Page 61 of Tackle

He rolled them so his hands could go exploring, trailing down her back to grab her ass. His cock was pressed between them, tempting her. Inching her way down, her lips and tongue mapped a course over the wide expanse of his chest, down the rough terrain of his abs. She took him in hand, aiming his cock toward her mouth. She sucked in as much as she could, keeping a grip on the rest. She started a rhythm, knowing he liked what she was doing when his hand tangled in her hair and a deep groan vibrated his chest.

“Fuck, baby. Yeah, just like that.”

She increased her efforts, her sex aching the more turned on he became. She wanted to take him into her. Feel the stretch and friction of him moving deep inside her.

He tugged at her hair, dislodging his cock from her mouth.

“Come here.”

She crawled up his body, planting her knees on either side of his hips.

“Ride me, baby.”

Gladly.

With hands on her hips, he guided her, but soon, her pleasure heightening, she did her own thing. Falling forward with her hands planted firmly on the bed, she ground herself down on him. Sweat-dampened skin sliding along sweat-dampened skin, they moved together, growing more frenzied and heated the closer they came to completion.

A rush of bliss overtook her. A euphoric wash of pleasure that left her limp and panting. Her arms gave way and she collapsed against Oz’s chest, slowly gliding along his cock, milking every last tingle until she was completely sated.

His fingers spiked through her hair, brushing it away from her face with gentle strokes. She didn’t stir, trying to relax into the tranquil sensation of his touch, but languidness wouldn’t come, worry over Holly pushing at the forefront of her thoughts.

The police had stayed until Holly had left and Matt had arrived not long after that. After filling him in on all the drama, Oz had ushered her away. They’d gone to his place, had a quiet dinner, watched a little TV, then had gone to bed.

Other than informing her that when he was through with practice the next day they’d go apply for a restraining order, he hadn’t made mention of Holly the rest of the night. Did she think he didn’t take the situation seriously? No, but to his mind, she was more of a nuisance than a threat.

Or so she thought until she heard, “I want you to move in with me.”

“What?” Emerson planted an elbow to the mattress and stared down at him.

“Hear me out before you say no.” Oz scooted up on the headboard, pulling Emerson with him. “I don’t like you living alone with this Holly situation going on. The security at your place is nonexistent.”

She knew things with Holly were sketchy, but he was the one she was obsessed with. “I think she’d go after you before me.”

“We don’t know that. And we also don’t know what her next move will be.”

“You think she’s planning something more?”

“I’m saying I don’t know and would feel a lot better knowing you were safely tucked inside a high security building when I’m not around.”

She thought about that for a minute. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to stay here until everything blows over.”

His body relaxed. “Thank you, baby.” He kissed her forehead and leaned over to turn off the bedside light.

“We can swing by my place after work tomorrow and I’ll pick up some stuff,” she said into the dark.

He rolled them to their sides, his arm encircling her waist and his face nuzzling her neck over her shoulder. “Sounds perfect.”

“Good night.”

“Goodnight, beautiful.”

Closing her eyes, she smiled into her pillow, and fell asleep.

∞ ∞ ∞

Three days later, the quiet pre-open peacefulness of the pub was broken by a loud explosion of shattering glass.

Emerson was in the kitchen with Mack, going over the day’s inventory when it happened, startling the shit out of both of them.

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