“Use me,” I tell him when I pull back, pleading with my eyes so he knows I’m serious.
“Are you sure?” he checks in, his fingers in his hair grounding me to this moment.
“Yes. This is what I want.” I nod and squeeze his thigh.
The hand in my hair tightens, and he shoves me impossibly farther on his cock. I gag, but he doesn’t stop thrusting, not even when the water covers my face and takes away any chance of breathing.
“Yeah, fucking take my cock, baby,” Emris grunts out. It sounds like he’s already on the verge of coming, but he holds back, slowing his thrusts.
Saliva runs down my chin, tears mixing with the water as my chest heaves for air.
When Emris notices I can’t breathe, he pulls out. “Open,” he demands. When I stick my tongue out, he spits in my mouth. “Fuck, you’re so perfect.” He shoves his fingers down my throat until I gag, but he doesn’t stop, he just thrusts them in harder until I’m a mess on the shower floor.
The ache between my legs intensifies, so I bring my fingers to my clit, needing some kind of release, but Emris stops me.
“Don’t you touch that pussy. How dare you try to take your orgasms from me? Those are mine and mine only. You understand me?” he asks, staring down at me as he waits for me to respond.
“Yes.” My voice comes out a lot breathier, but I forget about everything else when Emris picks me up from the floor. “Wrap your legs around me.” He lines himself up with my opening and thrusts deep inside me.
“Fuck, Em. Don’t stop!” I shout, feeling like at any moment I’m going to explode. He hits all the right places inside me until I can’t hold back. He fucks me until I sag against him and, seconds later, he comes with a roar, filling me with his release.
Emris sets me on my feet, and we take a second to catch our breath before he washes my hair and body.
“I’m so lucky you’re mine,” he tells me, before kissing me once more, before wrapping me in a white, fluffy towel.
I’ll spend the rest of my life loving this man, until death takes us both, and even then.
57
EMRIS
We stoppedby and saw Brielle’s mom at the graveyard, the photo I got fixed sitting proudly next to a new headstone she picked out, and this time she smiled. There weren’t any sad tears, but happy ones. I gave her some space as I answered a call from Carson, but I could hear everything she said.
About how much she wishes her mom could’ve met me.
About how much she loves me. She even mentioned her crashing my Mustang and how she’s been researching the parts we’ll need to repair the damages with Killian.
I’ve never had so much love for a person before, and sometimes it doesn’t feel real.
What did I do to deserve this perfect woman?
She matches all my craziness.
Now we come to see her mom at least twice a month, and I think it’s played a part in Brielle’s healing. After she found out Susie was dead, she didn’t even cry. There was no remorse for her, and I know that can’t be easy, but she’s the strongest person I know.
We were able to stop by and see Bexley and her son, which made Brielle smile for hours afterward, but we only told Bex the things she needed to know. She knows what Susie did, anda small amount of the shit we both went through, but Brielle wanted to spare her the rest. Brielle hasn’t wanted to leave my side, and I don’t think she’ll feel safe until we know what the fuck happened to Peter and Troy.
When I finally got in touch with Carson, he told me he had no clue what happened for days after Brielle and I were gone. Not until Archer filled him in and Carson left town, following his own leads about where we might be. He helped save us that night, even if he wasn’t in D.C. at the time.
Now, as we pull up to the hotel, excitement runs through me. I didn’t tell Brielle what the meeting was about because I didn’t know how she’d react. I still don’t, but I think she’s going to like my idea.
When we enter the lobby, we are greeted by a few people as we make our way to the elevator and up to the floor where Archer holds all his meetings. We didn’t need to have it here, but I know Arch and Killian have another meeting right after, so if it’s easier, then that’s fine with me.
Walking through the door, I see Archer reading over a file in his hand while Killian looks out the window with a jug of Sunny D in his hand. When he sees us, he lights up with joy, sets the juice down on the conference table, and runs to Brielle, scooping her up into a bear hug.
“How is my favorite person doing?” he asks once she’s back on her feet.
Brielle chuckles before answering. “I’m good. We just left my mom’s grave. It was nice,” she says with a smile.
