Текст книги "Beautifully Insightful"
Автор книги: K.C. Lynn
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I expel a heavy breath and flop down on my bed, feeling ready for a nap, and I just woke up. Summer jumps up beside me and lays her face next to mine. Smiling, I turn on my side to face her and put my arm over her neck. “You always know when I need ya, huh?” I coo while stroking her soft velvet ears. “I see you like Ryder.” She groans then licks my nose, making me giggle. “Yeah, me too.”
After a few minutes of Summer’s sweet kisses and cuddles, I sit up and pull out my iPad then open my app to practice distinguishing my letters. It isn’t long before I forget my troubles, and get wrapped up into my new world of learning.
Ryder
Nick leaves hours later, and I’m thankful to be done the grueling paperwork. My brain is completely exhausted from going over every scenario for what should be our plan of action. Hopefully Rosa gets that key and we won’t have to wait until the charity dinner. We need to move faster; I got a call from Hector earlier saying Michaels was snooping around, asking questions and making not-so-subtle threats. I knew it was only going to be a matter of time before he did. We locked up my cover airtight, but it still makes me fucking nervous.
A heavy dose of rage pumps through me when I think back to Emily’s father’s visit. Fuck, I lose all control when it comes to that guy. I can’t wait to bring him down; not only for these girls, but every other person he’s fucked over, including the years lost between Emily and me. I’ve been kicking myself the last few days for not coming back sooner for her. What I told her was true, I didn’t want to know she was with someone else; it would have ripped me apart. But the other reason, that I didn’t share, was because the more time I was away from her, the more I thought she was better off without me. Hell, I still think I’m not good enough for her, I know I’m not. But now that I have her back there is no fucking way I am letting her go. Not ever.
I’m hoping when all of this is over she will come back to Florida with me. I don’t want to move here – I hate this place. It reminds me too much of where I come from, and it holds nothing but bad memories. Emily is the only good one. Actually, she’s the best thing to ever happen to my pathetic life.
With that thought, I head down the hallway, needing to see her. She only came out of her room once in the last few hours and that was to grab a sandwich. Opening her door softly, I see her sitting up in bed, engrossed in her iPad. Her lips are moving as she stares at the screen. I lean against the door to watch her a moment, my eyes drawn to her long, smooth legs that are showcased by her short, sexy jean shorts. My dick jolts to life at seeing her in my shirt still. Fuck, I wasn’t kidding, she looks sexy as hell in my clothes.
“L,” she whispers, still lost in concentration, before tapping something on the screen. The iPad repeats the letter back to her. “Yes!” she shouts with a smile, fist pumping the air, then leans over and hugs her dog. “That’s five right in a row, girl.”
Something shifts in my chest at her excitement and I smile with her. She sits up then finally notices me, and it scares the living shit out of her. She jumps and lets out a startled scream. “Jesus, Ryder.” She lays her hand over heart. “What the hell are you doing, sneaking up on me?”
I chuckle. “Sorry, baby, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Walking over, I lean down and give her a hard kiss before flopping down beside her. “What are you working on?” I grab the iPad from her and look at the screen.
“Just learning some letters and numbers,” she mumbles.
“Want some help?”
She clears her throat nervously. “Ummm…”
I glance back at her to see her looking embarrassed or some shit, which pisses me off. “Stop it, Emily!”
“What?”
“You know what. Stop acting like there’s something to be fucking ashamed of. We’ve been over this.”
She turns her face away but not before I see her vulnerability, which makes me feel like shit. I blow out a frustrated breath, wondering how I can help her without her feeling embarrassed. Suddenly, the perfect idea forms. “Let’s play a game.”
“What kind of game?” she asks suspiciously.
“A fun one.” Her eyes narrow at my suggestive smirk. I grab one of her pillows and lay back at the end of the bed, facing her. “I’m going to quiz you on your letters. If you get any wrong you have to take off an article of clothing.”
She throws her head back and laughs, the sound of it doing strange shit to my chest, but her expression sobers when she realizes I’m not kidding. “You’re serious?”
“Yeah, baby, I’m fucking serious.”
She rolls her eyes. “Well, what do I get if I get it right?”
“Whatever you want.”
She smirks. “Okay, well if I get it right then you have to take your clothes off, too.”
I shrug. “Sounds good to me.” Either way the end result will be the same, but if I have my way she will be completely naked in record time.
“All right,” she agrees with a smile. It’s a smile I should have been suspicious of.
