Part 19 (1/2)
Standing up from my crouched position, sensing she's in no mood for games, I bend my body over hers, at the same time bracing my arms on either side of her face. I lick her bottom lip as her head comes off the bed, demanding further attention.
”I'm gonna f.u.c.k your t.i.ts.”
Rather than be offended by my cra.s.s statement, Em moves her hands to her bra and offers me a full view of what's in front of me. Her eyes narrow as I make no move to continue at her pace. I'm not ready to give in.
Once I've crawled to straddle on top of her, Em surprises me by taking my c.o.c.k into her mouth again. The warm feel of her tongue maneuvering around the head of my c.o.c.k forces me to still. My hands brace above her and my hips thrust in and out twice. Before I allow her to do what she wants, which is take control, I look down and watch as her hands and mouth work me hard.
”Emilyn.” Because I've called her out of her concentration, her head twists in my direction.
She's f.u.c.king smirking.
My eyebrows lift in question before she places my c.o.c.k in the middle of her chest. The soft flesh of her skin is warm.
”Greedy,” I explain out loud exactly what she is. ”Spread your legs.”
Em maneuvers under me and after she's kicked off the rest of her jeans, her thighs spread. With her thong still in place, I reach between us, move it to the side and slide into her slick core without waiting for her to undress completely.
My arm wraps around the back of her shoulders, pulling her closer into my neck and chest.
”Mouth,” I hiss before she closes the distance between us and gives me what I want.
For the next thirty minutes, Em continuously gives me what I need. However, I've found by doing so, she's enjoying every f.u.c.king minute just as much as I am.
After we've finished and she comes out of the bathroom, she finds me still lying in the same place she's left me. Her smile is there, but now that we've been reacquainted, I note a shade of concern looming behind her eyes.
”You're thinking again,” I observe out loud.
”I know. Sorry. But it's hard not to.”
”Come here,” I demand as I stretch my arm out, giving her room to lie next to me.
She does as she's told and drapes her arm across my waist. Her hair is wet from the shower and she smells clean, like fresh linens. I quickly let go of the thoughts of Casey and how her room smells void of anything fresh.
”I saw Dee Dee,” I tell her, not able to let go of club thoughts completely.
”What?” she asks with shock, sitting up and looking at me directly. ”You did?”
”I did,” I admit. ”I've seen her a couple of times now.”
”How is she?”
”As good as she can be, I think,” I answer with the honest truth, not choosing to elaborate.
”Did she say anything about you being there?”
”No. I offered to help her get out, though.”
Em draws in a breath. I'm unsure if it's hope or fear. ”Do you think you can?”
”I know I can. It's a matter of if she'd let me.”
”Do you think she'll let you?”
”No, Em. I don't. Creed's all she's known for a long time. When you're surrounded in a life like they have there, you don't just pick up and walk away.”
”You did,” she tells me. ”You left wherever you were.”
”I left because it fell apart. Bad things happen and when they do, a person has to decide how they want to live. I'm not sure Dee Dee will make the choice, but I do know it has to be her decision. I just gave her an option.”
Emma turns her head and kisses my chest softly. Her fingers run the expanse of it before resting on my left piercing.
Kissing the crown of her head, we sit in silence together, each thinking of what's happening around us and understanding we have no control over any of it.
”I need to check back in at the club,” I tell Em as I start to sit up.
She releases me and pulls back to give me room to grab my phone. ”I'll start unpacking what we bought today.”
”I'll be out in a few minutes.”
”Okay.”
After watching Em change out of her robe, I wait until I know she's gone.
The call to Viktor goes through and he answers his office phone on the first ring, but doesn't speak once it picks up.
Unsure if it's him, I say, ”Still eleven?”
”Eleven,” he tells me before hanging up to disconnect the call.
Chapter Twenty-Two.
Leaving Emma after spending the evening with her was the last thing I wanted to do. She didn't understand why I had to walk out at a moment's notice. But that was all the notice I chose to give her. I didn't want our short time together to be plagued with thoughts of where I was going, or the possibility of when or if I'd ever come back.
The scheduled meeting with Viktor starts in less than fifteen minutes and rather than sit and wait for Dee Dee or Hangar to notice I'm on club grounds, I've decided to check on Casey. Viktor wasn't in his office when I stopped in for the key a few minutes ago.
Anna voiced no issue in giving it to me, though. She only told me to put it back when I was finished.
Once the lock to Casey's room is popped, I knock on the door once, giving her advance warning before entering. When I open it and find her lying in her bed with the covers drawn up to her chin, resting quietly, I decide not to disturb her. Of any person here, it's she who deserves to rest.
”She's okay,” Anna whispers to my back as I step out to close and lock the door as quietly as I can.
Turning around to look at her, I find her fighting a smile. Even though it's only with her eyes, they reflect quiet humor.
”Hey,” I greet, matching her whisper. ”I told you I'd bring back the key.”
”I know, but I didn't want to talk to you in Viktor's office, so I followed after I finished for the night.”