by S. E. Rose
He reaches over and grabs my hand, placing it on the stick shift. “You ready?”
I nod. And before I can say “yes,” he guns it, and I fly back into my seat screaming. Then, I start laughing as we fly around the track, faster than I’ve ever driven in my entire life.
Grady tries to explain things to me as he drives. He calls out terms like “apex” and “banking,” but I don’t really understand, and I’m too focused on the sheer excitement and adrenaline of flying on the ground.
Every time he makes a sudden turn in the car, I scream in terror and delight. It’s like a roller coaster that’s gone off the track.
When we finally come to a stop, I realize my heart is racing and my throat is raw from screaming. He turns to me. All I can see are his eyes because of the helmet, but I can tell he’s grinning.
“What’d you think?”
“Oh. My. God,” I manage, my hands still gripping various parts of the car.
He laughs and opens his door, removing his helmet and coming around to open the door for me.
I get out and he pulls my helmet off. “I…” I trail off because words fail me.
He’s laughing now and leans in to plant a kiss on my lips.
I look up at him in awe of this man who can command not only any audience with his voice but also a car going a hundred-some miles per hour.
“You are amazing!” I announce, my arms flying around his neck as I kiss him, really kiss him. He doesn’t waste a moment and returns my kiss, lifting me off the ground in his embrace. We don’t pull back until the hooting and hollering of some people in the garage interrupts our make-out session.
“Get a room!” Hedges’s voice calls out from nearby. We pull back and grin like fools at each other.
“Thank you,” I murmur. He raises an eyebrow. I shake my head while still grinning. “The kiss was nice, but I meant for the experience and for sharing this part of you with me.”
“I want to share everything with you,” he says as he lets me slide down his body and stand back onto my own two feet. I wobble slightly, but not from the adrenaline leaving my body. I’m pretty sure it’s from his words, his voice is so sincere that I swear my heart skips a beat.
I draw a line over his lips and gently shake my head. “How was I so very wrong about you?”
He presses his forehead to mine. “Because I’m very good at acting. Remember, my mom is a famous actress; it’s in my blood.”
I don’t know what it is about that statement that jars a thought loose in my brain, but I step back and look up at him.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, stepping toward me in concern.
“Acting,” I say slowly.
He furrows his brows trying to understand me.
I hold up a hand. “What if…what if you can draw out the stalker…by acting?” I look into his eyes and see further puzzlement.
I lean against the car, letting my mind fully explore the thought before I speak. “What if…we set a trap? I mean, we’d need the police and your security team on standby and we’d have to be careful, but it could be done.”
“I-I don’t know, Emma. I mean, what if someone gets hurt. I think we should let the police handle it.”
“But they aren’t!” I say exasperatedly. “They haven’t made any major discoveries in weeks and this was going on before you met me, right? So…” I trail off because I realize how crazy I sound. “Never mind, you’re right. I’m being brazen, and it’s a dangerous idea. I don’t want you or anyone else getting hurt.” I feel silly for even suggesting it now, what was I thinking?
He brushes his gloved hand over my cheek. The leather is warm and smooth, and I almost want to tell him to keep the gloves on for now as a shiver of excitement runs through my body. I close my eyes and try to rein in my scattered thoughts. I need to have control. I can’t be thinking sexy thoughts, crime-solving ideas, and my feelings all at once. I feel my heart begin to slow with each deep breath.
“It’s not a bad idea, Emma. And…I have thought the same thing until what happened with Muffin. I just…let’s see how this week goes,” he says.
I nod, and he leans down to kiss me once more before taking my hand. “Come on.”
I let him pull me back to Hedges.
“Thanks, man. That was awesome,” he says as he shakes hands with his friend.
“Anytime. And you are welcome to ride along anytime as well, Emma,” Hedges offers as he holds out a hand.
I lean up and kiss his cheek, and he blushes.