“All right, let’s see.” I look at the screen on the iPad and it doesn’t take me long to figure out the program. For a warm up, I decide to start with one that she knows by showing her an L. She smiles and repeats it back to me. “Good girl.”
I go to pick another one when she interrupts me: “Um, excuse me?”
“What?”
She flicks her hand at me. “Take something off, Jameson.”
I grunt. “That was a practice one, baby.”
She shakes her head. “Uh-uh. Rules are rules. Come on, take it off.”
I smirk. “You want to see me naked that bad, Em?”
She shrugs. “This is your game. I’m just following the rules.” I grunt, not impressed with her sass, then take off my hat. “That’s hardly an article of clothing,” she scoffs.
Jesus, she’s lippy. “Rules are rules, baby.” I mock back.
I decide no more Mr. Fucking-nice-guy for her. I scroll through trying to find a letter I don’t think she will know, which is mean, I know, but her lippy ass deserves it. I pick a P and show her the screen. She stares at it for a long moment, and by her hard concentration I know I’ve got her. I’m about to tell her to shed her shirt when she repeats the right letter back to me. Huh, I didn’t expect that.
She smiles at my surprised expression. “Next, Jameson, and this time it better be your shirt.”
I glare at her smugness then sit up and take my shirt off. My semi-erect cock, goes painfully hard when I watch her innocent eyes roam my body with appreciation, her cheeks flushing pink. Yeah, this game isn’t going to last long. I scroll through the letters again and pick a Q. There is no way she knows this one. I flip the screen toward her with a smirk.
“Hmmm,” she muses, one of her fingers tapping her lip as she stares at it for a long moment, a really long moment.
“Shirt off, babe, now,” I order, before turning the screen back to me.
“Q,” she blurts out.
My gaze snaps back to her. What the fuck? “How did you know that?”
She shrugs. “I’ve been practicing.” I watch her suspiciously, something not feeling right. “Pants off, babe, now,” she mimics back and bursts out laughing, thinking she’s fucking hilarious.
This game is seriously starting to piss me off. I take my belt off instead of my pants and she rolls her eyes, clearly not happy with my choice. She’s goddamn lucky I don’t skip this shit altogether and rip her fucking clothes off instead. I’m close to doing just that.
I carefully select my next choice, skimming through every letter. Emily waits patiently with a smug smile, one I’m becoming more and more suspicious of. I decide on the letter B. I show her the screen and pay really close attention to her. I watch her stare at it, and my eyes drop when I notice her arm just barely moving, but I can’t see her hand. “Hey, what the fuck are you doing?” I point at her accusingly.
She stills. “What?”
“Put your fucking hands up!”
She throws her hands up with a laugh. “Am I under arrest, Special Agent Jameson?”
I’d find her cute if I weren’t busy busting her ass. “You were fucking cheating.”
“No, I wasn’t.” She scoffs then bites her lip guiltily.
“Yes, you were. You were tracing the letters next to you, weren’t you?” She would know what they are by drawing them out. Fuck, I can’t believe I never caught on.
“No.” She lies again, laughing hysterically. That’s it. I toss the fucking iPad aside then pounce on her. She squeals as I flip her under me and away from the headboard so we’re horizontal. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I would have told you, I swear.”
I grunt. “Before or after I had all my clothes off?”
“Duh, after of course,” she sasses back, jacking my dick harder.
Rising up, I cup her between her legs, feeling the heat of her pussy through her shorts, and her laughter trails off on a moan. “That smart mouth of yours is about to get you into trouble, Emily.”
“Then by all means, punish away,” she taunts breathlessly, lifting her hips to grind into my touch.
White-hot lust erupts through me. “Be careful what you ask for, baby.” I’ve been fairly careful with her the last few days, not wanting to unleash this burning desire I have for her, the need to fuck her without abandon so strong it even scares me.
She looks up at me earnestly, then reaches up and curls her hand around my neck, pulling me down to her mouth. I kiss her long, deep and thoroughly, her innocent taste, one I will never be able to live without ever again, rushes through my veins and completely intoxicates me. As hard as my dick is right now, I could just do this with her for hours. Just touch and taste her.
Her fingers grip my hair aggressively as we devour one another. “Don’t hold back on me, Jameson,” she mumbles just before she shocks the shit out of me by taking my bottom lip and sinking her teeth into it.
The sting shoots like a bolt of electricity straight through my body and right to my cock. My restraint snaps. With a growl, I rise up and grab the top of her tank top then tear it down the middle. She gasps in shock before a fiery whimper escapes her lips. I throw the tatted material of her top aside and stare down at her sexy, pink lace bra with my plaid shirt marginally covering her.
