reemerged today, and she is pissed. It’s been one month since her initial inquiry and, apparently, she thought things had calmed down. The fiancé had assured her he wasn’t cheating, he loved her unconditionally, things had gone back to normal, and their wedding plans were now almost complete. She was embarrassed for contacting us, chalking it up to pre-bride jitters.
But three days ago, things started to get weird. First, there was an email from a ‘no-reply’ account with a screen shot of him leaving his office, at his normal time, when he swore he was working late. Second was a series of hang-ups on her cell phone, all through the day and night from an unavailable number. Then, yesterday, she found a small gift box in the mailbox of their shared home. When she pried it open, there was a pair of black satin panties inside with nothing else.
That’s when she contacted us. Before she confronts him again, and feels like a fool, she wants to know for certain if he’s cheating.
Since our job with Rob Trek, Trixsters has been quiet. We’ve had a few inquiries about our services, but nothing that has resulted in our moonlighting. The timing is excellent since I’ve been with Walker every night.
This email from Bailey brings us back into the mix, and I need to figure out a plan.
Maren has been mostly out of touch for a few days, sequestered in a hotel for a high-level internet security seminar. Our communication has been limited to brief calls and a few emails. She comes back tonight, so I send her a quick text to call me before she gets home.
The phone rings in my hand less than two seconds after I hit send.
“That was quick,” I answer.
“I’m free! No more techie, geek speak for three whole days! We are going out to celebrate!” Maren yells so loud I have to yank the phone away from my ear.
“I take it you haven’t gotten my text?”
“I think something just came through. I heard a beep. What’s up?”
I fill her in on Bailey’s message and the latest happenings with her fiancé.
“Oh my God, I know Bailey. She’s engaged to one of Carlton’s college friends. I haven’t seen her in ages, but I’m not surprised at this information. He could be a real dick. I think I introduced you once.”
I rack my brain, trying to recall if I’ve met Bailey. One party last year comes to mind where Maren dragged me in kicking and screaming. A woman pops into my head. “Was she the cute blonde with the killer red dress?”
“Yep, that was her.”
“She was sweet, a little mousy, but sweet.”
“Yes, she is sweet, too sweet for fucking Justin. But who am I to talk? I was a dumbass for a long time.”
“We have to help her.” My heart clenches for this woman, thinking about the parallels between her and Maren. A lifetime of misery.
“I agree. New plan, I’m coming straight to your house and we’ll strategize. Then dinner and drinks with Nina and Rachel.”
“I have plans with Walker.”
“You always have plans with Walker. Tonight, you have plans with us. We’ll Uber because I’m drinking. My brain is filled with too much mumbo-jumbo. I need to decompress. You can go to him afterwards, when you’re lit up. Imagine how much fun drunk sex will be.”
“Sex with Walker is never fun. Mind-blowing, toe-curling, window-shaking, life-altering—yes, but fun is not a word I’d use.”
“Now, you’re being a bragging bitch. Maybe you can help me find my own Walker Scott. I need to get laid, and I have tomorrow off.”
“I’m not sure our little city could support two Walker Scotts.”
“Bitch,” she repeats.
“Okay, come over now. I’m finished for the day.”
“See you soon.” She hangs up.
I peek at the time and know Walker is still knee deep in work. It’s only four-thirty, and he’s been working until at least seven each night. He can’t tell me much, but he’s shared it’s a case he’s working with SLED dealing with a car theft ring. It’s obvious he’s tired and frustrated, but when he sees me, his whole demeanor changes. I try to keep his mind off work every second he’s with me, and it seems to work.
Since the night I returned from Myrtle Beach, there has been a colossal shift in my relationship with Walker, and it’s more than the endless nights and mornings of sex. When he told me we had crossed into new territory, I didn’t catch on right away. But from that moment, he’s proved there was nothing casual about our relationship.
We are now an us, and I am completely in love with him. Three weeks is all it took for me to fall head over ass in love with Walker Scott. Truthfully, I think I fell in love the second he kissed me before our first date.
No second-guesses, no turning back, I was all in. Part of me was scared to death, seeing as I’d never really dated before, and now, I was ruined. If we didn’t work out, no man would ever live up to him. But the other part of me pushed those thoughts to the side, because if that happens, I know I’d be a bonafide cat lady for the rest of my life.
And I’m allergic to cats.
Instead of calling and interrupting his afternoon, I send him a short text.
Me- I’m going to dinner and drinks with Maren tonight. I’ll stay at my place and not wak
e you up.
My phone rings almost instantly, his name flashing in the screen.
“Hi.”
“We’ll stay at my place. Call me when you’re ready and I’ll come get you,” he informs me in greeting.
“It may be late. I don’t want to wake you.”
“Won’t matter.”
“Don’t be silly. Maren’s free of the corporate handcuffs and has tomorrow off. No telling what the night will bring.”
“That’s exactly why you’re coming to me. Because in the last few minutes, I’ve discovered that it’s not only you and Maren, it’s Nina and Rachel, too. And if rumor has it straight, Maren’s on the prowl for a man because she hasn’t been properly laid in forever. Now that her best friend gets, and I quote, ‘mind-blowing, toe-curling, window-shaking, life-altering’ sex, she’s feeling left out. You are not on that mission because you already have a stud, Nina’s making plans to help her.”
Heat flames up my neck and face. “Please tell me that Nina did not announce that to the entire police station.”
“Anyone within a one-mile radius heard her.”
“No! That’s not for public knowledge!”
“I’ve come to learn there aren’t many secrets in your crew. You’re the one who shared the details with Maren. For the record, I don’t mind.”
“Of course, you don’t mind. She’s labeled you a stud. How the hell can I show my face to those people?”
“Baby, this is not news to them. Remember, the Captain heard you through the phone the first morning. His mouth is as big as your friends’.”
“He didn’t know it was me.”
“Babe, don’t insult the man. He’s not a complete idiot. I wasn’t shy about my intentions with you.”
“So, everyone you work with thinks I’m easy?”
“Emi,” he says low in warning. “Now, you’re insulting me.”
His rough voice sends a little tingle over my skin. Without being in the same room, he can still affect me. Desire surges through my veins, thinking about that same voice, demanding things from my body like no one else. The embarrassment disappears, replaced with a new feeling. A faint moan escapes, thinking about going to him after a night of drinking. Maren was right; drunk sex with Walker is something to look forward to.
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