“Garrett,” she tries to complain, but it comes out in a moan.
I pinch and roll her nipples, dropping my mouth to her exposed pulse right at her coffee stain birthmark. I lick and nip until she relents, leaning her head back to give be better access. I’m glad my persuasive ways work as well as they do. Emily’s always ready for me. She doesn’t use sex as a weapon. She gives herself to me freely and I respect the hell out of that. I never have to wonder what I need to do to get her in bed. Our relationship isn’t a barter system where I’m required to do certain things and only then will she reward me with her body. I love her for that and so much more.
I thread one hand into her leggings, pushing her thong to the side and slip a finger deep inside her wet pussy. Emily groans and rocks her hips against my hand while I press my hard dick to her soft ass. Using my thumb to circle her clit as I finger her, I can feel her walls closing around me. Her orgasms rips through her body as she clutches the edge of the island to remain upright.
I don’t wait for her to come down before I yank her leggings down and deposit her naked ass on the butcher block. I capture her mouth in a possessive kiss as I release my cock from my jeans, barely lowering them beyond my hips. I drag her toward the edge and push her to lay back with my hand on her chest. Then I surge forward in one thrust, filling her completely.
I wait a breath for her to adjust, shoving her shirt up and pulling her bra down so I can get my mouth on her pink nipples. When Emily locks her ankles around my back, I start to move. I keep my face in her tits, biting and sucking. Her tiny hands tug at my hair, leading my face to hers. She wants my mouth.
I kiss her fervently, thrusting my tongue in rhythm with my dick. She’s moaning and whimpering into my mouth with pleasure. I take her harder and kiss her roughly. I feel the need to mark her today. I don’t know why it’s more intense today. I always feel the need to let the world know she’s mine. I want her smell like me. I want her to spend her day with a flush on her cheeks that I put there. I want her lips swollen from my mouth. I want her pussy drenched in my come. She’s mine.
I nip her bottom lip just as her nails dig into my scalp. I swallow her screams before releasing her mouth in order to tip my head back and roar as I fill her to the brim. I slow my strokes and look down at the sexy woman under me.
Swollen lips.
Flushed cheeks.
Sex-hazed golden green eyes.
A small, satisfied smile creasing her cheek.
“Feel better?” she asks, running her hand along my jaw.
“Yeah,” I grunt.
I keep my dick buried in her as I take her mouth in a slow passionate kiss. I tangle and massage, drinking her in. My cock’s coming back to life when I hear Jordan’s Corvette pulling up to the house. I kiss her lips once more before standing up.
“Jordan,” I growl.
“Oh God!” she squeals, pushing me away and scrambling into her leggings.
She rushes to the sink and grabs antibacterial wipes from beneath it, returning to scour the island. Two seconds later Jordan and Cody stride in the new front door at the end of the house where Cody decided it should be. He was right. It makes the room twice as big and adds an entryway that was missing before.
“It’s snowin’ like crazy,” Jordan announces. “And it smells like pie and pussy in here.”
“Jordan!” Emily screeches.
“Please tell me you discovered a recipe for pussy pie. We’ll be millionaires,” he continues to taunt her.
“Cody’s standing right next to you,” she points out with a panicked voice.
His cheeks are a little red from embarrassment. I’m sure the image of me fucking Emily isn’t one he’s comfortable with. He loves her like a sister. Nobody wants to think about their sister getting laid.
“I’m sure Cody would love pussy pie too.”
“Jordan Monroe, you are a disgusting human being. Shut your mouth before I’m forced to wash it out with soap.”
“Sharp, you must not be doin’ it right. She’s supposed to be calm and relaxed now.”
Jordan flops into a kitchen chair while Cody looks at me with humor in his dark green eyes.
“He does it just fine. And I was calm and relaxed until you came in here on a mission to humiliate me. I wasn’t planning on you ruining my afterglow because I wasn’t planning on doing it. But Garrett can be quite convincing and I’m making pie, which leaves nice gaps in time. Oh…Cody, cover your ears!” she squeals, slamming a hand over her mouth.