My hand reaches up to cup her delicate throat, my thumb running back and forth on her thrumming pulse point. “Everything about you is beautiful, Em, and delicate. The way I want to take you, the things I want to do to this sweet body of yours.” I shake my head and groan. “It’s so fucking consuming, I find it hard just to breathe.”
“I’m not going to break, Ryder,” she whispers.
“No, you won’t, but you deserve sweet and soft just like you.”
She reaches up and touches my mouth, her fingers tracing my lips. “I deserve you, and everything you have to give me.”
She is not ready for everything I want to give her, but I’ll definitely start getting her prepared for it. I encircle her wrist and press a kiss to the inside of her palm, giving her one last moment of tenderness before removing her shorts. I rid her of them quickly, leaving her in her matching pink panties and my shirt.
“Fuck, you’re sexy.” I reach up and flick the front clasp of her bra, freeing the best set of tits I’ve ever had the pleasure to touch and taste. Leaning down, I take a pink tortured bud into my mouth and suck it before biting down with force.
“Ah, god.” She whimpers, her nails digging into my shoulders, the painful pleasure spiking my dick harder than I thought possible.
I get to my feet and stand at the edge of the bed before grabbing her ankles and pulling her closer to me. Her eyes burn with lust and anticipation, but there is no denying the trepidation in them. “Sit up for a moment, baby.” When she does as I ask, I rid her of my shirt and her bra before coaxing her to her back again. I stare down at her innocent perfection, she looks like a fucking angel – one I’m about to corrupt.
I trail my hand between her breasts and down her quivering stomach before cupping her hot, lace covered pussy, feeling her fucking soaked. She moans and arches into my touch. “Do you trust me, Emily?”
Her eyes snap open, her pretty gaze holding mine with confidence. “Yes.”
It’s the only word I needed to hear. Grasping her hips, I bend down and give her soft, toned tummy a gentle kiss before flipping her to her stomach, she gasps at the sudden movement. I lift her to her knees so her perfect ass is perched for my pleasure… or hers, depending how you want to look at it.
I cup her soft, round flesh, loving how perfectly it fills my hands. “I swear, Em, your ass was made for my hands, just like the rest of your body.”
She moans and thrusts back greedily. “Ryder, please do something.”
I smirk. “What do you want me to do to you, baby, hmm?” When she doesn’t respond, I chuckle, knowing she doesn’t want to ask for it. “This maybe?” I lean down and kiss each side of her round globes. She shakes her head and pushes back, seeking more. “No? Then how about this?” I rip the lace from her body before running two fingers through her wet flesh, tracing lightly over her throbbing clit.
A fiery, sound erupts from her. “Ryder, please, you know what I want.”
I chuckle. “Yeah, baby, I know, and I love hearing you fucking beg for it.” I bring my fingers from her pussy and suck her arousal off. I groan from her sweet taste then bring my hand down on her ass, delivering a sharp slap.
“Ahhh, yes,” she cries and thrusts back eagerly for more. I give her what she wants, bringing my hand down again, a little harder this time, making her scream.
I groan, feeling ready to explode from just the sound of her pleasure. I watch her soft flesh turn red and I soothe it with my palm. “Tell me, Em, tell me how much you like it when I spank this tight ass of yours.”
“I love it. I love everything you do to me.” She pants heavily.
“That’s because this ass is mine, isn’t that right?” I ask before laying down another hard slap to her tender flesh.
“Yes, yours, always.” She whimpers, pushing back for more.
I growl and undo my pants, freeing my cock. “That’s right, baby, and one day, I’m going to fuck this ass. I’m going to take you where no one has before. I’m going to invade every inch of this body of yours so you never forget who it belongs to.” I lay down two more smacks, one to each cheek before reaching under and slapping her pussy, right over her clit.
“Oh god, Ryder!” As soon as her orgasm hits, I slam inside of her, right into fucking paradise. She screams again at the invasion, her pussy clenching and fluttering around me, griping me like a tight vise.
“Ah fuck, you’re perfect, baby.” I swear I’ve never felt anything as good as her. I still and grip her hips firmly. “You still good, Em?”
“God, yes, don’t stop.”
I let go and fuck her without abandon. I pound into her relentlessly, fucking her harder than I have fucked anyone in my entire life. Her screams and cries fueling me, making me feel like a fucking animal.
