Stay for Me (13 page)

“Are you saying there’s going to be a
real
us
outside of these walls?” She
looked hopeful.

“I’m saying my heart is yours to break.
It always has been and I’m pretty damn sure it always will be.”

Emma saluted him then crossed her heart.
“Well in that case, cross my heart and hope to die. See you at home?” She actually
cooed the question that sent him eagerly in search of his keys. The darkness
that had followed her around casting shadows had lightened.

She wanted to call his home hers.

“Hell yes,” he said enthusiastically. Next
to paying off the loans her parents had taken out to put Emma through college,
being able to be the one to provide
her
a home was next on his list.

He found his keys still in his now clean
and dry jeans pocket and took the one to his apartment off his ring and tossed
it in her direction. She caught it and smiled—and bit her lip.

“I already have a key to your place,
silly,” she said.

“I know, but now you have
mine
. Don’t laugh.”

But neither of them could stifle the
giggle completely. She tossed the key back to him and he caught it. “I must
really have you off your game, Sam Jason. You’re
gonna
need your key to get inside your apartment.”

Damn, she was right. “Good point,” he
said, knowing now he was a lost cause when it came to her. “Our apartment,” he
reminded her with a wink and yeah, maybe a little heat creeping up the back of
his neck.

He had some cleaning up and decorating
to do before she got there. He’d stop by the drugstore and get some candles…and
champagne...and popcorn.

More importantly, Sam had some questions
for Emma before he left.

“Before I give you the rest of this…”
Sam used the classic move on her and slid his one hand down his chest, abs, and
all the way down to his still-hard crotch and squeezed. “You’re
gonna
need to answer me one question.”

She smiled and tilted her head, knowing
she didn’t have to do anything of the sort but was willing to play along.

“Favorite new
S
words.
Go.”

He watched her think, loving that they
could read each other so easily.

“Well, let’s see here. There’s spaghetti
and sea turtle and
supercalifragil
—”

“How about this
one?
Stop!
And
Silly
.”

The way she looked at him just then made
him feel weak before it pumped him up the likes of Mr. Olympia.

“Sam. That’s it.
Just
that one.”

She was too good for him. Always would
be. That’s why he’d do any and everything he could to take the best care of
her, even if it meant getting his Army ass in a Navy officer’s uniform every
night and shaking it good. “I have a favorite word, too, but it doesn’t start
with an
S
,” he said, holding her
close and nipping at her lips before he kissed her.

She started to say something, but he
stopped her with another kiss. He couldn’t wait to get home where he planned to
stay for her, night after night after night. They didn’t need restraints. Their
hearts would keep them where they belonged. “Emma.”

Chapter Thirteen

Three
weeks later, still settling into each other, getting closer and closer…

A piece of elastic wedged between Emma’s
toes.

She kicked at it and wiggled in his arms,
so ready for this moment they’d been working up to the entire month of December.
The white suspenders he’d worn for her that had lasted all of two minutes got
shoved into blanket oblivion.

“Sorry, hon,” she said.

The apology was for knocking him off his
rhythm that had fine-tuned her breath into a purr. She felt so sexy like this.

The tip of his tongue played with her
like he was in the middle of some powerful takeover of her lower lady-parts.

“I said I was sorry,” she managed to get
out.

He just grunted out some unintelligible
response that made her smile. Her man was busy.

She felt her flesh being prompted upward
under his tongue’s masterful guidance and then the sweeping U-turn he made to
travel back down. He kissed her and then journeyed inside her, she could only
imagine the taste he was getting of her most private place as she felt his
tongue push in and curl up in a strong stroke that licked and pulled. She
shuddered, a reaction that hardened his every bulging muscle as she watched and
begged him not to stop.

This time that strong tip of his tongue
licked its way to her swollen nub and flicked then sucked. The short, deep
sounds of his satisfaction told her he was enjoying himself. She'd never felt
more like someone's woman than she did right now as another long, deep delving
lick convinced her of his need. Just then, as she grabbed one handful of sheet
and the other of his hair, he sucked a mouthful of her inside, held the tingly
flesh with his teeth and lips, and groaned a deep growl while he continued to
play and sample. She'd been so nervous he wouldn't like her down there, but Sam
was leaving no questions about it.

“Come for me baby. I want every last bit
of your pleasure on my tongue.” That deep voice and those hungry words left her
gasping as she felt her hips pushing upward into his mouth. His nose and lips
and hands played and petted her entire nether-region as his licks became
somehow even more driven. Then he blew on her in just the right spot and licked
a little torturous lick. Then blew again and just barely wetted her clit with
the smallest tip of his tongue. At this rate, she was going to explode into
orgasm just from the tiny feathery shots of his breath blowing and chilling
her.

"Please, Sam, I'm going to
come."

"I know. I plan to keep doing this
until you do exactly that."

She couldn't help but reach both hands
to his head and pull down, needing more of his mouth on her.

But he didn't let her control where his
head went.

