Smirking at her courage I do as she asks. Her frown is instant while she decides how she feels about it. “Not bad.”
We both crack up, and I drop the action and focus on fucking her into submission. She responds with a fiery heat of movement, pussy clenching in bursts on purpose. “You’ve been working on your muscles,” I moan. She nods and I tell her, “So fucking tight. I’m going to hold off as long as I can… so don’t do that too much.”
Emma of course takes this as a challenge to squeeze my cock senseless. My mind goes numb as my core tries to fight the hunger.
I groan, eyes rolling back and I pound her pussy harder.
Her moans change pitch and I know she’s close.
That just drives me nuts and I struggle to hold back the orgasm.
“Don’t want to cum yet,” I growl, but my hips aren’t listening.
Primal and guttural I roar as the pulses quicken in my heart, throbbing mounting in my thighs until the surge overtakes us both.
Emma cries out with pleasure, slamming her hand on the wall and fucking me back, hammering our hips together so that I dive into the hilt every single time.
I shout, “Fuckin’ hell! Oh my God!” cock unleashing everything I’ve got. She whimpers as I pound inside her, then collapse, gathering her sweet body into my arms. “That was amazing,” I gasp.
She nods, “Mmhmm,” unable to speak, pussy palpitating around my length. “You’re still so hard.”
“I’m still so turned on. I feel like a twenty-one-year-old. Can’t stop my erection around you.” Lowering my voice I confess, “You make me feel like a hero.”
“You are one, that’s why,” she whispers, simply and without a smile. As if it’s just a fact.
“I wasn’t always.”
“Doesn’t matter, Tanner,” she whispers, hugging me back, “You are one now.”
With muffin crumbs on her lips Emma asks, “You sure you won’t miss San Francisco?”
“I’ve been there my whole life. Time for a change, don’t you think?”
“You can work remotely?”
Lifting the paper cup of coffee, “Haven’t you been watching me do just that?” I take a sip.
She pulls her knees to her chest, making me glance down to her white shorts as she asks, “Jennifer said it’s okay for you to move away?”
“She was upset but after thinking about it, she called me back last night while you were telling your Mom we’re coming home today.”
“What’d she say?”
“She’s considering moving to Atlanta to stay near me. Ryder is going to college in New York, so the flight will be more tolerable for her. Two hours instead of five. Jen thinks she’s dated all the eligible men Marin County has to offer.”
“That’s amazing!”
“It is. Of course I told her I didn’t want her there.” A chunk of muffin hits my chest and I wipe it off chuckling. “Okay, I didn’t really say that.”
Amused, Emma offers, “Maybe she can help at the…wait, what are you going to call your school?”
“I haven’t decided yet.” I drink the last of the coffee and set the cup down. “Is that something that might interest you?”
“Working at your school? I’ll help when you need me, but it’s not my calling. You’ll have other people who are supposed to be there. Professionals, like you told me about.”
“Mmm,” I nod, eyeing the lip she’s biting. “Want me to suck on that for you?”
Sucking it a little harder just to turn me on, she touches her breasts. “Quickie before the driver gets here?”
My voice deepens with temptation. “No time.”
A male ticket agent checks our IDs and drops our luggage on the moving belt. As they’re whisked away Emma informs him, eyes sparkling, “We didn’t have those when we arrived.”
His bushy brows twitch. “Airline lost your luggage on the way in?”
Her hands are resting on the counter, fingers wiggling. “We didn’t bring any.”
Glancing to her naked ring finger, the agent’s eyes flick to me. I imagine how this must look so I offer, “She’s my niece.”
Emma glances up to me, dismayed, but shifts in an instant to get in on the joke.
She rises on her toes and licks my bottom lip. “My uncle’s been a very naughty boy, things I’ll never tell Momma.”
The ticket agent starts typing faster.
I don’t know how I manage to keep a straight face, but I do.
CHAPTER 38
EMMA
C uddling Kaya in my arms I lower us onto the plush easy-chair, part of a set that Ethan bought for this incredible baby room. He takes the other one and waits for me to answer his question.
“No, I haven’t been over to see Dad yet. Has he talked to you?”
“Talked? He only grunts now, ever since you crushed him. Especially after what Gabriel pulled at the BBQ.”
I give him a look. “It wasn’t just Gabriel, Ethan. I’m surprised at you, taking sides.”
Eric’s deep voice calls up. “Hey, I’m here! Where are you guys?”
Ethan sticks his head out of the baby room and calls to him, “Upstairs! Kaya’s room. Bring beer!”
I mutter, “As if,” while Ethan gives me a lopsided grin, ready to mess with our younger brother.
Bounding footsteps get closer until Eric appears in the doorframe wearing shorts, sneakers, and a loose t-shirt, a drink canister in his famous grip. He nods hello and strolls past Ethan who eyes the cylinder.
“What the hell is that?”
“Juice.”
“That’s not beer.”
Eric takes the chair he vacated, long legs spread. “It’s spinach, kale, apples, carrots, ginger root, and pineapple juice, plus protein powder.”
“Disgusting!”
“When I take the Falcons to the Super Bowl we’ll see how disgusted you are. Eric, get me a ticket! Get me a ticket! Wha wha wha!”
Ethan smirks, “I could buy your team. Remember that.”
“Oh don’t worry, I’ll remember you’re a dick.”
Covering Kaya’s ears I remind them, “Innocent baby ears!”
My brothers both shut up, looking sheepish. Ethan grabs an ottoman and drags it over so that we’re sitting in a triangle, Eric to my left.
When we were kids, Eric’s hair