“Later, Hedges,” Grady says as he pulls me along toward the exit. Once we are outside and away from prying eyes, he presses me against his car. Leaning down, his nose trailing along my cheek, he whispers, “I hope you don’t mind missing your homework time tonight because I’m taking you back to the inn, peeling these clothes off you, feasting on your sweet pussy, running my cock up and down your wetness until you are begging me to fuck you…then I’m going to make you come, again and again until you tell me you can’t come anymore. Then, we’ll start all over. This time, I’m not stopping until you pass out.”
My body trembles with excitement from his dirty words, and I squirm beneath him as he presses his erection against my belly.
“You feel that,” he murmurs as his lips brush over my jaw.
I nod.
“You’re going to feel so much more,” he adds as he releases me and walks around the car to get in the driver’s seat.
I stand there, mouth gaping, heart racing, as I try to quell the need that’s blossoming throughout my body. I physically ache for this man.
“Get in, my little investigator. We have things to do.”
I jump in the car without thinking another thought. Grady’s driving mirrors his race car skills as he breaks every speed limit to get back to the inn in record time.
Grady
The door is barely shut when I turn and stalk toward Emma. Her chest is already rising and falling with short breaths as she locks eyes with me.
“Clothes off,” I command as I begin stripping. She complies, and in a matter of seconds, we are naked.
This time, the light trickles in from the window and I can see every beautiful inch of her body. She looks like an angel. Her blonde hair falls over her shoulders, partly covering her breasts. Her nipples peek through and taunt me to suck on them. The gentle curves of her body are in stark contrast to the normally angular bodies of the supermodels I’ve messed around with as of late. Emma is all woman, and while she is still thin, she looks healthy and how a woman should look.
I’m mesmerized by her hips and her breasts. I step forward, skimming my hand over her flesh. Her skin rises with goose bumps in response to my touch. Something about that makes me primal.
I want to make her mine, all mine.
I walk us back to the bed and give her a small push. She falls on it with a bounce and looks up at me, her mouth open in surprise. I take advantage of that and slowly trace her lips before inserting a finger inside. She sucks on it, flicking the tip with her tongue, and my cock jolts from the intense sensation.
I pull my finger out as I push her legs apart and settle between them. She’s arched up, her elbows propping her up on the bed. She watches me as I lick and suck my way up her thigh to her center. I run my wet finger through her folds, and she throws back her head, moaning. She looks like every man’s wet dream. She’s pure fantasy, and she’s all mine. I lean down following the path of my finger with my tongue, my eyes never leaving her face as ecstasy washes over her features. Her elbows relax and her head falls back onto the pillows as I slowly sink a finger into her hot, wet channel.
She squirms beneath me. I pull my finger out for a moment as I push her feet up and press them on either side of my face. Her folds stretch open, revealing all of her to me. Her glistening pussy is like a siren calling my name as I slowly circle her sex, my tongue diving inside her, tasting her.
She whimpers and her hands come up to grab my hair. I pull back, taking her hands in mi
ne and pressing them to her calves. “Hold your legs open, baby. I need access to all of you,” I murmur. She looks down at me but does what I command.
I take my fingers and spread her farther open, my tongue lapping at her folds in quick successions. I let one finger circle her clit. She gives out a small, needy cry.
“I need—”
“I know what you need,” I state in a low voice. “You’ll get it when I’m ready for you to have it. Right now, I want to become intimately affiliated with this part of you.”
And with those words, I slowly sink my tongue inside her, flicking up repeatedly. Her whole body shakes as I continue my assault on her hot flesh. And I begin rubbing her swollen bud with my finger, stroking it back and forth as fast as I can. I can feel her on the edge. But it’s when she cries out, my name echoing into the void of the room that I know I’ve taken her to a new level of pleasure. I can feel her body convulse around my tongue, but also every other part of her is tremoring. The bed shakes with the force of her orgasm. I lap at her release, slowly stopping my movements. I lick her sex one last time prior to slowly kissing my way up her body, stopping to pay homage to both breasts before kissing her lips and letting her taste her release on my tongue.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” she groans. “What are you doing to me?”
