Shrugging her shoulders, she didn’t look either of them in the eye before pulling her cell phone out of her back pocket and handing it to Coop. After a minute of his silence, Dane could practically see the smoke billowing from his ears he was so pissed off. “What the fuck, Emily? Why the fuck are you just giving this to us now?” He exploded, handing Dane the phone.
Looking down, he was shocked at the image and message on her phone. The photo of the three of them in front of the police station from a couple days ago looked very intimate. The way they held her between them. The way Coop was whispering his threat of a spanking in her ear for running from them. His was pissed about the violation of their privacy and the threat to Emily. Looking up and into her eyes, he could see the fear and the doubts she was probably having, “Why, Em?” he asked knowing she’d know what he meant. She was an extremely bright woman from everything he’d learned about her but had zero self-preservation sometimes.
Looking down to her feet, she started to fidget again. “I didn’t want anyone to get hurt. I still don’t. He keeps saying he’ll go after you. I can’t have that. I won’t let that happen to you.” Looking up between the two of them she whispered fiercely, “Either of you.”
She looked so small and afraid, so he relented on his pissed expression a little. “Em, baby, this is what you hired us for. To protect you. We can’t do that if you’re keeping stuff from us. You can’t do this shit anymore. Something happens, no matter what it is, you tell us. Got it?” He demanded.
Nodding her head at him, she looked at Coop. “Cooper?” She questioned.
He’d never been so mad before. No, he wasn’t just mad, he was fucking pissed. She was in danger, had been for years, and she didn’t tell them that he’d sent another threatening note. Coop couldn’t believe it, he knew he was probably angrier than what the situation called for. No, fuck that. She’s lucky I don’t put her ass over my knee now! He thought angrily. When she whispered his name, he heard the fear in her voice, but it wasn’t just fear of her stalker, it was fear of him.
Storming up to her Coop slipped one hand around her back and one into her hair, grabbing a fistful of the silky locks and pulling her head back. Hard. “No more hiding shit, Emily. This isn’t a fucking game. I know you know that, so no fucking more!” he said vehemently before slamming his lips down on hers, making her gasp in shock.
The second her lips opened he pushed his tongue inside, tasting every crevice he could reach. Tangling his tongue with hers, he
played, drawing her back into his mouth. Nibbling on it, he swallowed her moans of pleasure. Letting go and trailing his hand down her back, he grabbed hold of her luscious ass, pulling her closer to him so their bodies were aligned. Drawing back from her lips, he watched her fight to catch her breath. When she looked up at him, he turned her around right into Dane’s arms so fast, she didn’t have time to react when he planted his lips on hers.
Watching Dane’s tall frame tower over her and swallow her up in one fell swoop was one of the most erotic sights he’d ever seen. She melted into his big-ass body without provocation. Listening to her breathy sighs and deep moans was the biggest turn on in the world at that moment. His cock was harder than he’d ever felt it. He could feel his pulse in his long, thick length beating so hard it was almost painful.
Running his own hands over as much of her pliant body as he could reach, Cooper started rubbing his hard length against her soft ass, leaking pre-cum all over the inside of his pants. Pushing her hair to the side, he started kissing and biting his way up her neck. Stopping at the pulse point, he gave one hard, long suck before letting go to admire his mark on her soft golden skin.
Sliding one hand around the front of her stomach and slowly moving it down her front into her pants, he found her core soaked with her arousal. As she felt his hand softly gliding along her bare center, she pulled back from Dane letting out a soft, almost painful, sounding moan. He would have stopped if she hadn’t gushed at his first touch of her most intimate area. Rubbing his thumb gently on her clit, he moved his finger lightly around her pussy hole, pushing in the slightest bit.
Leaning against him she whispered his name in a nearly silent plea, “Cooper, please.” She begged, looking up at Dane when he growled out his pleasure of her rubbing against him at the same time.
“Fuck, your beautiful, baby girl. Lost in pleasure between us, I could drown in this sexy body of yours for days.” He exclaimed roughly as she writhed between the two of them.
“Oh, God.” She moaned out.
“No, baby girl. Not God, just us. Now, fucking come!” Dane told her roughly.
And she did. Beautifully. A deep blush worked its way from her chest all the way up her slender throat and onto her beautiful face. Working his finger deeper inside her tight channel and rubbing more furiously on her clit, he prolonged her climax for as long as he could.
When she went lax in their arms, he pulled his hand from her warm heat, sticking one finger in his mouth to suck it clean. Dane grabbed his hand, shocking the fuck out of him, and ran his fingers across her lips, smearing her essence all around and into her mouth. Swooping down, Dane sucked on her tongue and lips until he was sure there was nothing left of her pussy cream.
“Motherfucker! That was hot as hell.” He deadpanned, making Dane chuckle and Emily hide her face against his chest.
“It was wonderful,” she said on a breathy sigh. “Can uh… Can we do that again? Only for real this time?” Shocking them both when she asked brazenly.
“Em, you can have anything you like.” Coop smirked.
I think I need new panties, Emily thought looking at Dane and Coop after that wild orgasm they’d given her. She was soaked. But at the thought of needing new undies, reality came crashing down on her like a bucket of ice water. Her ruined home. Her stalker. Her living nightmare.
Furious all over again, she decided not to dwell on it. She hated this constant sense of dread and overwhelming fear dragging her down all the time. It was time to get her old life back, including the old her. The one who wasn’t afraid to take life by the balls and go after what she wanted.
Feeling a vibration by her hip, she looked down at Dane’s pocket then back up to him and smiled coyly, “You’re vibrating, Dane.”
“So I am.” He chuckled, pulling his phone out and answering with a clipped, “Johnston.” Watching his face as he talked was more erotic than she would have thought. As soon as whoever it was started talking, his face went hard. Dark. His blue eyes narrowed causing his eyebrows to furrow and lines and grooves appeared across his forehead. His cheeks tightened in frustration, and his lips thinned as he listened. At his explosion of “What the fuck!”, she jumped back into Coop’s hard chest.
After a few more minutes of him just listening and grunting he hung up, nearly crushing the phone in his fist. “Dane?” She questioned softly, looking up at him. Feeling hands squeeze her hips, she looked back over her shoulder into Cooper’s nearly translucent eyes and smiled before looking back.
Letting out a rough breath, he told them, “That was Officer Rivera. She finally heard back from the police station in Lincoln and they told her that it was all in your fucking head. There was no evidence of anyone stalking you. Fucking useless bunch of twits.” He expressed, frustration etched in every line on his handsome face.
“Oh,” she said feeling almost defeated. She walked away from them and went into the bathroom to start cleaning up.
“Emily!” Cooper barked in such a stern voice that her body froze mid-step at his command. “Get your sweet ass back here.”
Torn between wanting to listen and wanting to just think about her options, she didn’t move fast enough for him before he threatened, “Baby girl, you have three seconds before I put you over my knee.”