She immediately wraps her legs around me. “I’m not down for the count yet.”
For me, this isn’t just sex. It’s years of confused feelings and slowly building desire. At first, we were friends when we were young, but somewhere along the way I began to develop deeper feelings for her. It took me a long time to realize the nature of those feelings had turned romantic. Seeing her when she returned from college did it. I can almost remember when it happened, when I became obsessed with the girl next door.
All these thoughts swarm around in my head as I kiss her and give each pert breast the attention it deserves. By the time I’ve finished sucking her nipples into points and made her sopping wet for me, I’m hard as an iron bar. But I still have more work to do before Emily can take my thick cock.
I use my fingers to gently stretch her open. My Emily is no virgin, but she’s clearly not accustomed to taking a cock the size of mine either. By the time I think she’s ready for me, she’s practically begging for my cock.
I press myself into her body and keep going until I bottom out. If my Emily can feel the burn, she doesn’t complain. Instead, she scrapes her nail gently up and down my back and whispers encouraging words into my ear. I find her g-spot and make sure to hit it with each stroke, causing her to become more vocal. I do everything I can to please her because she deserves all the pleasure I can manage to give her.
She comes without warning, clamping down on my cock so hard it’s almost painful. She comes all over my cock and just keeps coming for what seems like forever. And I love it. Nothing makes me happier than pleasing my Emily. When she’s spent, it only takes me three more strokes before I’m coming inside her, filling her to the brim with my heat. She gladly takes every bit I have to offer and then curls into my chest without a word. I wrap my arms around her, making sure she feels loved and appreciated.
I love the way she feels in my arms. She fits against me like she was made to be there. I kiss the top of her head, keeping my hand at the small of her back, and I don’t let go. Strangely, I don’t see myself ever being able to let her go. Not tonight. Not ever.
Chapter 14
Emily
Ibolt upright in the bed to the sound of frantic pounding on the door. At first, I’m confused about what’s going on and then I hear voices.
Onyx is up before I can even understand what’s going on. His weight rolls off the mattress, and he stumbles to the door. His voice is already saying something I can’t make out as he yanks open the door.
“Emily’s cabin is on fire!” a voice says breathlessly. Jinx shoulders his way through the small group and reports, “We don’t know why or how, but the roof caught on fire. We’re doin’ our best to put it out, but you might want to come and have a look yourself.”
Meanwhile, my stomach churns. I throw the sheet off and find the floor with my feet, still catching up to what I just heard. I take three steps before I realize that I’m buck naked. But thankfully, Onyx has already closed the door.
My voice breaks because I’m getting emotional. “My cabin’s on fire?”
“Get dressed,” Onyx says. He’s already pulling jeans on. “Come on. We need to see what’s going on ourselves.”
I reach down and my fingers fumble with the first thing I grab. I get my jeans and T-shirt on and discover that my boots aren’t where I left them. Onyx crosses to the other side of theroom, throws my jacket to me. I put it on and find my boots under the edge of the bed and stuff my feet into them.
“It’s gonna be okay,” he reassures me. Unfortunately, his jaw’s tight and he won’t meet my eyes, so I think he’s just saying that to make me feel better.
We sprint downstairs and out the front door. I hop onto the bike and we take off. The engine vibrates up my legs and spine. I cling to him as he does his best to get us to my cabin.
The smoke hits me before the firelight does. It crawls into my nose. The closer we get, the stronger the scent is. And unless I miss my guess, there is a chemical smell mixed in with the scent of burning wood. The logical side of my brain tells me that smell could be a sign of arson. I don’t want to think it’s true, but I can’t shake the fact that the chemical smell is very clearly there.
Then I catch the warm orange glow flickering up through the tree canopy. My breath catches and I can hardly breathe. I don’t even realize the bike is slowing until the tires crunch hard over gravel and he skids to a stop at the edge of the clearing.
Flames are climbing along one side of the cabin, and the roof is on fire. The air is thick with black smoke. I realize it’s because the shingles on my roof are burning. Shouts cut through the roar, men calling to each other, hoses snaking from the side of my cabin. They’re using my water hose to fight the fire. Multiple brothers are hauling buckets of water from somewhere nearby and throwing them onto the side of the cabin that’s burning. I see Jasper and Slate dousing the roof with what looks like the contents of a cooler. Two prospects are dragging brush away from the edge of the house with their bare hands. The brothers are doing everything humanly possible to contain the blaze andremove anything that could feed the flames. Unfortunately, the fire is stubborn and doesn’t respect their efforts.
I jump off Onyx’s bike and make a run for my cabin. Before I make it three steps, Onyx grabs my arm. “Don’t get too close.”
Before he can get the words out, I’m already pulling away from him. My eyes are locked on the cabin, on the pale side wall where the flames lick upward towards the eaves.
“My stuff’s in there,” I say, though I don’t know if it’s out loud. The words sound distant. Useless. “Everything’s in there. If my cabin burns down, I’ve got nothing.”
“It won’t burn down,” Onyx says behind me, low and firm. “We’ll stop it.”
The cabin makes loud crackling sounds as the flames become more aggressive. A few of the guys shout and duck as a burning piece falls off the side of the cabin.
My hands are shaking and my heart is beating wildly in my chest. All I can think about is what might already be gone, and what I might still be able to save if I just move fast enough.
I take off running for the front porch. I hear Onyx shouting behind me, but the sound barely registers. I’m already at the front steps, already pulling my arm across my face to shield myself from the rising ash as I shove the door open.
Onyx is right behind me, shouting at me to come back out. I don’t listen though because I just need to do a quick in and out. He tries to drag me away, but I pull my arm from his grip. Most of the fire is on the outside of the building. I should have enough time to grab my shit and leave.
The smoke inside curls around me, reminding me that smoke rises to the top. I drop down onto my knees and crawl forward. The air inside is suffocating. I cough hard, try to breathe shallowly through the sleeve of my shirt, pressing forward into what’s left of my home.
