Page 19 of Drowning
As she collapses on her bed and pulls her boots off, I scan her room to make sure there aren't any more surprises from Damon.
"I'll be right back, Little One. I'm going to do a walk-through to make sure that motherfucker hasn't been back." I lean down and press a soft kiss to her forehead, hearing a small sigh of relief slip from her red lips.
"I'll be right here when you get back." She grins and leans back on her elbows, my eyes darting to her pointy nipples still poking through her top.
I quickly tear my gaze away and head out of her room, making my way through the rest of the house to ensure that everything is secure. As I finish my walk through, a wave of unease washes over me. What if Damon had already been back? What if he had found some other way to torment Emerson? I push the thoughts aside and return to her room, relieved to find her exactly where I left her. Maybe it was time to finally give in to the overwhelming desire that had been building between us—one that we had been hiding for a while.
I strip down to my underwear, watching her hungrily take in the sight of my body, mesmerized by the tattoos covering almost every inch of my skin. Climbing into bed with her, I put my gun under the pillow and turn on my side, slowly pulling at her clothes until they come off, and she's left ass naked beside me, her cheeks red as she begins to become shy.
Before she can speak, I roll on top of her, hovering my body over hers with our lips inches apart. She holds onto my hips and locks her legs around me, trying to pull me as close to her as she can.
"Kiss me, Kane," she begs, her eyes pleading with desire.
And so I do, fusing our mouths as my tongue slips between her lips, finding hers in a wild dance of need and hunger. My cock grows and pokes into her, but I ignore my own needs and focus on her—focus on making her feel good.
Breaking the kiss, she whimpers, clawing at my back as I slide down her body, roughly pushing her legs open. The smell of her arousal fills my nose as I dip my head between her thighs and lick from the bottom of her cunt to the top, making her back rise off the bed.
"Ahh, Kane!" she gasps, letting herself fall flat on her back as I suck her swollen little clit between my teeth.
"I love hearing my name come from those lips, Little One. Scream it all you want because tonight, I'm going to eat this pretty pink cunt until you squirt all over my tongue."
She shivers, looking at me, not knowing what to say until she blurts out, "I fucked Seven tonight again."
"I know, and I don't give a fuck. We're all grown." I spread her pussy lips open and push my tongue inside her, getting a taste of her sweetness that begins to drive me fucking wild. "We can all share," I mumble against her cunt, the vibrations from my voice making her eyes roll back.
With each flick of my tongue, Emerson's moans grew louder and more desperate, her body writhing in pleasure beneath me. I could feel her getting closer, her hips buckling against my face as she teetered on the edge of release. My fingers fucked her while my tongue lapped up her slick juices, her scent burning into my nose. She pulled my hair and cried out as I pinched her clit and used my fingers and tongue to destroy her.
Her body shook. Her back rose and fell. Her legs tried to clamp around my head, but I roughly pushed them open and pinned them to the mattress. I didn't stop until she cried out my name, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. I sucked her cum out of her and held it on my tongue until her pussy wasdry and begging me for a break. Climbing back up her body, I captured her lips and forced my cum-covered tongue between them, wanting her to taste how fucking sweet she was.
As she lay there, breathless and sated, I looked into her eyes, a surge of desire washing over me once again. I knew that tonight was just the beginning for us, despite the complicated situation we found ourselves in.
A mix of emotions and thoughts flooded my mind as I gazed down at her, but in that moment, I knew that I wanted to protect her and be there for her in ways she couldn't even imagine.
And I was willing to do whatever the fuck it took to keep her safe, no matter the cost.
ten
Surprise, Surprise
E m e r s o n
Iwake up wearing a long, loose t-shirt that smells just like Kane. And when I open my eyes, rubbing the sleep out of them, blinded by the bright sun peeking in through the windows, I turn and see Kane still sleeping soundly beside me. I watch as his perfectly sculpted, tattooed chest rises and falls with each breath he takes, fixating my eyes on the shiny platinum piercings he has through his nipples.
He's fucking gorgeous, especially for a man in his forties. His short, dark hair with silver streaks on random strands is all tousled, making him look fucking stunning. I've always thought that Kane was attractive for someone his age, very well built, with a figure that towers over me.
To be honest, I never looked at him the way I have been lately. I mean, he was my father's best friend, and I knew nothing would ever happen between us.
But after the events that took place last night in my childhood bed proved otherwise. And even though I'm feeling plenty guilty over my actions with KaneandSeven, I want them even more, despite my brother and father's rule that they were off limits to me and I to them.
I hate letting them down, but at the same time, I can't ignore the new, intense feelings I've been keeping in—and I don't fucking want to.
Yes, I've been struggling and slowly spiraling since the murder of my parents over six months ago, and I have no idea how to move on and find happiness again.
But Seven and Kane have helped immensely, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to explore more to see where things could go. I need to move on from Damon, and they've helped with that too. Getting over your first love is hard—harder than I thought—but they make it so much easier for me. I know I deserved better than Damon and his cruel and unusual beatings.
So, I guess I'll have to figure things out as I go along. And if that means exploring these new and unconventional feelings with Kane and Seven, then so be it. Because I refuse to let anyone hold me back from finding happiness again, especially not my own guilt.
As I look at Kane sleeping next to me, I can't help but feel a rush of emotions, a perfect storm drowning me from the inside. But I know if anyone can pull me out of the water, it's them two.