Ignite

My lower lip began to bleed as I bit down with such force I busted it open. “Emmit, I need to . . . please!” I begged as I rocked faster.

“If you come, I won’t let you fuck me.”

My heart dropped as I fought with everything I had not to come. I loved it when Emmit talked dirty to me. It turned me on even more as my eyes locked onto his.

“I won’t. . . . come . . . I swear,” I panted out while Emmit’s fingers slowed down. A smile spread across his face as he pulled his fingers out and put them in his mouth as I whimpered.

Slowly pulling his fingers out of his mouth, Emmit said, “Get on me, Addie.”

“Yes,” I said as I moved over him and slowly sank down onto him. Dropping my head back, I took in the feeling of Emmit filling my body. Something about us both being completely dressed was driving my desire even more.

“You look so fucking hot. Now fuck me. I’m all yours, baby.”

Placing my hands onto Emmit’s shoulders, he grabbed my hips as I moved. The feeling was amazing as I totally lost control and quickly got lost in my orgasm. It hit was such force, I screamed as I tried to get Emmit deeper into me. The moment his fingers dug in deeper into my hips, I knew he was about to come.

“You’re gripping my cock so hard . . . I’m going to come, baby.”

Emmit’s words pushed me over the ledge as I came with him again. I loved being on top. I always came when I was on top. The feeling of being in control while we fucked was something I loved more than I wanted to admit. I had fantasized about tying Emmit up more than one time. Maybe someday I’d work up the nerve to tell him my fantasies.

My forehead dropped to his, Emmit, and I pulled air into our lungs as I felt him twitching inside of me. I would have to say that operation get Emmit’s mind off of everything worked like a charm.

“I can’t wait until you’re pregnant, Addie.”

Those words wrapped around my entire body and caused a shiver to race across my skin. I wanted nothing more than to be carrying Emmit’s child. My mother thought we were rushing things, especially since she kept bringing up how I had run away not too long ago. I had admitted I let what I thought I saw and heard fuel my silly fears. I knew in the depths of my soul that Emmit would never cheat on me.

“Do you want to try for a baby, Emmit?”

Emmit’s eyes lit up as I felt him getting hard again. Lifting my eyebrows up, I let out a giggle. “Are you getting hard again?” I asked as I began moving my hips. I didn’t regret blurting out my question. I could see it in Emmit’s eyes he wanted a baby as much as I did.

Emmit answered me by pressing himself into me. “I would love to see your stomach growing with our child, but I want us to spend some time together first, Addie. Just you and me. When we have a baby, things will be different.”

I pulled my body back to get a better look at him. “What do you mean things will be different?”

Emmit pulled me back to him as he kissed along my neck. “I’m just saying, once we have a baby it won’t be us sneaking off to places together. There will be a little person involved.”

There was lightness in my chest as I thought about us having a baby. Emmit’s voice whispering against my neck had my lower stomach tightening with anticipation. “I’m going to make love to you now, baby.”

Before I even knew what was happening, my dress was over my head and on the floor as I laid on the sofa and Emmit made love to me every so slowly.

God I loved race day.

Two Months Later

AS I STOOD ON THE window of my car, I yelled out in victory lane. Turning, I quickly scanned for her.

Blue eyes caught mine as Adaline made her way over to me. Jumping down, I ignored all the pats on the back and the yells of congratulations. The only thing I saw was her.

Adaline.

My breath caught in my throat when she stopped in front of me. “You won,” she said as she pressed her lips together.

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The last race of the season.

I raced my fucking ass off against Malcolm Wallace and even though I wanted to ram into the back of his car, I kept my cool and took the win from him. I knew by taking Malcolm out, I risked wrecking my own car.

“You know what’s even better than winning?”