Page 5 of Not Your Hero

I move one hand between us to find her clit pulsing, and I begin to rub it. Emerson tightens around me, and I growl low in my throat. I knew fucking her would feel good. Just not this good.

“Be a good girl and come for me, Em. I want to feel you release all over my cock,” I tell her as I keep going. Her hands keep balling up the sheets; her eyes are closed, and her face pinched as I work her clit faster. Her lips part just as her body lets go and gives me everything I want.

Emerson comes for me.

“Fuck!” She cries out, making me smile for a brief second before I come behind her. This would have felt so much better if I didn’t wear this fucking condom, but that will come in time.

My cock jerks inside her as she gasps for air, her blurry eyes coming to meet mine.

“How did … I’ve never …”

“You liked it.” She nods her head but can’t seem to form words, which doesn’t surprise me. She’s pretty drugged up right now. I pull out of her and climb off the bed, heading for the bathroom and tossing the condom. I wash up, walk back into the room, and sit down in the chair, watching her. She’s asleep, which I figuredshe would be. The amount of drugs I had given to her wasn’t small amounts.

“My sweet, Emerson. If things were different …” I say, letting the sentence trail off.

Knowing I have a while before she wakes up, I sit here and watch her sleep. It’s not like I haven’t seen her sleep before because I have. I’ve been outside her bedroom window more than one night. I’ve watched the way her lips part in her sleep, and her lashes flutter, but never this close. No. Never this close.

Here, I can see everything. Every little breath she takes. The way her chest rises and falls slowly. She rolls onto her side so she’s facing me, and I smile. She’s so fucking beautiful. A handful, yes. I know that my little Emerson likes sex, and I know she doesn’t care where she gets it from, either. If I have anything to do with it, after tonight, the only cock she’ll be riding is mine.

After I’ve sat here for hours, I decide it’s time for me to go. I’ve paid the room up for as long as she’s here, which will likely only be until the drugs wear off.

I grab my clothes and pull them before walking over, pulling the blanket over her naked body, and leaning down, pressing my lips to her cheek.

“I’ll see you soon, Em.”

Chapter 4

Emerson

I woke up the other morning alone which isn’t a surprise. Most of the men leave sometime during the night, but that night was amazing from the bits and pieces I can remember. Whoever he was had a cock made for a God, and he knew exactly how to use it. I was sore the whole day, in a good way.

I make my cup of coffee and walk over to sit down at the table and admire the flowers sent again this morning. Every few days, I have received a bouquet, although I have no idea who they’re from. The card never says and the delivery man never knows.

They are beautiful, which is why I keep them, although I know I should probably throw them out. That isn’t the only thing I’ve been receiving, either. Cards. I’ve been receiving cards, too. They’re strange. They’re all numbered and counting backward from thirty. I have no idea what they mean, who would send them, or why for that matter. Just like today, I got one that says twenty on it. I don’t know what it means, and maybe they aren’t meant for me. Maybe there was a mistake with the address, I don’t know. Either way, I toss them in a pile on the counter and move on with my day.

What’s on the agenda today? I don’t really know. I flip through the rest of my mail when I come across an unmarked envelope. I set the other mail to the side, and rip this one open to examine the contents.

A black credit card with no name falls onto the table.

“What the hell?” I mumble to myself. I pick it up and flip it over before unfolding the piece of paper that was in the envelope with it.

“Your finances aren’t secure anymore. I’m looking into it. Use this for all future purchases, and I mean all,” I read out loud. What the hell does that mean? My finances aren’t secure? How would anyone know that?

I grab my phone and pull up my credit cards and accounts to check on things, and my mouth falls open.

“What the hell is going on?” I say as I look at the screen. My credit cards are all blocked. My bank account appears to be frozen. I waste no time in calling the bank and all the credit card companies to verify what I’m seeing and I get the same answer every single time.

There’s fraudulent activity on your account, and until we can investigate, your accounts are all locked. I sit in here in utter disbelief. How the hell could this happen?

I dial Brandon and cringe at the thought of talking to his ass again, but I have to make rent this week.

“We broke up, Emerson.” That’s it. That’s the greeting I get from the douche.

“I need a favor,” I tell him.

“What is it?”

“I need to borrow some money. Somehow, all my accounts are locked and frozen due to fraud.” He laughs. The fucker actually laughs into the phone.

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