Still, it doesn’t stop me from saying what I do. “You’re just a kid.”
“No, Bren. I’m not a kid.” The strands of her hair skim over her breasts as she shakes her head. “Not anymore.”
No, she’s not.
I rip my off my shorts in one pull, and finally discover what it’s like to touch Emme.
Chapter Eighteen
Emme
All it takes is one brush of my breasts against Bren’s chest and he’s all over me.
His hands, those strong, rough hands, drag down my back as he deepens our kiss.
No one has ever kissed me this way, and I never knew I was capable of such passion.
His tongue plays with mine and drives deep, seeking to overtake, dominate, and claim me as his.
My touch takes over me without consent. I reach out, devouring him in as many places as I dare to reach.
Bren
Hands run through my hair, across my chest, my stomach, and shoulders, at the same time. There are four women on top of me—no, four Emmies. I feel her everywhere. I want to bite her, suck her and drive deep inside her. But I’m scared. Fuck me, I’m terrified.
I don’t want to hurt her. I’m out of control and I don’t think I can stop.
We kiss for seemingly hours until one of her hands push mine up to her breast and her teeth find my neck.
Emme
The more daring I become, the more Bren responds to my touch. When my nibbles turn to bites, he finally touches me—really touches me. As I vocalize my pleasure, he stops, choosing only to kiss me.
I haven’t taken many lovers, and I think I’m doing all the right things. But even before Bren stops kissing me, I sense him pull away. I lift off him, stunned when I see how terrified he appears.
“Bren, don’t you like what I’m doing to you?”
Bren
Are you insane? Fuck yeah.
“Yes?” I offer.
Emme gives a wiggle and lifts her hair away so I can see her. “Then why don’t you show me?” she asks.
Her hands and touch take hold of me once more, stroking my long, throbbing hardness.
“Please,” she begs in a seductive whisper that reflects the passion swimming through her gaze. “Please show me.”
Her fingertips skim down my chest and her touch turns aggressive, exploring every inch of me until I’m practically on fire. She tugs, strokes, bowing my back and forcing me to dig my fingers through the mattress.
She bites her bottom lip, smiling with lust as she toys with me.
Long waves of her messy hair sweep against her shoulders. Never has a woman looked so sexy, and never have I felt like this.
Her pulls are unrelenting, dire, as if she can’t stop until I release.
“Emme.” I gasp, grunting and speaking through my teeth. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” she promises. “Please, Bren. Make us both feel good.”
Emme gives me one last jerk and I explode into action. I flip her onto her back and enter her with my fingers. My teeth graze her nipples as my mouth roams her body.
She moans, beating back a scream.
She’s becoming louder.
It’s just not loud enough.
I spread her legs, dipping my head to taste her.
Emme bucks, jumping further down the bed. She reaches out to me, using her power to return the favor.
An invisible tongue finds me, moving down to my base and taking me fully. I like it. It’s good, damn good. But she wants more.
She breaks away from me and buries her face into my lap. The scrape of teeth grazing along my thick length only doubles our lust. Emme can do no wrong.
We continue like fervent lovers, frantic to out-do the other. I moan and growl. She gasps and whimpers, pleading for me to go harder.
When I think I can’t hold back anymore, she begs me to take her completely.
Emme
This is a torturous tease. There’s nothing more I desire than Bren inside of me. It takes some time and maneuvering, but finally, he makes his way in.
Bren barely fits. It hurts with the most delicious pain. The rock of his hips are initially slow. As his need soars, so do his quickening thrusts.
I orgasm twice before he finishes. He collapses onto his back, his gaze feverish and his breathing mere pants. I climb on top of him and touch his soft beard.
Bren kisses me for a long time and I cherish every second. As our lips part, I rest my head against his chest and sigh in absolute bliss.
Bren
“I knew this was right,” she whispers.
It’s the last thing Emme says before she drifts to sleep.
This is the part where I usually say, “Okay babe, I’d better get going,” or “I have to get up early. How ‘bout I call you a cab?”
Yeah. It’s how I roll. It’s how the females I go home with roll.
So why am I letting Emme sleep on top of me? Why am I stroking her back and hoping like hell she doesn’t leave?
Da fuck? Am I going to flick on the Lifetime channel and start crying, next? The last time I let a woman sleep with me all night, I was ten, she was my Mom, and she’d dozed off reading me a story.
Emme looks pure lying next to me. How did I never notice her this way before?
I can’t wake her now. It’d be a dick move.
My fingers stop skimming down her back and I settle into her. So what if she stays one night? She was so cold before and now, she’s warm and soft and peaceful. Only an asshole would disturb her now.
* * *
My landline rings next to me, waking me up from the best damn sleep of my life.
“What?”
“Son of a bitch, Bren, you don’t have to growl.”
“Taran?” I ask. I bolt upright. She knows.
“Yes, it’s Taran. Goddamn it, you just about blew out my eardrum.”
“Oh,” I say.
“Oh? Really? That’s all you have
