Lady Luck - Ashby Crime Family

I guess Evan was right; each day I reached for a little more happiness and dwelled a little less on the sadness. The loss.

And loss brought me right back to Fiona. There was some mystery surrounding her departure that the guys had hinted at, but no one had said anything explicitly. And that in itself was odd…wasn’t it?

I made a mental note to ask Emmett about it. Later.

Then I got back to work, smiling and bantering with uber rich strangers, thinking that maybe Lance would’ve gotten a kick out of seeing me interact with them as if I belonged.

You always said I belonged everywhere, and now I’m finally starting to believe you.

It wasn’t much, but it was still progress and that made me smile just a little brighter for the rest of the night.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Emmett

I’d forgotten how good it felt to wake up with a soft, warm woman in my arms. Every time I woke up next to Vanessa, I had a smile on my face. It was a novel feeling, being happy instead of just existing. Surviving. I loved this feeling of connection with another person, of looking forward to spending time with someone, sharing my thoughts and hopes and fears with them. I was falling in love with the woman sleeping gently in my arms, but I had my doubts that it could last.

That we could last.

A low groan escaped as Vanessa came to with a long, sensual stretch that pushed her naked breasts toward the sky as her back bowed into an impressive arch. She opened one blue eye and then the other, a smile tipping the corners of her mouth up. “Good morning.”

“It is now,” I told her. Cheesy as fuck, but when a woman like Vanessa smiled up at a guy like me, it was hard not to be a little bit cheesy. “Sleep well?”

She emitted a low growl and covered her face in embarrassment. “So well! You gave me quite a workout last night, Mr. Manning.” A nervous laugh escaped and she peeked at me through her fingers. “Quite a workout.”

I leaned on one elbow and bent over Vanessa, smiling uncontrollably as I peeled her hands from her beautiful face until those blue eyes met mine, totally unobstructed. “Right back at you, gorgeous.”

That smile right there, the one that made my heart skip a beat, was worth every hour of sleep I missed pleasing and loving her body. It was worth every training session I cut short to be with her. Hell, the truth was, time with her was worth everything.

I dragged my fingertips up her thighs, and she moaned, “Emmett,” her pleasure evident in the sound.

“Vanessa,” I whispered in return. My fingers reached between her thighs and found her swollen and soaked already, and I’d barely touched her. “I love that you’re already so wet. So ready.”

“Ah,” she moaned and wrapped one hand around my wrist, using my fingers like her own personal dildo, slowing my moves when she was close and speeding it up when she needed more. “Emmett, yes!”

Watching her was an electrifying experience, and my cock hardened to the point of pain as she gripped my wrist tighter. A moment later, she growled out her orgasm. Her chest heaved as pleasure worked its way out of her body, and I couldn’t help but lean over her and take one of those sweet pink nipples in my mouth with a moan. Vanessa shook and trembled with more aftershocks, and I slid a finger over her clit to prolong her pleasure.

Finally, she collapsed back against the pillow, totally spent with a satisfied smile on her face. “I don’t get it, how am I always ready to go?” The wonder in her voice was adorable. Sexy.

“Maybe I just know how to push your buttons.”

Learning what she liked was an experience I was completely addicted to. The look of surprise when she discovered she liked having me put a clamp on her nipples before she left for work. Or when we attended a boxing interview at the local news station, and she squirmed in her seat, front and center, with an app based vibrator between her legs. Every time I laughed, I hit my phone in my pocket. She came on national TV. I loved that she was so adventurous.

And my personal favorite, tying her hands behind her back and watching her get off just from sucking my cock.

How could a man ever get enough of that?

Big blue eyes locked on mine as she gently pulled my fingers from her body and licked one and then the other, from the base to the tip, a small smile on her lips telling me she knew exactly what she was doing to me.

“And maybe I know how to push yours too.”

“Without a doubt,” I told her and climbed up her body, sliding into her slick pussy in one deep stroke.