“Worshipping you,” I say. “Your friend Kate might be a princess, but you are a motherfucking queen, and you should be treated like one.”
She trembles in my arms as I slowly sink into her. Her legs are still bent. I press them to the side, taking a foot in each hand, I pull them open and out, holding them there as I pound into her. She reaches behind her looking for something to grip. Her hands find the headboard. She looks like sex personified, with her body splayed to me, her arms stretched out as though cuffed to the bed.
“A fucking fantasy,” I pant as I thrust harder and deeper, her hips tilting, allowing her body to accept me as deep as I can go. I hit the end of her channel and her body begins to convulse again.
“Don’t stop,” she cries out as I feel her peak again around my dick. Her pleading makes me feel like a king like I’m the most powerful man in the world. I continue going, not stopping, until I bring a second orgasm from her. Then I let go, grunting my release as I hold her legs in the air and thrust my pelvis as hard as I can, her fluttering muscles milking me as I twitch inside her.
I roll over and lie on the bed, grasping her hand as we both come back down from our highs.
I’m surprised a moment later when she leans over me and takes my semi-hard cock into her mouth.
“Sweet Jesus,” I moan. Her tongue and her lips suction me in a way I never thought possible, and I’ve gotten some amazing BJs in my life.
“Yes, baby, just like that,” I coax as I grasp her hair and guide her head up and down on me. I’m so close again. “I’m going to…” I trail off, and she doubles her efforts, clearly not caring that I’m going to coat her throat with my release.
When I come, it’s almost too much. My cock is so sensitive that I pull her head away a moment after I finish. I grip my shaft and let the last few drops ooze over my fingers.
“Fuck, that was intense,” I mutter.
“Was I…” She stops talking and blushes. I reach up and stroke her cheek, running my thumb over her glistening lips.
“Perfect, fucking perfect,” I encourage. She leans down and kisses me. I brush her hair away from her face and smile at her. “Now, let’s do that again.”
She giggles as I pull her over me, ready to start again.
Chapter Twenty-Six
I hear buzzing. It stops and I slowly start to sink back into a deep sleep, when it starts again. My eyes flutter open. Emma is wrapped around me like a vine, our legs intertwined, her arm under mine. Her breathing is slow and deep. I reach over and pick up my phone that somehow managed to stay on the bed along with pants that landed here yesterday. I look at the time and see it’s early, seven in the morning.
There are twelve texts and two missed calls, all from Rhett and my heart starts hammering. I open them.
Rhett: Someone broke into my fucking house!
Rhett: Pick up the damn phone!
Rhett: MF- I’m serious! Stop fucking and answer me.
Rhett: Benson and Dean are here.
I keep reading the texts, all of them with a sense of urgency and fear.
I slowly and carefully untangle myself from Emma and pull on my boxer briefs. I walk to the balcony and slide the door shut behind me before pressing call.
“Where the fuck are you?” Rhett’s voice yells.
“I was sleeping.”
“You always answer.”
I want to explain I had a sex marathon of epic proportions that the universe has never seen before and my body entered a state of Zen that’s otherworldly, but I don’t think Rhett would appreciate that at the moment.
“I was exhausted. What’s happening? Someone broke into your house?” I ask.
“Jackie and I were sleeping. I heard a noise and then a crash. The new security team had just installed the motions sensors inside but hadn’t finished all the outside installation on the far side of the house because something needed rewiring over there. Whoever it was, got in over there but tripped inside and set off the motion sensor in the dining room. They managed to get out of the house before I was even out of my bedroom. Dude, this is insane. I…Jackie is still a crying mess. She doesn’t want to stay here ever again. The cops are here still trying to find evidence. The security team is helping them. They caught an image this time though.”
“Thank God!”
