Scornfully Hers (12 page)

Her reaction gnawed deep, deeper into my fears, while I stared at her, horrified and mystified that she didn’t even believe it when I told her that I loved her. This was the first time I’ve ever told a woman that I was in love with them and her rejection of my feelings, again, slashed into me, successfully making me feel like I wasn’t worthy of receiving any love from the people who I cherished most—my mother and then later, my father, even Lindsey’s feelings were questionable, but most of all, Emma’s rejection was a hundred times more potent than the rest of them.

This was why I didn’t do love because feeling this odd sense of helplessness and hopelessness was too familiar for me. The sinking feeling kept pulling me down, making me breathe raggedly before I painfully gazed at Emma, not willing to give her up yet.  “Emma,
please
…”

Blue bright orbs searched my depths, silent and retreating.

Defeated, I sunk to my knees, breathing deeply before bowing my head, gathering strength. Looking up, I penetrated her pained eyes. “I
love
you, Emma. I’ve loved you ever since the first night you spent in my arms. I’ve been in love with you all this time, but I never had the courage
or
strength to tell you how I felt because I was a coward, but being a coward made me lose you and now I’m trying to brave it out for you—face my demons because of my love for you and you alone,” my voice wobbled. “I feel like half a person without you, Em. I can’t function. I need you back; I want you back because I honestly love you.”

She gasped, eyes wide in disbelief before shaking her head in denial.

But I wasn’t done, not by a long shot. “My father used to be so in love with my mom, to the point where nothing made sense to him unless my mother was around, close to him. My mom was his obsession, his drug. But even with his obsessive adoration, my mom cheated on him. One night, she came home and told my father that she was pregnant and the father was her personal trainer. She was going to move in with him… my dad… he was distraught, even then, he begged my mom not to leave him. He even went on and on and promised to love the child she was carrying as his own because he loved everything about her and if the baby was part of the bargain, he’d take it in a heartbeat. Lindsey was too young to understand what was going on. But I did, I saw what love could do to a man. It weakens you and it makes a fool out of you.

“The same night of her revelation, my mom left us. My father, fool that he was, followed her out in a separate car. Mom ended up crashing her car against a broken truck on the side of the road. I guess dad was following closely behind her because his car followed suit. I’m not sure if it happened because he didn’t have much time to maneuver
or
if he did it on purpose so that he could follow Mom because he couldn’t live without her.

“You see, Emma, love doesn’t come easy for me. It was the one thing I promised myself not to d
o—
I didn’t want to follow in my father’s footsteps. I wanted to hide it from you… for as long as I could, but you left me no choice. When I told you I love you… it’s because I honestly do.”

Emma had tears in her eyes before she whispered, “Get up, please.”

No. I shook my head in response. “No—not until you take me back.” If I had to go all out this one time, I was going to fucking do it. Humiliation and pride can take a back seat because I was going to win her back; the rest could go to hell.

Evident emotions flickered through her pretty face, before she gave me a small nod. “Fine, I’m taking you back… as long as you promise that you will try very hard to make this work. I’m giving you this one chance, Carter, don’t fuck it up.”

Hold up. Did I hear that correctly? “What did you say, Em?” I asked, but with a smile lighting my face.

She made a small laugh before rolling her eyes at me. “Uh, now you’re just driving me nuts!” she complained, holding her hand out for me to grab onto.

I took her by surprise when I decided to pull her down with me, she let out a loud squeal and I started to tickle her to death. Bubble after bubble of happiness made me feel light-headed, dizzy. Rolling her onto her back, against the ground while I was atop her, we gazed at each other, faces inches apart before I spoke with delirious joy, “I love you, Emma, and I promise to be loyal to you and you alone. I will give my all to make you happy.”

She reached out and linked her arms around my neck, looking at me anew. Her gaze loving, caressing, before she whispered, “I love you, too, Carter Mason.”