I burst out laughing along with Jordan and Cody. She can’t help the ranting anymore. It happens all the time. Jordan says it’s like she had a filter before where she chose her words carefully in order not to give anyone too much. Now she just lets it fly. I gave her that. A comfortable place where she can be who she is.
Emily snickers a little behind her hand before turning to face me. I wrap my arms around her and palm her ass, pressing my lips to her crease.
“Love you,” I mumble into her skin.
“I love you too. I need to go clean up,” she whispers.
I pat her ass and she moves. The irrational irritation that she’s going to clean my come off her settles over me. I always have this reaction. Every fucking time. I don’t voice it. I know it’s nuts, but I experience this possessive feeling and I can’t rid myself of it. If anything, it’s getting worse.
Emily’s officially lived here for a week now, but she’s been living with me for six weeks at this point. Jordan’s buying her house. He moved in last weekend, keeping most of her furniture. Well, the shit that he deemed not too girly.
“I don’t think Em’s family’s gonna make it up,” Jordan informs me as Cody flops on our massive charcoal suede sectional.
I join Jordan at the table with two beers in my hand, glancing out the windows. Snow is pouring from the sky, whipping powdery streaks in the wind.
“Shit,” I huff.
Emily’s been so excited for her family to be here for the holiday. She really wants me to meet her father. I’ve never done the meet the parents thing. I’m not nervous about it. I don’t get nervous. But, it means something to Emily so she’ll be disappointed in the blizzard putting a damper on her plans.
“Yeah, Jordan just got here,” Emily says into her phone as she floats back in the room wearing a loose pair of black sweats.
“I know. I just really wanted to do this. I’ll call you tomorrow and maybe we can Skype or something.”
She pauses, listening to her dad with her hips leaning against the counter.
“I love you too. Bye.”
“The storm’s worse in Kansas City. They’re expecting over a foot before tomorrow,” Emily tells us, walking over to me with a sad look on her face.
I pull her down onto my lap, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“We can go down to Kansas City next weekend, Em. You know I love a road trip,” Jordan tries to cheer her up.
“Okay,” she says through a sigh, nuzzling into my neck.
“You good with me crashin’ here? My ’Vette’s not great in the snow,” Jordan asks me.
“Sure,” I grunt.
“Come on, Cody. Let’s get our game on.”
Jordan climbs to his feet only to flop next to Cody, sliding his headset on. They won’t move for hours now.
“Sorry, Sugar,” I murmur into Emily’s hair.
“I’ve never been away from my dad at the holidays since my mom died. She loved holidays, Garrett. Our house was always decorated. She changed towels based on the seasons. There were little knick-knacks that she put up for the month before each holiday. I’m not great at that kind of thing, but I hope I will be once I have kids,” she says quietly.
It’s the first time she’s mentioned kids. I don’t know if it’s an opening to discuss where we’re going or if she’s just talking.
“You’ll be great at it,” I assure her.
I have no question she’ll be an amazing mother. She’s so attentive to the people she l
oves. There’s not a moment in a day when she’s not considering someone or something she can do for them. The way she is with Cody fills me with warmth that I steal every time I witness it. She’s love personified and I’m sure that will only grow with her own children.
“I want a bunch of kids. I was a surprise as my mom liked to call it. With my dad’s military career, they weren’t planning on kids until later in life. One night, too much wine and I showed up nine months later. My mother sacrificed living with her husband so she could raise me in one place surrounded by family. She gave me everything. I knew she would do anything for me. My dad too. He just wasn’t around to make things happen.
“But their separation meant I didn’t get any siblings. I understand that now, but I wanted a little brother or sister so badly. I wanted a partner in crime, someone to play with. So I’m definitely having more than one. I’d like more than two if I’m honest. Even though I lost my mom way too early, I want what I had with her. It wasn’t nearly enough time, but it was the best time of my life being with her. Well, until I got you,” she finishes sweetly with a smile on her face as she gazes up at me.
