Once in a Lifetime(25)

Guy listened to his friend with a spark of hope. Even though he loved Emily, he didn’t know if he could remain with just her. His whole life had been about easy, fun sex with countless women. He didn’t know if he could give all that up just to be with her. Guy didn’t have the first clue what to do. Emily, for the most part, was an open book. He knew she liked being with him and their attraction was scorching, but could it go any further? And was love really enough for him?
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Sighing, Emily opened her eyes. She frowned as she didn’t recognize where she was. Lifting the blanket she discovered that she was also naked, and nothing was coming clear. Sitting up, she looked left and right not recognizing a thing in front of her. Suddenly memories from the previous night swamped over her. She remembered bumping into Andrew after she’d hung up with Dorothy, her friend squealing in excitement over her current engagement to Wayne, and then Guy coming to her defense when Andrew shoved her to the ground.

She remembered being at the station before Guy was released, then him driving her car. Sitting up, she pushed the blanket off her legs and left the bed. She opened the wardrobe and took out a shirt.

Quickly putting the shirt on, she walked out of the room. Glancing at the clock she saw it was late afternoon. The sun was setting in the sky. She heard movement downstairs, and she made her way down. Her feet didn’t make any squeaks. The house was beautiful. Even in the low lighting she saw how wonderful the house was.

Was this where Guy lived?

Emily followed the sound of the noise. Standing in the doorway of the kitchen she watched Guy cooking.

Folding her arms she looked at him chopping onions and stirring something else.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked.

“You heard me?” She took several steps into the kitchen.

“I heard the wardrobe close.” He looked up holding a knife in his hand. His face was bruised from the fight the night before. She saw his lip was split and had scabbed over.

“You look a mess,” she said, taking a seat at the table in the corner.

“Thanks, baby. It’s what all men want to hear.”

“Does it hurt?”

He left the counter to pour some coffee into a cup. Guy walked close to her and handed her a cup. “It’s fine.” He leaned down and claimed her lips. The touch took her by such surprise that she gasped, opening up for him.

“Good girl,” he said, licking a path along her bottom lip before plunging into her mouth. His free hand cupped her breast and his finger slid across the hard bud of her nipple.

“Where are we?” she asked when he broke away from the kiss.

“We’re at my house.”

In the weeks they’d known each other not once had he talked about himself. She hadn’t even talked about herself. They’d simply spent time together. Talks of the past and family were never needed.

“This was given to me in my grandfather’s will. I loved coming here, and I built it up with my grandparents.” He placed the cup down. She felt his fingers on the back of her neck. Closing her eyes she leaned against him. If she was a cat she’d be purring now at the touch of him. “I modernized the place a little, but most of the main features are here. I remember my grandma cooking in this very kitchen.”

“They’re dead?” She didn’t want him to stop touching her.

“My granddaddy is. Grandma’s in a home. She suffers with Alzheimer’s, and we needed to put her there. We pay for her keep.”

“We?” Emily couldn’t believe he was opening up to her about all the personal stuff in his life.

“Yeah, my parents and me.”

“Are they alive?” she asked.

“Of course. In fact, do you want to visit them next week? Dad called while you were sleeping and invited me and any lady friend I had around for dinner.” Guy walked away as he asked with his head down.

Was this a sign, or was he reaching out to her?

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“I’d love to come. My folks are miles away in a small town of Fort Wills.” She wasn’t about to tell him how the town she’d grown up in was run by a load of bikers. The moment high school was finished she’d left for college and never returned. Her parents were looking to get out of town but were still living there so far.

“The biker town? I’ve heard about that town. Bad-ass, Emily.”

Shaking her head, Emily started talking about where she grew up. Guy whistled but didn’t say anything as she talked about where she was from. During the conversation she stood up and stood beside him helping him cook. He was cooking some kind of stew as he was chopping up vegetables.