I lean back and watch my cock plunge in and out of her. “Fuck, your pussy is so greedy for me, baby.” Knowing I’m not going to last long, I change my angle, stroking her sweet spot.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god.”
I agree and I would tell her so, if my dick weren’t bathed in tight, hot perfection right now.
It isn’t long before her inner walls clamp down on me. “Fuck yes!” I growl before falling over the edge with her, coming harder than I ever have before.
As soon as I pull out of her she drops down on her stomach. I lean over and kiss her soft, slender back. “Are you good, Em?” I ask worriedly. When she doesn’t respond, my panic escalates. “Em, baby, answer me, are you okay?”
“Can you give a girl a minute? I was just screwed within an inch of my life, sorry if I’m having a hard time speaking at the moment,” she mumbles into the blankets.
I smirk, taking her sass as an indication she’s okay. Standing up, I shed myself of my pants then head into her bathroom and start the shower. I walk back to the bed then pick Emily up, cradling her in my arms.
“What are you doing?” she mumbles, her eyes closed.
“Taking you into the shower, baby.”
“No shower, only sleep.”
I grin. “Shower first, then sleep.”
“I hate it when you’re bossy.”
I chuckle and ignore her grumpiness then step into the shower, under the hot spray. I put her down in front of me, keeping my arms locked around her body so she can stay upright. She leans back, slack against me, and considering her eyes are still closed, I decide to wash her. I watch the soap run down her beautiful body, loving every fucking moment of it, and I’m shocked as shit when my cock turns semi hard again.
“Don’t even think about it, Jameson.”
I chuckle and kiss her wet cheek. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll collect later.”
I feel her smile and I finish washing her quickly, but don’t bother with her hair. I need to get her back to bed for both our sakes. Shutting off the water, I drape a towel around my waist then quickly dry her off before wrapping one around her. I carry her back to the bed then lay her down under the covers before climbing in next to her. The same time I reach for her, she’s already moving in to snuggle against me. She places a kiss over my beating heart then lays her cheek against it. I drag my fingers along her back, soaking in her warmth and scent. This is my favorite place to be in the entire world, it was six years ago and it still is.
Before I can think better of it, I whisper the words I’ve been terrified to tell her: “I love you, Em.” My heart jackhammers in my chest as I wait for her response. When she doesn’t answer, I rise up slightly to glance at her face and see she’s sound asleep. “You’ve got to be shitting me.” I expel a disbelieving chuckle. I pull her closer and kiss the top of her head. There’s always tomorrow and every day after that, hopefully. With that thought, it isn’t long before I follow her into a peaceful slumber.
Chapter 20
Ryder
The next day we’re driving to Rosa’s in comfortable silence. I glance over at Emily in the passenger seat when I feel the weight of her gaze on me. A small smile graces her face as she watches me deep in thought.
“Everything okay, baby?”
“I like that after all these years I get to see what you look like.” She shrugs. “Or anyone for that matter, but especially you. I used to try so hard to picture what you looked like.”
Reaching over, I grab her soft hand in mine and link our fingers together. “Am I how you pictured?”
Her expression turns thoughtful. “I think so. It’s hard to say. When I think back to how Cece described you and I look at you now, then yes, you match the description. But even all those years ago it was hard for me to picture you, because I wasn’t sure if what I remembered was accurate. But when I touch you and look at you, then you also look how I pictured.” She shrugs and gives me a sexy smile. “Either way, I knew you were hot, Jameson, and you definitely lived up to it.”
“You’re the sexy one, Em,” I respond with a smirk before bringing her hand to my mouth and kissing the inside of her delicate wrist.
“Do I look the same as I did back then?” she asks softly. “I haven’t had a chance to look at pictures of myself, and, to be honest, I doubt my parents took many.”
“Yeah, baby, you pretty much look the same. You were the most beautiful girl in the world back then and you still are.”
She smiles softly at the compliment. “What constitutes as beautiful though, and what doesn’t? I mean, for me, I always saw people for who they were on the inside, I saw… I don’t know, their souls? Take Kyle for example.” My blood instantly heats at the mention of the arrogant prick. “If you saw him from a distance and only judged him on his looks you could consider him attractive.” I grunt. “I said attractive, Jameson, not sexy.” She chuckles. “But I know him, I know what he looks like on the inside and he’s ugly. The same rule applies to you, except the opposite. Yes, I knew you were physically attractive because of how you were described and what all the girls always said when they talked about you, and yes, you are sexy, but what makes you beautiful is your soul.”
