The Rise of Emery James (33 page)

I kiss her again, harder than before and I walk her backwards until her back is against the wall. I don't waste any time, I grab the hem of her dress and pull it up her slender body until it is over her head and tossed to the floor. I take a moment to appreciate her body, the baby pink lace of her bra and panties showcase an innocence that contradicts the fire in her eyes as she begs me to take control of her body.

I hook my fingers under the straps of her bra and slide them down her shoulders, leaning down to place a kiss against the skin of her shoulder. I tease her as I trail my lips along her collarbone, just above the perfect cleavage that heaves beneath me in shallow pants.

I slip my hands around her back and unhook the clasp and let the lace fall, freeing her perfect tits. Filling my hands with her silky skin, I rub my thumbs across her hardening nipples. My name falls from her lips as I tease her with gentle tugs before lowering my mouth to her to taste. I love the way she squirms against me, impatient.

Slowly, I move lower, my mouth leaving wet kisses across her flesh. Her stomach flexes beneath me as I lick across her toned midsection and across her hipbones where the pink lace still rests. My thumb tugs it down and I kiss the places that I expose. My lips follow the material as I lower her panties to the floor where she steps out of them. Then, I kiss my way back up her inner thigh, nipping the sensitive skin with my teeth.

I glance up, meeting her eyes so I can see the need there, so I can see the pleasure that hits when my tongue first reaches out to taste her. Her sigh is like melody and I dive in losing myself in her. I pull her leg up and rest it on my shoulder giving me full access to her body. Her fingers grip my hair tugging in an effort to either hold me steady or urge me on. Either way, I don't plan on showing her any mercy.

I love the way I can feel her legs quiver as she nears her release. Bringing her to this point is such a turn on for me. Her quick pants as she tries so hard to hold on to control of everything and that moment when she loses grip and completely surrenders. It's beautiful. An erotic symphony I could play over and over again.

She's barely come down from her high when I'm back on my feet, my fingers at my belt as I rid myself of my restrictive jeans. Her hands move to my chest, tugging my t-shirt up and away from my body. We're not going to make it upstairs. Not this time. She wants me to treat her as if she's not broken, I can do that. Because she's not broken. She's perfect and she's mine. Even if she doesn't know it yet.

I lift her up, her legs around my waist, her back against the wall and the instant friction between us is enough to ignite a fire.

"Are you on any kind of birth control?" My voice comes out gruff, but I'm about to lose all sense of control.

She stares back at me with a heated gaze and says, "Implant."

"Do you trust me?" I ask, my body straining, vibrating with pure anticipation.

"Completely," she breathes out,

"Good." I move her just enough so that I can slide into her wet heat and it's perfection. She groans out my name as I push into her completely. I let her adjust to me before I press into her hard, claiming her mouth in a punishing kiss. And then I move, pumping into her hard and fast, raw and needy. Her grip on me tightens, her fingernails scratching across my skin. She's at my mercy now. Completely in my hands. Literally. I can't get enough of her. I can't thrust hard enough, can't get deep enough to satisfy the deep ache that she gives me.

Emery holds on to me, her sexy moans filling the quiet of the house. My desire for her, it's like two sides of the same coin. While I want to caress her and love her in slow motion I also want to claim her roughly, I want to knock walls down with her. I want to push into her so hard and so deep that the perfectly placed picture frames crash to the floor. I want her in every single way. My need for her will not be satisfied and somehow that just pushes me forward.

"Cole." She cries out my name and I know she's there. Her nails dig deep into my skin, but I soak up the sting, craving more. I don't stop, and as she crashes around me I push forward to join her as her tightness grips around my cock with her orgasm. When I let go I have to lean into her for support because my body goes weak with the spasms that hit me. I refuse to drop her, or let her feet touch the ground, instead we stay connected, heaving against the wall like two ravaged animals.

When I pull back and look into her face she is smiling. A wicked smile that tells me I have nothing to worry about for losing my control with her.

"You good?" I ask gruffly.

"So good," she says.

I chuckle, I can't help it. She’s a near fatal mix of adorable and sexy and my heart stutters in my chest as evidence to prove my point.

I gently lower her onto her feet, holding on for support because if I had to guess, she probably feels a little bit like Bambi right now.

"Let's go upstairs," I suggest. She nods in agreement and I take her hand to lead her behind me, making sure she's good to move. She grips my hands tightly and follows close behind, not bothering to grab her dress or anything else that we've left behind. It’s so sexy that I'm already feeling the stirrings of lust build in my cock again and I know that we're in for a long night.

Next time I think I'll remind her that slow and steady can bring her down just as hard.

Emery

MY BODY BURNS WITH
constant fire, heated from something deep and all encompassing. I know if I could lock myself up in a room with Cole and shut out everything else for days I would. I'd stay wrapped around his body until the outside world forgot all about us and I'm pretty sure I'd be perfectly content for the rest of my days.

He is like a drug. One I don't want to quit, one that makes me want to live in the high indefinitely. But real life doesn't care about what I want. So I go through the motions of my day and try not to get lost in the daydreams and memories of him.