“It’s not good though. It’s definitely a dude like we thought. He was wearing all black and had a gaiter covering most of his face. He had a cap on, and you can’t really see anything. He’s about six feet tall though. They are doing some analytics because they want to see if there’s something on his cheek, right by his hairline. Maybe a scar or cut or tattoo or something.”
I sigh and run a hand through my hair. “Well, it’s something. Shit, I’m sorry. That’s terrifying. I’m just glad you had some of the security stuff set up already. Considering what happened a few days ago…shit, I don’t want to even think about it.”
“I know,” he replies.
The slider opens behind me, and I feel Emma’s warm arms wrap around my waist as she presses a kiss to my tense back.
“I’ll be back tonight. I’ll call you when I get home,” I say to him.
“Be careful. Jackie and I are heading out to my brother’s cabin for a bit and Max is going to visit his dad in Chicago. It’s time to get out of Dodge for a while.”
I pound my hand on the railing. “Fuck,” I curse under my breath.
“You still going to your mom’s place?” Rhett asks.
“Yeah, I’m just stopping by the house tonight to get clothes and stuff.”
“Be careful,” Rhett says. “And call me when you get settled at Blythe’s. The security team has assured me that all our security measures will be fully in place by tonight. So, expect some security guys at your house in addition to all the tech stuff.”
“I will.”
“OK, twatwaffle. I gotta go check on Jackie. I love you, brother.”
“Love you, too, fuckknob.”
We hang up, and I stare out at the vineyard. Everything seems so calm. It’s eerily silent in comparison to the blood pounding through my body at a speed that can’t be good for my heart.
“What’s wrong?” Emma asks, her body still against mine.
“He broke into Rhett’s house,” I reply, turning to pull her against me.
Her hand flies to her mouth. “Oh my God! Is he alright? What happened?”
I rub her back and press her against me, pressing my chin to the top of her head. “The security firm is putting in new video and motion sensors. They hadn’t finished one side of the house yet. The guy got in but set off a motion sensor in the dining room. He managed to get out before Rhett even left his be
droom. They didn’t catch him but got some security video of him. It’s a guy but aside from his height, we don’t have anything else yet.”
“Jesus. So, what now?” she asks.
“Rhett and Jackie are heading out today to a cabin. Max is gonna visit his dad. And you and I are going to Malibu.”
She pulls back and looks up at me. “You…and I?”
“Yes, I’m not leaving you in that shitty apartment with no security but someone outside. No fucking way.”
She shakes her head. “No…I have class. I can’t be away from school.”
I press my lips together because I know I’m going to say the wrong thing and piss her off.
“Hold on, I have to make another call.”
I phone my mom and explain what happened. Emma walks back into the room, and I hear the shower turn on. Inside, I’m seething because I want to be in that shower with Emma and not dealing with fucking stalker bullshit, but I grow a pair and focus on what my mother is saying.
“I think you two should come stay at my apartment. I can go out to Malibu,” she states as though reading my mind.
“Thanks, Mom. I really appreciate it. I was scrambling for what to do because Emma still needs to be in class,” I explain as I run a hand over my face.
“It’s not a problem, pumpkin. Your new security team is great, by the way. They’ve been working with mine. It’ll be fine. We will get through this. Now, go spend the afternoon with your girl and give her my love,” Mom says before making a kissing sound and hanging up.
I take a moment to steady myself, focusing on the serene vista before me. I turn to go back in and am greeted with a sight for sore eyes. A naked Emma is sitting cross-legged on the bed with her hair wrapped in a towel, a pen between her lips, and a laptop in front of her. She doesn’t even notice me as she types furiously at the keyboard. I watch her, studying the lines of her body again. Her pink nail-polished toes make me grin for reasons I can’t explain. A strand of wet blonde hair falls from the towel, and she pushes it aside absentmindedly as she continues typing. I decide to sit out here for a little while and let her work before I make her spend the rest of the day in bed with me, maybe giving us a small break for a bottle of wine and some food.