Fool for You (Southern Bride 7)

She moaned again, and the sound and vibration of it unleashed the most intense orgasm I had ever felt in my fucking life. I was pretty sure I was having an out-of-body experience. Her name poured off my lips and I pumped into her, feeling my hot seed spill into her mouth. When I risked another look at her, I swore I came again. She was so damn beautiful. Her eyes sparkled with triumph and when she smiled, God it did something to me that no words could ever express. I wasn’t sure if I was even still alive. Surely I was in heaven.

I dropped back onto the bed and tried to get my body to stop shaking as Emmerson swallowed every drop of my release.

Then the warmth and cold were gone, and I felt her move up next to me. “Should I go rinse out my mouth?”

Holy hell, I was never going to let her leave the bed again.

I turned my head to see her lying on her side, her head on the pillow and that adorable smile of satisfaction still on her face. I leaned over and kissed her. The taste of my cum in her sweet mouth nearly had me hard again. I moved and settled my body over hers, kissing her like my freaking life depended on it.

Emmerson wrapped her arms around my neck and moaned into the kiss when my dick rubbed between her legs.

“Do you want me to make you come again, Emme?” I asked as I ran my hand down her body. I slipped my fingers inside of her and moaned when I felt how wet she was.

“Yes,” she whispered, and I rolled off her some and made her come again with my fingers while we kissed like two teenagers. After she came down from her own euphoria, I grabbed her hand and brought her into the bathroom. I reached into the now-cold water of her bath and drained it as she turned on the shower.

We stepped inside and took turns cleaning each other off. By the time we got out of the shower, dried off, and fell into bed, it was damn near morning. I pulled Emmerson against me, and we both drifted off to sleep within moments of our heads hitting the pillows.

Emmerson moved next to me, mumbling something under her breath. I heard a light knock on the door at the same time she threw her leg over me and put her head on my chest. She snuggled into me and sighed with contentment.

Kissing the top of her head, I whispered, “Good morning. I think housekeeping is knocking.”

“Tell them to go away—I’m in the arms of a hot guy who has morning wood.”

It was about that moment when she wrapped her hand around my hard dick.

I laughed and went to say something when the knock got louder. “Emmerson?”

We both bolted up and looked at each other.

“Oh my God, it’s my dad!” she whispered as she pushed away from me and flew out of bed. I scrambled out right after her.

Then she started talking with only her hands. She pointed to my clothes and then to the bathroom. I grabbed my shit and rushed to the bathroom as she pulled on some clothes.

“Hold on, Daddy, let me get something on!” she called out. “I must have overslept.”

After getting dressed faster than I ever have before in my life, I stepped into the bathtub and slowly shut the curtain, listening to Emmerson let her parents into the room.

“Hey, sorry, I only woke up a few minutes ago,” Emmerson said. I heard the door to the hotel room shut.

Paislie chuckled. “Well, it is only eight, sweetheart, and you had a very long day and night.”

I could almost hear Emmerson’s heart hammering from all the way in here, or maybe that was mine.

“Who were you talking to?” Malcolm asked.

“I wasn’t talking to anyone. Oh, I was talking on the phone to Landon, though. We were making plans to head down and eat breakfast before heading back to Waco. He mentioned something about a rental car being delivered this morning.”

Shit, I had forgotten about that. It wasn’t set to get dropped off at the hotel until eleven, though, since I figured Emmerson would want to have breakfast first.

“Emmit and Addie asked if we could all do breakfast together this morning? They’re going to call Landon, as well as Hailey and Mike, to see if they want to join us,” Paislie said.

I froze, remembering that I tossed my phone onto the table in Emmerson’s room when I had walked in last night.

“Oh, sounds good. Let me get freshened up some since I just woke up. I’ll most likely find Landon and head down with him.”

“Starting the whole fake engagement thing now?” Malcolm asked from what sounded like across the room.