I've all but tossed out my original argument for us to stay friends. I don't think he'd buy it after I'd begged him to take me against the wall the other night. Every inhibition I'd ever had was wiped clear. I don't want to go back. It's not like we've talked about it or made new rules, but it's obvious that there is no going back. We never really had a hope of sustaining that charade for very long. We've always been connected. Even the time apart couldn't dull it. I don't want to pretend otherwise.

I may not be ready to share him with the world yet or parade around town together, but I think we're both okay with that for now. In fact, it’s nice keeping it secret. It's not about them anyway. It's about us and our path and our schedule. And right now we're happy keeping it all to ourselves.

Secret works well when we're alone with no one to watch us too closely or ask questions. It’s harder when we’re out with friends and I have to be careful not to stare at him a little too long or brush against him in an effort to feel his touch. Especially with Kelsey around. That girl sees everything. I know none of them would care, but I want to keep it to myself for now.

"So can we show up at this thing together or do we have to take separate cars?" Cole asks from the bathroom where he's just finished a shower and is currently trimming the scruff on his jaw. He's not wearing a shirt and it's distracting me from his question.

"What?" I ask from my perch on the bedside.

"Are you ogling me?" he teases.

"Probably," I admit.

"I like it when you ogle me," he smiles at me before returning his focus to the mirror.

"What did you ask me?" I call out realizing I really didn't catch it the first time. This BBQ is going to be tough if I can't even pay attention here at home.

"I asked if we were allowed to show up to this thing together."

My nose wrinkles with confusion. "We always show up to places together."

He looks back to me and smirks. "True, but this will be the first time we'll know that when I bring you back home I'm going to spend the entire night making you scream my name." He says it to shock me. The good guy with the blunt talk always makes my blood simmer with need. His simple sentence paints a picture in my mind so vivid that I can't help but want the real life version right then. It's only one of the ways he manages to seduce me from clear across the room. One way among many.

"Stop," I warn.

He laughs and begins to brush the stray hairs from his face. "Just telling it like it is, baby." He knows that I like it, so he isn't worried at all. I continue to watch him as he runs a comb through his hair, mesmerized by the simple everyday activity, because he's doing it here, in my bathroom. There is something incredibly intimate about it. When he's done he flips the light off and walks towards me. I haven't left my perch on the bed, even though I should be dressed by now so we won't be late for Annie's party.

He stops in front of me and leans down to kiss my forehead. "We're riding together," he says, making the decision for me and I realize I never did answer him.

"Okay," I say. He moves towards the closet to grab the shirt he has hanging just inside. I continue to watch him. When he comes back out he's smiling at me mischievously.

"Are you coming with me tonight? Or do you think we should just stay here? I'm totally fine with that by the way," he says, eyebrow raised.

I shake myself out of my voyeuristic stupor and finally stand.

"We're going. I'm getting dressed now," I mumble crossing the room. As I move to pass him on my way to the closet, he grabs my wrist and pulls me back for a small kiss.

"Maybe you could wear the green dress?"

I FEEL HEATED DOWN
to my bones. The sticky Oklahoma summer isn't helping matters. Just having Cole in the same space is like dancing among the flames. Each look he gives me, each brush of his skin as he moves past has my heart beating overtime.

We’ve jumped over so many of the lines that we made for ourselves, but I don't regret a single moment. I thought I might, that I’d feel like I was betraying Gabe, but it wasn’t like that. It was as if he’d rewritten the story. He was taking his place back and I could never regret any moment his hands had been on me. My only regret was that they aren't currently roaming my body.

I really thought coming to this party would be no big deal. After all, we've hung out with these people before without it being weird. Only those times were before we'd crossed over into this new phase of our relationship where he was giving me mind blowing orgasms.

I'm not sure I'm hiding my desire all that well.

I'm trying, but when his body is close to mine I want to reach out and touch it. Now that I've surrendered to my desire for him it's hard to put a lid on it. And I need a lid. A really big one.

So, maybe this party was a bad idea. Kelsey has been giving me the
I so know what's going on
eye all night. I'm doing my best to ignore her while asking Annie questions that I know will send her into a rambling monologue. It’s best to just keep the attention off me and my wandering eyes.

The guys have started a huge fire in the fire pit and now that everyone is done eating we've cleared the picnic tables of everything but the desserts that Jessica brought. I'm hiding in the kitchen, needing a little bit of solitude. It's nice and quiet in here and I soak it up. Sometimes the crowds and laughter are still a bit overwhelming.

I move to wrap up a bowl of potato salad with plastic wrap when the back door opens. My eyes lock on Cole's as he comes in carrying a bowl of fruit salad from outside. I follow him with my gaze as he rounds the island and comes to stand directly behind me. I hold my breath waiting to see what he will do as he leans across me to set it down on the counter. We're alone and part of me wants to be daring and reach out to touch him.

I swallow hard and keep my hands busy, but he doesn't move away. I feel his body pressed up against my back, his warm breath on my neck. My own breath stutters as his hands land on my hips and pull me back to him, so close that I can feel him hard against me. The sound of laughter outside is muffled and faint as my entire focus becomes the scent and the feel of the man behind me.