Something shifts in my chest at her words, just like it always does when she says shit like this to me. “That’s what I’m saying, Em. That’s what made you better than everyone else. Don’t get me wrong, on looks alone you still exceeded any other girl in that school, but it was your insight, baby, that set you apart from the rest. When I told you, all those years ago, that you saw me far better than anyone else I meant that. Yeah, those bitches thought I was attractive, but they also saw me as trash. You could have believed the rumors about me being dangerous and stayed away, but you didn’t.”
I hear her seatbelt unlatch and sense her sit up before she reaches over the seat and wraps her arms around my neck. Her sweet scent penetrates my senses as she kisses along my jaw, bringing her mouth to my ear. “I never saw you as trash, Ryder. I saw you as a boy who fought against the world because the odds were stacked against him. And for someone who was supposed to be dangerous, you are the only person I’ve ever felt safe with. You stepped in to save me that day when you could have kept walking. A lot of people would have, they wouldn’t have wanted to take the chance of getting reprimanded by Kyle or his father. But you didn’t care – you helped me. No matter what anyone said, I knew you, and I knew the boy I fell in love with. I also knew the man you would become. A man of integrity.”
I pull into Rosa’s driveway at the last of her words. Putting the vehicle in park, I haul her over the console to straddle me then frame her face and take her mouth in a hot, fucking kiss. I inhale her sweetness and let it flow through my veins, allowing it to wash away all the taint of where I come from. It was always like that with her. When we were together all those years ago it was easy to forget the reasons of why we weren’t right for each other. With Em and me it was always nothing but the best, and it still is.
I pull back a long moment later and rest my forehead on hers. I stare into her innocent, ice blue eyes that I hope to stare into for the rest of my life and get the urge to tell her I love her. But since we are sitting in Rosa’s driveway, and I don’t have time to follow up my words by showing her, I decide against it. Instead I say: “The best thing that ever happened to me was the day I walked into Mr. Wesson’s trigonometry class and got to sit behind the most beautiful girl in the world. One who had every reason to stay away from me but instead became the only girl to ever matter to me.” She gives me a sweet smile then catches me off guard and attacks my mouth; I chuckle but then release a tortured groan and force myself to pull away. “Let’s get inside, baby, so I can get you home and naked soon.”
I open the door to help her out first and get a peek at the sexy, purple lace panties under her white sundress as she crawls out. Memories come flooding back of me getting to spank that tight ass of hers last night. Yeah, we need to get this meeting over with fast.
Just as I exit the car my cell phone rings. I look at the number to see it’s Nick. “Go on in, baby, I’ll be right there.”
“Okay, but, Jameson?” I look at her when she addresses me. She steps closer then grabs my shirt and pulls me down for a kiss. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me too, and when we get home I hope you spank me again.”
My dick jerks in my pants and before I even have a chance to respond she sashays her sweet ass across the lawn and into the house. I blow out a breath and pull myself together before answering. “Jameson,” I croak, my voice sounding husky even to my own ears.
“Hey, any word from the housekeeper yet?”
“No, we just got here and…” I trail off as an agonized scream rips from the house. My heart instantly stops and my blood turns to ice when I register it’s Emily’s. I hang up, not bothering to say bye, and pull my weapon before rushing into the house. “Emily?” I shout and train my gun around the still house, searching for any kind of threat. My panic escalates when she doesn’t respond. I follow the sound of her tortured cries and I end up finding her in the master bedroom. Oh fuck! The sight I’m met with will forever be ingrained in my head. Emily on her knees, covered in blood as she holds a lifeless Rosa in her arms.
“Ryder, hurry, come here and help her, you need to help her. I don’t know what to do.” She sobs, her hands covering Rosa’s bloody chest as she cradles her in her arms. Even from here I can see she’s dead, her eyes open and lifeless. “Hurry!” she screams again. “Why aren’t you doing anything?”
I walk over and kneel down beside her. “Em, baby,” I whisper, finding it difficult to talk past the excruciating burn in my throat, the sound of her pain hitting me like a physical blow to the chest.
“It’s okay, Rosa, just hang on, Ryder’s going to help you.” She sobs, kissing her forehead. I’m not sure if she really doesn’t know she’s dead or she just doesn’t want to believe it.
“Em, I’m sorry but it’s too late. We…”
“No, it’s not!” she screams, grabbing my shirt in desperation. “You help her now! You bring her back right fucking now!” She loses her breath from her uncontrollable sobs and starts hitting me in the chest.
