Man of the House(44)

“Are you okay?” I asked her finally.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“I won’t let those bastards get close to you again. I promise.”

“I know.” She sighed. “I don’t think they wanted to hurt me. Probably just wanted to scare me.”

“Maybe,” I said. “Or maybe it was just a distraction.”

“Distraction?”

I groaned as the memory of my empty room came back to me. “Someone stole a lot of important papers from my room today.”

“What?” she asked, suddenly alert.

“I’m assuming it was Cox. Probably happened right around the time that I was grabbing you.”

“No way,” she said.

“He probably had a backup security code. Marty is working on it.”

“Shit. Carter. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine. I’ll survive.”

“Still.” She looked down at her hands and I realized what I had done.

“Shit, Emily. It’s not your fault.”

“Isn’t it?”

“No,” I said seriously, leaning toward her. I took her chin and tipped her face toward me. “Not at all.”

“I’m your weakness.”

“Hardly.” I grinned. “I don’t have any weaknesses.”

“Don’t joke. I’m the weapon they’re using against you.”

“You’re not a weapon. If you weren’t here, they would have found something else.”

“I’m hurting you.”

“They’re hurting me,” I said fiercely. “Through all this fucking shit, you’re the only good thing.”

She stared at me for a second and then I kissed her, hard and passionate. I knew even as I kissed her that it was true, what I had just said. It was actually truer than she realized.

She was the best thing that had happened to me in a long time. I couldn’t explain that to her, not exactly, but it was the truth. So much had happened in my life, and so much of it was empty. As soon as you made some money and found some success, people appeared out of nowhere wanting things from you. Even if you barely knew them, people felt like they were owed something. I had a lot of friends, but very few real ones. Emily was the realest person I’d ever met and made me feel ways I never thought I would again.

We kissed as the song changed, my hands slowly exploring her body. My cock was hard as fuck, and although this was again the one thing we both knew we shouldn’t do, there was no going back. Not anymore, not for me at least.

Suddenly, she pushed me back and straddled me, hands on my shoulders. I smirked at her, hands on her ass. “Is this why you came here?” I asked her.

“No,” she said, smiling. “Not at first, anyway.”

She kissed me again, our mouths open, tongues stroking each other. I loved the way she tasted, the feeling of her body on top of mine, and I knew what I wanted from her. She was the only person I knew that could give it to me, that intense feeling of desire and pleasure.

Her hand slid down my chest and finally pushed under my jeans, finding my hard cock. She started kissing my neck as she stroked me.

“I like when you take charge,” I said, smirking.

“I thought you might.” She slid back and down onto the ground, kneeling in front of me. My blood pumped fast through my veins as she pulled down my jeans, taking them off and tossing them aside.

“Look at you,” I whispered as she began to slowly stroke my cock.

“What do you want?” she asked.

I leaned forward, kissing her lips. “My cock in your fucking throat,” I said, taking her hair.

She began to suck me, sliding my tip into her mouth, suctioning hard. She worked up and down as I held her hair back, gripping it by the roots. I pushed her down, groaning as my cock slid into her throat.

She made a slight gag and pulled back, breathing deep and stroking my cock, slick from her spit. She went back to work and I lost myself in her warm mouth sucking my cock, sliding up and down, sucking the tip before pushing deep down her throat.

I held her there, groaning, and thrust my hips into her throat, fucking her mouth. She let me do whatever I wanted to her, the dirty fucking girl, and I knew she was mine. She pulled back again, stroking me, then pulled her shirt off.

“Perfect,” I said and she smiled.

“What’s perfect?”

“You. This.” I took her hair as I reached forward to tease her nipples. I pressed her back down on my cock. “Your body is perfect. Your mouth around my cock is perfect. I love when you gag but keep sucking it. You’re such a dirty slut for me, but you know what you have to do. You’re in my house, so you play by my fucking rules.”