“Fuck, Emerie, come all over my cock. Tighten that pussy all over me,” he growls.
My body seems to take his orders in and obeys as I do just as he says, squeezing him as my climax washes over me. I barely recognize my own voice as I scream his name.
“Emerie,” he roars, joining me with his own release, spilling inside me.
We collapse together, his weight pressing me into the mattress, both of us breathing heavily. For a moment, we just lie there, connected in the most intimate way possible, my body still pulsing around him in aftershocks. His release leaking from where he released inside me.
Suddenly, Calder lifts himself to meet my gaze. “Mine,” he whispers, his lips coming to brush against my own once again. “All mine.”
I should protest at his possessiveness, but I can’t find it in me to disagree. In this moment, I am his completely, and the thought doesn’t terrify me as it should. I know I’m his. Even in my dreams, I’m his. There’s no denying it, no matter if my head deems I should, my heart won’t let me.
Calder rolls to his side, taking me with him, keeping us connected as he tucks me against his chest. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my back, sending pleasant shivers down my spine.
“You’re not running away again,” he says. It’s not a question.
nine
CALDER
“We’re staying put until this storm passes,” I tell my wife while stroking my fingers along her bare spine.
I just finished fucking her for the third time since first taking her, and we started talking. I didn’t intend to take her as I did, but once I had her, there was no stopping.
“You don’t have any clothes, and I ripped the buttons off your shirt,” Emerie whispers, trailing her own fingers along my chest.
“I keep emergency bags in all of my vehicles, including the SUV you dropped off at the rental lot. It’s what I drove here. I’ll go down later and get it.” I wasn’t in a rush to leave this room. To leave her.
“How exactly did you find me so quickly?”
“Wasn’t quick enough,” I tell her and press a kiss to the top of her head. “Tracked the SUV when I saw it wasn’t at the house when I should have just tracked your phone.”
“My phone,” she utters softly, realizing that’s how I did it.
“I don’t want you to ever run from me again, Bellissima.” The first time that word slipped past my lips this morning felt right, and I knew that’s what I’d call her every chance I got because that’s exactly what she was. Beautiful, gorgeous, everything inside and out.
Emerie takes a deep breath, tilts her head back, and looks me in the eye. Not many people would dare look me directly in the eye. Grant and his brothers were one of the few who did. Emerie was now another. “If this is going to work, I can’t be in the dark about what you do. I can’t be the little wife who sits on her thumbs and waits. I won’t do that. I’ve got to be me. Who I am. Not someone I’m well not.”
“You know what I do, and you ran away from me,” I point out.
“That’s because it freaked me out. I saw that board, and it scared me that you would do it to me.”
I roll Emerie to her back and come over her. I brace myself with one elbow while framing her face with the other. “Never will I, or would I, touch you with anything but adoration. As I said before, those I take out deserve what’s coming to them.
Emerie lets out a shuddered breath, and I grin down at her.
“All I want is for you to be who you are. Not someone else. You want to keep doing what you’re doing at the children’s hospital, you do that. You want to wear ugly damn sweaters all the damn time, do it. You want to decorate the fuckin’ house to look like Santa’s motherfuckin’ village, then do it.”
“You hate Christmas, though,” she murmurs a bit hesitantly.
“I’m a big boy, I can handle it.” For her, I’m learning quicker than I’d like that I’ll do just about anything and everything. So long as she directs that sweet smile in my direction that’s filled with such warmth it goes straight to my cock.
Emerie’s lips tip upward ever so slightly. “You’re most surely one big boy.” Her fingers scrape down my chest to wrap around my cock. “At least this part of you is.”
Shifting between Emerie’s delectable thighs, I reach between us and help her guide me right where we both need me to be.
Emerie gasps and lifts her thighs, wrapping them around my waist.
Damn, I love being inside Emerie’s tight, slick stealth. I could live just like this and never grow tired of being in her sweet pussy.