I grab her wrists to restrain her blows.” Listen to me, goddammit!” I shout, trying to break through her grief. “It’s too late, baby. I’m so fucking sorry, but she’s gone, Em. We can’t do anything to help her.”
“Nooooo!” Her hands cover her ears as she screams the most agonized screams I’ve ever heard in my life. I lock my arms around her and pull her against me, the sound of her anguish completely shattering me. Her screams are ones I will hear for the rest of my life.
Emily
I sit at the bottom of the shower, trying to feel the hot water pounding down on me but can’t. I can’t feel anything but the excruciating pain in my chest. I scrub my hands mercilessly, trying to get the blood off of them, and sob when I think about how it got there.
“Em?” I hear Ryder’s voice distantly as he enters the bathroom and kneels beside the tub. “Shit, stop.” He grabs my wrists to stop my insistent scrubbing.
“I need to get the blood off,” I explain with a choked whisper.
“It’s gone, baby, you’re rubbing them raw.”
I stare down at them, not being able to see through my burning, watery eyes. Ryder reaches over and shuts off the shower. I pull my knees to my chest and wrap my arms around myself, desperately trying to get warm but can’t. But he pulls them apart before I register him wrapping a towel around my body. Lifting me, he carries me to bed then lies down next to me, pulling me back snug against his chest. His arms hold me close but I don’t feel their warmth. I feel nothing, I feel dead inside.
“Tell me what to do, Em. Tell me how to make it better, it’s fucking killing me to see you like this.”
“Bring her back,” I whisper achingly, knowing I’m asking the impossible.
I hear him blow out a gruff breath. “If I could trade places with her, baby, I would.” Silent tears pour down my face as I think about him being where Rosa is. “I just want you to be okay, tell me you’re going to be okay, Emily?”
I don’t respond because I can’t. I don’t think I’m going to ever be okay again, not without Rosa, not without the only person who ever loved me.
Ryder
A few nights later, I awaken from the sound of soft sobs, but am confused as to why I have a raging hard-on. I open my eyes to find Emily on top of me, straddling my hips. Tears stream down her cheeks, her face twisted in grief and despair. “I need you,” she sobs. “I need you to make me feel something other than this excruciating pain.” She clutches at her chest showing me where it hurts before shedding herself of my shirt, baring me to the most beautiful, but heartbreaking sight of my life.
I jump into action and flip her over, coming over top of her. I kiss her sweet lips that tremble with agony and taste her tears. Sweeping my tongue in, I try to inhale all of her pain and make it only my own, wanting her to stop hurting so bad.
“Ryder, please,” she pleads with a cry, pushing at my underwear. I pull them down just enough to free my cock then run my fingers through her wet heat, testing her readiness. When I find her ready, I line my cock up and plunge inside of her. She gasps and her fingernails bite into my shoulders. I keep my strokes slow and deliberate.
“Faster,” she chokes out, trying to speed up my rhythm.
I grind my teeth in restraint and shake my head. “No, baby, just like this.” For days I’ve been waiting for the opportunity to help her in some way. No matter how hard I tried she wouldn’t let me in, and now that she is I don’t want to fuck this up. I don’t want just her body. I want her; I want my girl back.
She stares up at me with the saddest fucking eyes I’ve ever seen. “It hurts so bad,” she says with a sob, her words slicing through me like a hot blade.
“I know, baby. I’m sorry. So fucking sorry, Em,” I whisper, then kiss her wet cheeks, wanting to erase her tears. I move down past her collarbone and press my lips over her heart, feeling it tremble with her grief.
She weaves her fingers in my hair with desperation, holding me to her. “She was all I had,” she chokes out, “she was the only person who’s ever loved me.”
I still and my head snaps up. “That’s not true,” I grind out heatedly. “You have me, Emily. I love you. I loved you six years ago and I still do, I never stopped.” I rest my forehead on hers and soften my tone. “Are you listening to me? You have me, always and forever, you have me. I fucking love you more than anything in my entire life and I always will, Em.”
She stares back at me and, for the first time since Rosa’s death, I feel like she’s finally seeing me again. She says nothing but drops her hands from my hair to my face, her delicate fingers exploring. “I’m going to help you, Emily. I’m going to get you through this. Will you trust me to help you?”
She nods, her expression still sad but it’s a start. I encircle her wrist and press a kiss to the palm of her hand before pinning it over her head and entwining our fingers. “Feel me, baby. Feel how much I love you.” I start thrusting into her tight heat with steady strokes.