Emma said the words. I could jump for joy and howl into the night. I would’ve, but I didn’t want to untangle myself off my woman. “
Thank the fucking gods
! ‘Cause if you didn’t, I wasn’t going to let you leave the cabin until you told me that you did.”

She merely laughed at me before guiding my head to meet hers. Our lips finally touched, slowly kissing, before it got intense and went all out passionate. 

My Emma.

For days, I was hungry for her, but now, I was past annihilation. I was out to conquer this indecisive woman, who was moaning her surrender to me. My hand possessively captured the side of her cheek as I voraciously fed my appetite with hot, lingering kisses. With my hard body on top of hers, my hand reached inside of her sweater, pushing the bra aside to caress her breasts and pinch her nipple.

Her immediate reaction made me go crazy. I loved her, but I also loved how responsive she was with my lovemaking. “Emma… I love how you come apart in my arms.”

Hastily, I took care of her leggings, not caring that were out in the woods, not caring that someone could see us. All that mattered right now was Emma and
me, making this beautiful thing blossom, needing to seal our love with our bodies. Praising each other. Pleasing one another. Cherishing this new union we had.

The chilly night didn’t hinder our urgent need to be together, the need to sink into her wetness and lose myself in her was all I could think about. Her thong was flung in the air while Emma watched me take my shorts off with no shyness or inhibition. I was naked, looking down on her with the moonlight as my backdrop while I burned my gaze into her.

The smell of the earth and the eerie stilled silence released something savage in me. Without another word, I annihilated her lips, spreading her legs to the farthest they could go before I harshly plunged into her with one hard thrust. Emma gasped as my huge cock filled her, hot and demanding, while I closed my eyes and throbbed inside her womb, loving the feel of her walls squeezing my dick; hard, ready and willing to milk it to the very last drop.

“You’re worth the wait, Emma.” I punctuated each word with a rough thrust, inching more into her, possessing her with all that I was. The heat inside her channel intensified, the slickness abundant as I started to pound her tightness.

“Give me more, Carter. Give it to me harder,” she rasped out. In lust and out of her mind, she was only focusing on what my cock was doing to her and how much pleasure it was giving her. I was going to shower her with that since my stamina had been reawakened by the owner of my heart.

Her left hand roughly cupped my ass cheek, pushing and pressing it against her, giving me all the access I needed–stretching and filling her to capacity. “Your nice little pussy is fucking heaven, baby,” I gritted out, losing myself inside her fantastic womanhood.  Emma held tight to my ass, keeping it in place, while I continued to shove it deeper.

We panted and mated like we were dying and couldn’t live without each other. Holding her hips, my manhood still jammed inside her, I shifted us to a sitting position with her on top. Emma purred, throwing her head back when her pussy slowly sunk onto my cock. Linking her arms around my neck, kissing me as she slowly found ground, she rode me hard, with urgency and greed.

“Take everything that you want from me, baby. Ride me harder—
give me your all
. Give me that nice, juicy pussy, again and again. I want it to eat my cock whole. Ride me harder, baby,” I panted out, groaning when she became frenzied and rode me the way I wanted her to ride me, clutching at my shoulders while I could feel her gripping my shaft until the blood flow stopped, releasing it from the death grip and doing it over and over again until her release finally unleashed through her with a whiplash. My lips sought her neck, bit into it, synchronizing with her orgasm, shattering her into pieces.

“Carter!” Emma choked out, shaking and whimpering, while I fucked her harder, seeking my own release.

She moaned my name as I took charge of my hips and lifted her, up and down, sliding in and out of her with my hard length as I prepared for my own release. “FUCK, BABY! You’re the best fuck!” I passionately grunted out before my engorged head expanded and released rope after rope of white-hot cum into her.

That was definitely worth the wait. No woman could make me lose it this way,
I thought as I looked into Emma’s eyes, swelling with love before I planted sweet kisses around her face. “I love you, Emma.”

