Page 61 of The Vineyard Crush

“Get ready to put that greedy little mouth to better use than running it, darlin’,” I drawled, voice already roughened to grit. “I’ll give it to you so goddamn hard you won’t be able to fuckin’ walk or talk for days after. You’re gonna feel me buried so deep for every single second…”

I didn’t give her a chance to respond before surging forward, sheathing myself to the hilt in one blistering stroke. Emma’s nails scored down my back as a hoarse keen punched out of her, eyes squeezing shut and head thrashing in delirious rapture.

My hands roamed Emma’s flushed, sweat-slicked body with unrestrained hunger, palming the lush swell of her breast as it spilled over my calloused fingers. So soft, so goddamn perfect in every way - from her generous curves to her honeyed gasps that painted the air.

I couldn’t resist dipping my head to capture one dusky peak between my lips, suckling with firm sweeps of my tongue. Emma rewarded me with a gorgeous, broken mewl, back arching in a silent plea for more as she writhed beneath me.

Her breasts were too full, too tempting to take fully into my greedy mouth. But I relished every inch I could lick, nip and tease with my teeth until she was panting, hips bucking in silent entreaty.

Releasing her with a rasping groan, I shifted until I cradled the generous weight of Emma in my lap, tilting her hips for the perfect angle. She whimpered as I lined up, legs falling open in wanton invitation before sinking down in one slick glide until I was sheathed to the hilt.

“Fuck…you feel so goddamn good, little flower,” I rasped against the slick curve of her neck, leaving a biting trail with each cant of my hips.

Emma could only whine in response, head lolling back as I set a punishing pace - thrusting up into her with sharp rolls of my hips as my fingers found her neglected pearl. She withered in my arms, breath catching on needy pants as I unapologetically worked her higher with broad strokes of my thumb.

“You’ve got to be quiet now, darlin’,” I husked in warning as her cries started to rise in pitch, no doubt carrying through the thin cabin walls. “Unless you want your folks or my kids to hear you taking this cock like a good girl…”

Emma bit back a whimper at that filthy reminder, stuffing her knuckles between her teeth to muffle the punched-out whines I ruthlessly dragged from her depths. She was so goddamn close, muscles taut and quivering as I relentlessly played her body like a finely tuned instrument.

“Ridge…” she gasped out, voice cracking. The tight, fluttering squeeze of her walls told me everything I needed to know. “I’m…I’m gonna…”

My lips brushed the sweat-damp curve of her shoulder as I rocked into her with short, sharp snaps of my hips. “I know, baby,” I groaned, swallowing her whimper in a searing kiss. “Cum for me, little flower. Fuckin’ drench my cock…”

Emma shattered apart on a broken cry, walls rippling and clenching in delirious pulses as she came undone. The scorching vice around me proved too much - I toppled right over that edge with her, pleasure crackling along my nerve endings.

We collapsed in a sweaty, sated heap on the rumpled sheets, chests heaving. Boneless and content, I trailed a path of openmouthed kisses along the elegant line of Emma’s throat, across her kiss-swollen lips until I could taste her soft whimpers.

“You’re so fuckin’ perfect, Emma,” I murmured in between scorching caresses, drinking in the way her cheeks flushed at the open admiration. “Absolutely gorgeous when you fall apart for me like that…Fuckin’ ethereal, baby. All mine.”

One calloused hand stroked the sweat-dampened riot of hair from her face as my gaze drank her in with open reverence. Something vital had slotted into place for me in these transcendent moments…and there was no going back.

Twenty Six

Emma

Istared at the scattered mess of paperwork and half-empty coffee mugs littering my desk, jaw clenched in frustration. Damn it, I’d completely forgotten to tidy up the storage unit after the tryst with Ridge. And had been avoiding mom to avoid being scolded.

Another insistent knock at the door made me inwardly cringe, the telltale cadence allowing me to identify my mother without even needing to look. I’d been carefully avoiding mom all afternoon, knowing her sharp eyes would instantly zero in on the dishevelment as soon as she stepped inside.

“Emma Harrison, I know you’re in there! Open this door right now, young lady!”

The shrill timbre sliced through the stuffy office air like shattered glass, making me flinch despite myself. A muscle ticked in my clenched jaw as I considered my dwindling options for escape. I could try to brazen it out and deflect her interrogation with vague platitudes as always. Or…

The harsh blare of a car horn from outside shattered the taut silence with all the subtlety of a bomb blast. Despite everything, my lips curved with the first genuine smile I’d managed all day.

“Damn it,” I hissed under my breath before squaring my shoulders and striding towards the door with renewed purposefulness. Better to face one battle at a time.

Wrenching it open, I was greeted by my mother’s predictably disapproving scowl. Those eternally pursed lips were already forming the beginnings of a scathing remark when I didn’t even give her a chance to speak.

“Leo’s here,” I announced in a tone of forced lightness, carefully not meeting her gimlet stare. “Let’s talk later, okay Mom?”

Without waiting for a response, I brushed past the rigid line of her shoulders and hurried down the hall. She could spend the rest of the evening simmering over my perceived irresponsibility - I had more important matters to attend to.

A genuine smile blossomed across my face for the first time that day as I pushed through the main doors and into the circular drive where a familiar G-Wagon was idling. Before I could call out a greeting, the driver’s side door was already flinging open and Leo unfolding himself from behind the wheel.

He looked exactly as I remembered from our last visit - dark curls just beginning to silver at the temples, eyes crinkling at the corners in perpetual laugh lines. That same rumpled khaki button-down rolled up to the elbows.

As soon as I was within arm’s reach, Leo opened them wide and engulfed me in a typically exuberant bear hug that lifted me clear off the ground, sending a peal of laughter tumbling free.

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