"Unh-uh.
I am going to
watch you have this first orgasm for me. I need to see these pretty pink lips quiver
and pulse, just for me, Emma."

Then it was a tiny wet lick up her seam
and a little puff of his breath and she felt herself squeezing, her clit
expanding and becoming smaller, and a faint wet squishing noise that she
realized was the sound of her
orgasming
just for him.
For the up close and personal viewing of her best friend.
She watched him staring in wonder as she continued to spasm. With his finger,
he swirled her juices around her opening.

"God, that was beautiful."

“That was us,” she said and kissed his
nose.

****

“Sam,” she began to say, but he cut her
off with that powerful thick tongue of his and a kiss so raw she knew he'd just
claimed her, ruining any other man’s chances of ever being this good, this
meaningful,
this
raw.

“I want to put my dick in you so bad
right now, hon.”

“I want that, too, Sam.” She tried to
find him with her hand and knew the second she did.

“Sam, put
yourself
inside me. Be with me.”

His green-grey eyes said he'd love to
but held a hint of reservation.

“What? We’re ready. I’m so completely
ready. You felt me just now.” She asked, stroking his hard jaw and handsome
face.

He went back on his haunches and blinked
at her. She'd never seen him be shy like this and it was killing her to know
what he wasn't saying.

“Please, just tell me.
Anything.”

He breathed in a beautiful, deep breath.
Beautiful because it opened and expanded all the muscles of his neck, chest and
shoulders. Her eyes watched this simple movement in amazement at what a
masculine specimen her best friend was.

His one hand reached out to her and
caressed her hair and cheek in his cupped warm palm before it slid down to her
hand. He held her fingers with his. She became lost in his ability to be so
tender. As they watched each other without so much as a blink, she saw his
other hand go to his cock and take it in a soft fist.

As he refocused around her warmth that
held him in a way he’d wanted to be held his entire life, he felt himself ready
to release. He held his breath, delaying the exquisite inevitable until he felt
that warmth of hers start to pulse around him.

“Thank you. Hey hero,” she said back to
him. They usually laughed at the term, but now was not the time to break out
into laughter as they were prone to do. Things really had gone from insane to
absurd to sweet perfection for them. He let out a low chuckle the moment he saw
her biting back a grin herself. That dazzling smile did it to him every time.
But words he’d never laugh at sat right there, so close to coming out of his
mouth and landing on her sweet neck.

What came out of his mouth was a moan.
He couldn’t help it. She was about to send him to that happy place he’d only
ever found with her. If he died right now, he might not go as an angel, but
he’d already be in heaven.

****

As Sam’s seed pumped inside of her, Emma
felt and heard his breath hitch, like he was about to cry.

“Sam, you okay?”

“Yeah, I just regret…” he started but
then quieted.

“You’re having regrets?” No way was that
true. They’d shared each other’s everything since that first night he’d come
back to his apartment and found her there in his kitchen, wearing nothing but
his old Army PT shirt and stirring leftover chili she’d found in the fridge.

He was hiding something.

She knew Sam Jason better than herself
some days.

Before she could worry too much more, he
pressed his lips into her ear, not for a kiss but more like he still needed a
moment. The intake and outlet of his breaths grew quieter, the hitching
stopped, as he took a few seconds.
When he seemed calm and in
control again, she prompted him for more.

“Hey, whatever it is,” she said and
pulled down on his massive shoulders, taking more of the weight he still tried
to save her from most nights. She’d found the perfect spaces allowing her to
feel all of his beautiful mass and still breathe underneath. They fit just
right, he fit just right as his orgasm evened out and she felt his abs and buns
squeeze a few more times before coming to a sated stop.

“No. No. I just realized how much I love
you.”

“Oh. Well, duh.” But with him laying so
close, surely he’d feel what those words had just done to her, how rocked her
heart had just been, how joy had just shot to every pore, every freckle, every
finger and toe. She remembered to breathe.

Sam laid one perfect, soft kiss to the
side of her neck, just to the side of her baby hairs.

“And how dumb I
was not to have made you promise to marry me first.”

Marry her best friend? The one she’d
loved and dreamed about since turning thirteen?
The one who
was all man now.
A man who was her partner, who worked as long if not
longer shifts
than
she did? The one who’d gifted her
parents back the home they’d secretly bartered for her education?
That Sam Jason?

“Yes.” She ran her hand up the back of
his military-length shaved hair. His whole body shuddered. “I mean, I thought
you’d be in uniform when you finally got the balls to pop the question, but I
guess luck just isn’t a lady tonight.” She had to fight to control the
happiness and the gigantic grin trying to burst from her mouth.

She felt him reach down and when his
hands came back up, he had the white suspenders from his old Navy dress whites
Stay costume. He took a second to gently wrap her one wrist with one of the
elastic ends and then pulled the other end around his and tightened it, barely,
with his teeth.

“How’s that?” he
said in his sexy, deep voice.

“You’re perfect, and I think you might
have missed the part where I said yes a couple seconds ago.”

Now their laughter filled the apartment.
Now they were home. Now this was real.

The End

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