We kissed, my cock still hard and ready for another round, but I didn’t want to push her. For now, I was just happy to kiss her.

“This is crazy. I can’t believe we did this out here.” She grinned, rocking her hips on my shaft, teasing me.

“Sorry—I couldn’t control myself. I was dying and needed to have you as soon as possible. There’s no one else but you, Emma,” I uttered with sincerity, stroking her flushed cheek. “Thank you for giving me this chance again, Em. I will make you very happy.”

She smiled, kissing me again, riding me unhurriedly.

“You’re still on the pill, right?” I inquired in between kisses.

She raised a brow in question. “Yeah, why?”

Like she didn’t know me, smiling wickedly before devouring her with my kiss. “Tonight’s going to be a long night. I’m going to make love to you over and over again until the sun comes up.”

“A stud’s promise?” she cheekily asked as I gave her a wink, teasing her with a few promising thrusts before lifting her off me.

She complained, wanting to go for another, but I wanted to take her on the bed, not here. “It’s only the beginning, you’ll see,” I said as we got dressed and then strolled back to the cabin to join the crowd.

Heart To Heart

“There you guys are!” Amanda announced in front of everyone. “Where have you been, Carter? I’ve been looking all over for you.” She pouted as she traced the outline of my neckline.

I was about to smack her hand away, but surprise caught me when my baby did it herself.
Even better
, I thought with satisfaction.

“Are you blind, Amanda?” Emma asked the relentless bitch, ready to fight for her man.

I loved how possessive she was. So even though the urge to push Amanda off was appealing, I admit, watching Emma go crazy and territorial was hot and a mad turn on. She loved me, I knew, but it was different when you see it all in action. Men, we’re more of a ‘show us’ instead of ‘telling us’.

“Hello?
Of course not. I can’t be this hot and be blind,
duh?
Why do you like this boring, so-so, plain woman, Carter? She’s just plain,
like
vanilla. Uh, who likes vanilla, anyway? No one!” The bitch smirked at Emma.

“Yeah, I am boring compared to you, so what? Carter wants the vanilla me and not your flavorful swirls. Get over it.”

Something flashed in Amanda’s eyes. She was in full catty mode. “He likes my swirls. Trust me–Carter Mason loves swirls.” Amanda looked at me through her lashes as she stuck her tongue out and traced her lips.

Shit, fucking bitch was going to get me in trouble. Hell no! “That’s enough from you, Amanda. Emma and I are back together now and I’m not interested. Stop following me around and find someone else to sink your claws into.”

Amanda huffed and spoke before she walked off, “You’re going to miss me, Carter. I can’t wait ‘til you come knocking on my door.”

Delusional woman
, I thought with hate. “Let’s go back to our room,” I urged when Emma became all silent, making me all paranoid again.

Once inside the confines of our bedroom, I strolled towards the bay windows and looked out at the glittery lake. We had to get this out before we move forward. I just hoped that Emma wouldn’t be mad at me.

“She gave me head, once. Well, I guess half a head since I didn’t let her finish. It was that same night you went off on a date with Bass Cole when I caught you guys at the apartment.” The other night, didn’t really count because I didn’t let her do it, while the first time in her house, I was almost thrusting my hips into her mouth.

“Did you do anything else with her? Or with anyone else, for that matter?” she asked, voice slightly shaky.

I shook my head. “No, I wanted to. I mean, I tried to, but I couldn’t get you out of my head, Em.”

“Good to know.” She smiled, walking towards the bed and sat down.

The question I had, I wasn’t sure how to handle the answer, but I pushed through because I wanted this second chance with my girl. Joining her on the bed, I rushed out, “Did you have sex with Bass? Did you kiss him?”

“No, we didn’t go that far. He kissed my neck, though, if you must know.”

Thank you. Pulling her onto my lap, I kissed her then decided to double check again. “Are you telling me the truth? You really didn’t have sex with him? ‘Cause everyone was saying you did and that magazine insinuated you did.”