Where they were fast, eager, Emme hesitates, slows me down.
When they kissed me, it made me want them so fucking bad.
When I kiss her, I feel like she’ll break in my arms, and the need to take care of her scares me, because I’m only now realizing she’s all there is for me …
“Blane,” she whispers against my lips, and I interrupt her by sliding my tongue in her mouth, taking her innocence, rough, because I know she needs reassurance.
“No more lies,” she begs as I pull her head back for easier access. “Say it, Blane,” she demands.
“No more lies,” I tell my love, crossing my fingers behind my back.
Chapter 15
I’ve got her attention now.
I see Emme every day.
I even skip work; just so I can be with her … taste her.
She softens when I touch her, loses herself in my mouth, my want for her. It’s driving me fucking insane, because she’s so sweet and innocent, but she still wants me so badly.
I take her to the movies, and I hold her hand when she cries at the sad endings.
I buy her popcorn and endure her throwing it at me, because her laugh is infectious.
I take her to feed the ducks, and I bring a picnic blanket like a total dipshit, because it makes her happy. I do all that, and I’d do a thousand other things for her, because she’s quickly becoming my everything.
Aiden is stewing in his anger because she’s so busy lately. I don’t tell him shit, and she doesn’t, either. He complains that she must have a boyfriend, and tells me how he’ll beat him into a pulp when he sees them together, some weird mix of a protective brother and a jealous man.
Bring it on, brother, I think angrily, still mad about his lies. Let’s see which one of us gets the girl this time.
But most of the time, I manage not to think of Aiden. I’m too lost in Emme.
We spend so much time together, but our interactions are few and far in-between. She lets me kiss her goodnight, but breaks it off before I can get what I want. She lets me stroke her hair, but when my hand moves downwards, she laughs and runs away, waving me off. I live for the horror movies she likes to watch because she lets me hold her when she’s scared, and I’d do anything to feel her soft skin on mine.
She wants to take it slow, and it’s killing me.
Every night ends with me jacking off, thinking of Emme, only Emme …
And I know I won’t be able to hold off much longer. I’ve never in my 25 years had sex with someone who meant th
is much to me. I’ve never tried this hard for a girl. I love it, but I need more, more and more every day.
The PG13 stuff is okay, but I’m an R rated man.
And the release day is coming closer and closer …
Chapter 16
My little doll is having a bad day.
She’s wrapped up in my arms – for once – crying her heart out.
“I want to tell,” she sobs. “But what will everyone think?”
She wants to go public, and my panic grows with every one of her sobs. We can’t tell anyone, because I need to deal with Aiden first. Need to tell him the plan is off, Emme is mine. And if I know my brother – and I do, like the back of my hand – I know he will not take it well.
I can feel the eyes of the patrons in the coffee shop staring at us, so I somehow scoop Emme up and bring her to her feet. “Shhh,” I say softly, stroking her hair. “Let’s get you home.”
She lets me take care of it all, dialing her driver, getting her in the car, covering her up with a blanket on the backseat. I’m about to kiss her goodbye when she pulls me back. “No,” she pleads. “Come with me.”
She has never, never asked me to come back with her.
And on any other day, I would have said no.
But looking at those big, round and pleading eyes, I know I don’t have a choice.
I get in the car and let her snuggle against me as we start driving.
I guess today is the day I battle my demons.
***
We pull into the driveway I know so well. This place was my home, and I haven’t set foot in it for almost a full year. I fight hard to keep walking straight, to keep my emotions at bay as we stop in front of the beautiful building.
The driver opens the door for Emme and I get out on the other side, taking in my past home. It’s majestic – an enormous dwelling surrounded by trimmed grass and flowers in bloom. The sun is setting behind the house, coloring the sky in vivid watercolors. It’s like a fairytale here, and as I look at Emme, I wonder how she stays here by herself.
She must be so lonely.
I take her arm and we walk in without saying a word.
The driver goes home after I promise to take care of Emme for the night, and the housekeeper has left some dinner in the oven. I inspect the Mac and cheese she made for Emme.
Take care of yourself, girlie! says her writing in cursive on a note in the kitchen, and I wonder if Emme has ever had a person who didn’t want to take care of her like she was a little girl.
Sure she has, my mind reminds me. Aiden just wants to fuck her over.
I ignore my inner voice and set Emme down at the counter. The dining room has an enormous table and I think she’ll feel safer here, close to me.