“You’ll be an awesome mom, Emily,” I whisper, pressing my lips to hers.
“Do you want kids?” she asks timidly.
No. I don’t want kids. I had shit for examples in parenting. I can’t imagine I’d be any good at it. The care and love Emily has doesn’t exist in me. You need that to be a good parent. The grunting and growling that I do wouldn’t be good for a kid. And if I did have kids, I’d be so protective they’d hate me. I’m not cut out to be a parent. I’m not cut out to be a husband either. But with Emily on my lap talking about a future and wanting to know if I can be a part of it, I want to try. I want to try to be the man she sees when she looks at me like I’m her world.
“You’re not Daryl,” Emily says fiercely, sensing my hesitation. “You’re an amazing man, Garrett Sharp. The way you are with Cody melts my heart. You have so much patience and understanding with him. I can imagine it’s scary for you to break out of that mold, but you have. You don’t need to try to be anything but what you are. Because you’re everything a child would wish for in a parent. Think about it. Take a moment to consider what you missed as a little boy. You wanted someone to feed you, care for you, keep you safe and love you. Would you do those things for a child? Of course you would and so much more. You do those things now with Cody, Hunter and Alyssa. Don’t let your parents ruin the opportunity for you to give children that gift.”
“Mouth,” I growl and she instantly complies.
I hold her face with my rough hands and devour her. She sees so much in me. I don’t know how, but she peers all the way to the depths of my wicked soul and sees good. And fuck if I don’t feel good when she’s looking at me.
Our tongues mingle slowly with passion. I’m ready to take her to bed and say fuck Thanksgiving. Emily’s nails dig into my shoulders as our kiss turns hungry. I tip her head to the side to get better access as I swallow a desire-filled moan. When she sucks my tongue and nips my bottom lip, it’s time to head to the bedroom.
“Gross!” Jordan shouts, breaking our moment.
Emily smiles against my mouth. I don’t smile. I’m annoyed at the interruption. I press one last firm kiss to her lips before asking, “How many?”
“How many kids do I want?” she clarifies my grunted question.
I nod.
“Four maybe more. I’m not getting any younger so I may have to change my plans. But I’ve always wanted four.”
“Have to add on,” I growl.
“Add on what?”
“To the house. We don’t have enough bedrooms.”
Emily’s eyes fill with tears as she studies my face intently.
“Really?” she asks in the quietest of whispers.
“Cody’s already taken one room and I don’t want him to feel like he doesn’t have a place to come home to once he’s in college. That leaves just the guest room. We’ll need a guest room. So that means we need four more bedrooms. We have to add on for that,” I explain.
“I wasn’t asking about the addition, Garrett. You’d really consider having kids with me?” she asks in shock.
“I want it all with you, Sugar. I don’t know if I’ll be any good at it, but if you want it, then so do I,” I answer honestly.
A few tears leak from her eyes as she gazes at me like I’m her world. Her golden green eyes flickering with love and appreciation.
“You’ll be the best father,” she assures me. “I love you so much.”
“Not as much as I love you.”
“Thank you for talking about this with me. Adam would never talk about family or our future beyond work. I know it’s early for us, but it’s nice to know we’re on the same page.”
Adam’s a fucking worthless piece of shit. I’ve been with Emily for a few weeks and I want it for a lifetime. I’ll compromise and make whatever adjustments are needed to make this work with her. The fact that Adam couldn’t do that tells me he’s a bigger idiot than I give him credit for. I’m happy he’s a blind asshole because his loss has been my gain.
“You can always talk to me, Sugar. I may not be great at conversation, but I’ll always listen.”
“I’m not pressuring you am I? That was a lot to spring on you. Something about talkin’ to my dad made me think about bein’ a parent. I miss my mom so much at this time of year. But for the first time, I’m not sad. I’m happy that I have you and Cody. I’ve kept to myself so much since she died. I would never spend time with anyone but Jordan and that’s because he’s relentless. I have a life now…a great life and I want to share it. I’m not gonna do something stupid to trap you or anything. Don’t think that.
