Mine.
Damon's relentless hammering only add to the intensity of her messy, sloppy blowjob, each thrust catapulting Emery further toward the brink of ecstasy. He slaps a sharp hand across her ass, and the sound is so delectable that it may just be my new favorite song. With each slap, her cries of pleasure grow louder and loader. It’s like music to my fucking ears.
I bury my fingers in Emery's hair as I guide her, her tongue swirling around me, all perfect and wet. As Damon's pace quickens, I can feel my cock throbbing, vibrating, ready to explode. A low groan rumbles in mychest, and Emery takes me deeper, harder, her own whimpers driving me off a goddamn cliff.
My hot cum shoots down her throat, and she swallows, her ivy-green eyes never leave mine as she comes undone herself. She shakes beneath Damon as he explodes inside of her, sweat rolling down the side of her damp hairline. I can’t look away. I don’t ever wish to watch anyone but her. So beautiful. So raw. So mine.
Soours.
There’s no one else. Only the three of us.
Forever.
Emery pants, her body still quivering under our touch. “Again,” she breathes. “Again.”
“Anything you want, darling.”
I’d give this woman my last breath.
I’d force her to take it.
THE DOUBLE LIFE
EMERY
I continueto live a double life. It’s a life that’s more authentic, more honest, but I’m still hiding who I am, who I’ve become, and who I love. I hate it. The secrecy. It’s unfair. I’ve spent my whole life thinking I wasn’t capable of feeling love or joy or excitement. But they’ve changed that. My outlook. My belief system.
Some days, I wonder if they were to vanish, disappear, whether or not I’d fall back into the darkness. I would hope I didn’t. I would hope that parts of my conscious and unconscious mind would hold dear the lessons I’ve learned, the feelings I’ve felt, the love I’ve given and been showered with in return.
A droplet of melting snow falls on the apple of my cheek—a reminder that change is the only constant. Slush brushes against my boots as Damon and I walkside by side through Central Park. It’s not as bustling as it is in the Spring. The weather is cold, the clouds are gray, but I can feel a sliver of warmth from the sun that lingers just behind the fading storm.
Damon’s hand innocently brushes against mine as we continue down our usual path, and I resist the urge to reach out and lace my fingers through his. Unfair, as I said.
This is as close as we can get in public. How ridiculous. We’ve passed dozens of people, and hardly one person has stared at us with speculation. Everyone is so preoccupied with their own lives, their own struggles, that they don’t notice us. They don’t register that Damon Cavanaugh is walking past them. They don’t care because they’re not looking.
Butwestill have to worry,westill have to care. For Quin, for his career. For Damon, for his privacy. And for me, so that my happiness doesn’t shatter under the scrutiny of public opinion.
I wish I could hold both of their hands. Enjoy the peace and quiet of their inconvenient love. I wish I could kiss them. For the whole world to see. But I can’t. Not now. Maybe not ever. So I’ll simply cherish these moments for what they are: pretty little promises of a love worth fighting for.
“You’re awfully quiet,” Damon hums, and I glance toward him, his eyes a beautiful shade of brown, like the earth that keeps me grounded. “Anything on your mind?” He swallows, suddenly nervous. “Are you still upset with us about…?”
I can’t be mad at them for taking me to Hades.Whether I like it or not, it’s the only public place where we can be ourselves. The fact that it’s owned by Amir is simply an unfortunate side effect, one that I have no control over. He can tease me all he wants for knowing my secrets, but I know his.
We’re in a cold war. A move from either side and we both lose. Quin and Damon were right; Club Hadesisour safe space. I’m not embarrassed. I have to remember that.
I sigh, shaking my head. “No, of course not.”
Damon frowns. “Then what is it?”
“I…” A woman passes us, jogging, her gaze narrowed at Damon. I bite the inside of my cheek as she does a double take before quickly looking away. Defeat washes over me. “That. I hate that. I just… I just wish we could hold hands. Is that too much to ask for?”
A small smile plays on his face, and he hesitates for a moment before holding out his hand. “Take it.”
I stop walking. “There are people around. You know we can’t…”
Damon lets out a slightly exaggerated sigh as he reaches for the hood of my jacket, pulling it over my head. He rewraps my wool scarf around my neck and face, covering most of my mouth and nose.
“There,” he says with a mischievous smirk as he links his fingers through mine. “Now you’re practically invisible.”
