I watch as her fluid runs down my legs and I really pound into her. The sounds of wet flesh slapping and her pussy sucking me in, has me falling over the edge with one final hard thrust.
My fingers are still lodged in her ass and my dick deep in her pussy as I drape myself over her back.
“I love you too. Always remember that.” I tell her.
17
“Did you call her? Is she packed?” I mumble as I wait in the Hummer for the rest of them to come out of the house.
“Yes, Mr. Grumpy-pants.” Emmett mocks me as he throws a bag in the back. “I don’t want to be doing this either. Like why the fuck do we have to ride with her and the girls get to ride in Shelby?”
“Because you suck at poker, Babe.” Travis hops up and into the passenger seat.
“I didn’t know Ember was a fucking cheater!” He whines.
“We still don’t know that she is.” I say to him and he gets in the backseat.
“She ain’t no fucking Rainman.” Emmett mutters as we pull out of the driveway and make our way to Marlana’s.
“Let’s just get this done. I know sitting in a car with Marlana for eight hours will be torture but we’ve dealt with worse.” I tell him.
“Like being kidnapped and beaten for info.” Travis chimes in.
“Like carrying your brother’s body into emergency.” I counter.
“Being a guinea pig for Adri’s cooking.” Emmett says and we all burst out laughing.
“Sparring with E when she’s pissed.” Travis continues.
“Finding out your father’s a rapist.” I add.
“Oh, that’s a good one.” Travis nods.
“Hearing your twin sister scream disgusting things in the middle of the night.” Emmett interjects.
“You win.” I nod at him as Travis laughs.
“Travis you have to sit back here with her. I can’t guarantee I won’t kill her. Ember and I share the psychotic gene you know.”
“Sure, I’ll sit back there.” Travis shrugs. “But I’m not convinced your sister is psychotic, I think she’s the most level headed out of us all.”
Travis has a bond with Em that even I can’t penetrate. Normal boyfriends would find that threatening but not me. What they are and do for each other goes way beyond the connection between a man and a woman. If I believe Em and I are soul mates-and I do-then I believe Travis and she share the same soul material. Cut from the same cloth.
Marlana’s house looks just as dark and desolate as it did the first few times we came by here. She’s been teetering on the edge of giving up since Em offed her mother. I can’t feel sorry for her because I know Em did her a favour. She was on a similar path leading to self destruction and now she has a chance to turn it all around.
“How did it go with Halbert senior?” Emmett asks us.
“He has Alzheimer's.” Travis huffs. “I couldn’t stay there long because he thought I was his son.”
“He sure does remember how much of a burden his son was with how many rapes he had to cover for him.” I state.
“Are you serious?” Emmett growls.
“Yeah, he’s pretty useless to us.” I nod.
“Let’s get this over with.” Travis nods towards Marlana’s house.
“Rock, Paper, Scissors, who goes to get her.” Emmett’s fist appears between me and Travis. Just as his sister did in this very same spot.
“We’re all going in, Bro.” I chuckle as I swat his hand away.
“Ember would’ve played me.” He sulks.
“And you would’ve lost… like last night.” Travis retorts as we get out of the Hummer.
“True.” Emmett mumbles as we walk up to the front porch.
“The front door is just open?” I ask Travis.
“Nah, I took her keys.” He says as he opens the door.
It still reeks in here and Emmett’s gag has both Travis and I joining in.
“The bitch is rotting in here somewhere. Let’s call it a day and get to New York.” Emmett says around retching.
“Stop.” I shove him. “She’s probably in her bedroom.”
“I could never get used to this smell. She’s psychotic, not Ember.” Emmett moans.
Sure enough, Marlana is in her bedroom but surprisingly her bags are packed and she’s sitting at the end of her bed, dressed, and waiting for us.
“I want to get away from here.” She says quietly.
“Let’s go.” I pick up one of her bags and Emmett grabs the other one.
“Emmett,” her voice is small and defeated. “Will you sit with me and tell me about where I’m going?”
I expect him to have a come back ready, something rude or funny, but surprisingly he doesn’t.
“Yeah, I can do that.”
I look at him with a raised brow and he just shrugs his shoulders. As much as the Torres children like to act tough, they have marshmallow insides.
We’re about a half hour out from the Rampage’s warehouse and I feel like if I hear Emmett snore one more time I’ll explode.
“Why do you think Moore hasn’t questioned E yet?” Travis asks me quietly.
“He fears Ember.” Marlana cuts in. I thought she was sleeping too. “I saw his face when I said it was her that killed my mother.”
“So he should.” I retort.
“There’s something else.” Her voice is small and unsure. “He wants Ember dead.”
“How do you know that?” I ask her.
“Because he looked similar to me. I wanted her dead too.”
“Wanted?” Travis asks.
“I don’t know how I feel now.” She continues. “But I can at least understand why she did what she did.”
I don’t know what to say to that and I guess Travis doesn’t either. The silence in the cab is deafening.
“She’s in danger.” Marlana says. “Serious danger.”
“I’ll protect her.” I tell her.
“You’re her greatest weakness.” She retorts and rests her head back against the seat.
The compound looms in front of us and I nudge Travis beside me. He mumbles something incoherent before he finally rouses.
“You didn’t have