“I’m not crazy. You can monitor my birth control if you want. I can take them in front of you and stick out my tongue like they do in the movies. But every time you see that, the person has still hidden their drugs. I don’t know how to do that though. So don’t worry. Or if you want to use condoms, we can. I won’t poke holes in them. Does that even work? I guess it does, but that is beyond my comprehension. I don’t want to trick you. I wouldn’t do that,” she finishes strongly.
I smirk at her rant even though she’s pissing me off. Does she really think I don’t trust her? If she wants kids, I’ll give her kids. If she wants to get married, I’ll meet her at the altar. If she wants me to fly her to the moon, I’ll buy her a spaceship. I’ll do anything…everything.
“You’re pissin’ me off, Emily,” I growl, leaning into her face. “I trust you. That shit doesn’t come easy for me so don’t question it. You wanna get pregnant all you have to do is tell me. I’ll enjoy the practice. You wanna quit takin’ your birth control today, that’s fine. You wanna wait a few months, fine by me. You want four kids, we’re gonna have to get started sooner rather than later.”
“It’s only been a few weeks,” she says guiltily.
“And?” I retort with a lifted brow.
“I’m afraid I’ll scare you away.”
That’s it. I’m fucking fuming. I stand up abruptly, shocking her into a squeal. I keep her in my arms as I stalk up the stairs, avoiding the shit-eating grin smeared on Jordan’s face. Emily’s silent as I move, clinging to my shoulders.
I kick the door shut, making the walls vibrate from the force I use. Emily jumps, but still doesn’t say anything. I deposit her on our bed and turn my back, pacing back and forth a few times. I need to calm down. I need to breathe.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers and I break.
I spin around and roar, “Stop fucking apologizing!”
Emily doesn’t flinch. She holds her ground, watching me closely from the edge of the bed.
“Do you think I’m a pussy?” I snarl.
“No,” she answers instantly.
“Do you think I’m a coward?”
“No.”
“Do you believe I love you?”
“Yes.”
“Do you have any fuc
kin’ clue how much?”
“Yes.”
“No, you fuckin’ don’t. If you did, you would never be worried about scarin’ me away. I told you I was never letting you go. I meant that shit. I still mean it and I mean it more now than the first time I said it. Time is an illusion, Emily. I spent eight years in a cell and it felt like ten lifetimes. I’ve spent six weeks with you and it feels like a second of time has passed. And, in that second, I’ve experienced more life than I did in all those lifetimes I lost.
“I’m not Adam fuckin’ Warren. I’m a man. I don’t do conversation well, but I do my best to show you every day what you mean to me. If I’m not doin’ that right, you need to tell me. I’ll do better. But don’t fuckin’ question how I feel about you. I feel nothing unless I’m with you. You give me life.”
“You give me life,” she says tenderly. Then she beams a smile at me and all my anger fades into the warmth she’s giving me.
“I wanna have a baby,” she announces through her grin.
“Now?” I grunt.
“Soon.”
“You wanna get married first?” I ask, prowling to her.
“Okay,” she whispers as I drive her further onto the bed, covering her body with mine.
“You wanna pick your ring?”
“No.”
I take her mouth. I plunge my tongue between her soft lips and grind my dick against her. I’d marry her tomorrow if the courthouse was open. I’m not concerned with time. I know you can lose your life in a breath. I know what a waste years of planning can be. I know nothing is guaranteed. But, the opportunity to love Emily is one I refuse to squander. She wants me. I don’t deserve her. I have her though and I’m not stupid. I’ll give her the life she wants. I’ll give her everything in my power and if I can’t give it to her, I’ll find a way to make that shit happen anyway.
I move my mouth to her neck when she’s gasping for breath. I lick and bite, trying to control my intensity. She doesn’t need a hickey.
“Throw your birth control away,” I growl into her ear.
“Okay,” she moans in a relieved tone as I palm her tit.
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