I let loose with a string of curses under my breath. When I slam my glass down on the table, whiskey sloshes over my knuckles. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”
Mica shakes his head. “The judge signed off on it earlier this afternoon. The fuckin’ judge cited good behavior, no prior convictions, and his history of being an upstanding member of the community prior to being arrested. Tell me, does that make any kind of sense to you?”
Anger surges in my chest. My hand curls against the edge of the table and it’s all I can do not to pitch it across the damn room. “I can’t believe after all the trouble we went through to find that asshole and deliver him to the Cedar Falls PD, they are just going to let him run around the community until his trial starts. That fucking judge should be ashamed of himself, but I know he’s not.”
“Justice, if the perp is rich and well connected, in this town is virtually nonexistent.” I turn towards Emily without thinking, already ready to pull her into a much-needed hug. She’s frozen in place with the glass halfway to her lips.
“Em,” I say, gentling my voice.
She doesn’t answer, nor does she look at me. She does set her glass down and fold both her arms across her stomach. It’s a pose that makes her look particularly vulnerable.
Mica finishes his whiskey in one long drink and eases his glass down onto the table. He’s not sure what’s going on with Emily and doesn’t want to trigger a bad response out of her.
Pushing himself up from the table, he tells me quietly, “I’m gonna go loop the guys into this latest development.”
I nod, but my attention is locked on Emily. I’ve seen her scared. I’ve seen her angry. This is different. She’s pulling inward, and I don’t like this one little bit.
I turn fully towards Emily, my body angling in without crowding her. My arm slides along the back of her shoulders, resting there. “Hey,” I say softly. “Talk to me, Em.”
It takes her a moment to organize her thoughts and then she explodes. “I knew it,” she says. “I knew this would happen. It’s obvious that Brennan is a danger. His girlfriend went missing, and they had enough evidence to arrest him. Then he broke into my home and held me hostage. Nothing about that screams upstanding member of the community to me.”
The anger in her voice gets to me. I hate that this is how she has to learn the system bends for men like him. I hate that all the careful steps we took still weren’t enough to keep his ass in jail where he belongs. I lean in just enough that she knows I’m there. “He’s not gonna come near you. I’ll see to that my damn self.”
A long silence spins out between us. The club brothers all begin to wander off, some with club girls at their sides. That’s my cue that the night is turning into the wee hours of the morning.
She hasn’t said much since we got the news. All I get is the occasional murmur in response to whatever half-hearted joke I throw her way. She’s definitely preoccupied with her own thoughts. She’s also taking this pretty hard for a woman currently living in the protective cocoon that’s the Sons of Rage MC. She can’t actually think this man can get to her on my watch.
I move closer, wrapping one arm around her and drawing her close. “Don’t worry about that asshole,” I say, keeping my voice low and steady. “There is no way in hell he can get to you.And if he doesn’t get convicted, I’ll take care of the sick fucker myself.”
She turns towards me and her expression slowly turns relieved. For a moment she just stares at me. However, she doesn’t speak. Instead, she leans in and one hand settles against my chest. To my surprise, her mouth finds mine. Her kiss is soft and unhurried.
My arms come up around her and I kiss her back. I couldn’t stop myself if I tried because this kiss is everything in my world right now. It takes a long time for my brain to catch up to the fact that I’m actually kissing Emily. When she finally pulls back, I’m shocked at how profound it was. Her eyes slide away as she gets up and starts heading for our suite.
We don’t talk when we leave the bar. We don’t need to. As we stand, her hand finds mine. The next thing I know, we’re walking hand in hand like teenagers.
Once we’re inside, she turns towards me as I close the door. There’s something in her eyes that tells me this isn’t adrenaline or loneliness filling the space between us.
“I want your emotions and your dick,” she murmurs, and something about hearing her say that makes my cock twitch with interest.
I reach for her, giving her every chance to stop me. Of course, she doesn’t stop me. It’s because she wants me as much as I want her.
Her hands slide up my chest, into my hair, and the moment I bend over, she’s kissing me again. Her kisses are deeper this time, and she seems more sure of herself. Our lips barely break as we start pulling off our clothing. Her shirt comes off first, thenmine. She watches me undress with admiring eyes. She lingers over every scar, tattoo, and imperfection, growing ever more interested with each piece of clothing that comes off my body.
When she touches me, her hands are soft and delicate, raising goosebumps everywhere she touches. I lift her into my arms and carry her to my bed. The moment her feet leave the floor, she wraps her legs around my waist and starts kissing me again. And I’m not a fuckin’ fool, so I welcome every gesture of desire she gifts me with. This is my Emily after all.
I press her back against the bed and pull off the silk panties that barely cover what I want to see, touch, and taste. Then I get to work figuring out what she likes. First, I use my tongue to tease her clit. I quickly discover she likes tight circles around her clit. That drives her absolutely mad with pleasure. Trying not to seem proud, I make her come twice on my tongue before even thinking about using my cock on her. This is my first time with her, and I want to make sure it is one to remember.
I can tell when she’s had enough because she tangles her hands in my hair and pulls me up. That little bite of pain suits me fine. In fact, it spikes my arousal.
I come up and brace myself on one arm over her and run my fingers through her hair. “How are you holding up to sex with a brother from Sons of Rage MC?”
She laughs and smacks me on the chest. “I’m holding up just fine. You don’t waste any time, do you?”
I shake my head. “Nope. I’ve been wanting to taste you for a nice long time, Em. Never thought I’d get the chance. So, when it presented itself, I didn’t waste the opportunity.”
She leans up and kisses me again, whispering, “You have a talented tongue.”
“I’ve got a talented cock too, if you ever want to try it out.”
