Page 23 of Breaking Emilee

I slowly rub small shapes on his stomach through his shirt, I can feel his muscles jump, and his heart starts to race. Leaning up, I pull his face to mine with a hand in his hair, locking my lips to him. He doesn’t miss a beat taking control of the kiss. Pulling me closer to him by my neck and tilting my head just right. He slips his tongue into my mouth, and I moan at his taste. A tingle starts at the back of my neck where his hold is and goes through me, ending between my legs, making my pussy wetter for him. I straddle him, and I can feel how hard he is beneath me. All of him is hard, from his chest to his dick. And I need him.

He leans up and scoots back, so he is resting on the headboard without breaking our kiss, but I need more than this kiss. Pulling my mouth away from him, I reach down and start to pull my shirt off, but he stops me. “That’s my fucking job. I get to unwrap you like the fucking present you are,” he says, never breaking our eye contact. He slaps my hands away and pulls my shirt up off of me. Leaning back, he takes his time staring at my body. I know that sitting like this has created a roll on my stomach. When I go to cover it, he slaps my hands again. “Don’t you fucking dare. Don’t you understand that you, this body,” he starts from my neck and runs both hands down each of my sides, “All of this beautiful body turns me on so bad that I feel like I’m going to die if I don’t touch you,” he says while grinding his hard dick up into my warm center.

I can’t help it. I moan so loud that I’m sure his neighbors will hear it. He starts kissing the same path his hands just took, and I lean back, giving him full access to my body. It’s his to do with what he pleases. When he gets to the valley between my breasts. He pops my bra clasp in the back and throws it somewhere in his room. When he puts his warm mouth around my hard nipple, I think I’m going to come in his lap just from that. I feel a rush of warmth and know my panties are soaked. Moaning, I run my hand flat up the back of his head till I have a handful of his gorgeous hair and gently tug on it. I can feel him moan around my nipple, and he rewards me with a little nip. “Parker,” I moan.

He moves from the left breast to the right one giving it the same attention. I pull his head as close as I can. I can’t take much more of this. I need him, fingers, tongue, dick. I don’t care. I need some part of him in my pussy to ease the ache. I start to rock back and forth over the bulge in his pants. He licks and sucks on my nipple till I’m a withering mess on his lap. “Baby, I need you,” I moan as I pull his lips to mine.

“I got you, baby. I know what my fucking girl needs.” He pushes himself back and pops the button on my jeans. His eyes are hooded with lust, and I know he needs a release as much as I do. He slides his big hands down the front of my panties and smiles as soon as he feels how wet I am. “Damn, Butterfly, is this all for me,” he says, slipping a finger into my wetness and rubbing it up around my clit.

My eyes roll into the back of my head. “Yes, that’s what you do to me,” I say while rocking against his hand because my body needs this. I feel like I’m holding my breath for it. He slips his finger lower, and with a forceful thrust, his finger is fully inside me, stroking me. “Parker,” I scream his name. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

He brings his thumb up and puts pressure on my little bundle of nerves. “Don’t worry, baby. I won’t stop till you see stars, soak my hand, and scream my name.” I’m so damn close to the results I want; I just need something else. Parker reads me like a book because, at the same time, he puts another finger inside me, stretching me. He curls them up, hitting that perfect spot. All my muscles tighten at the same time and then release as a gush of wetness seeps out of my pussy, drenching his hand. I can’t breathe. I can’t make a sound. I just close my eyes and throw my head back. “That’s it, Butterfly. I can feel you squeezing the life out of my fingers. Come for me. Show me what I can make you do.”

“Parker,” I scream his name again. He leans up, kissing me till I finally come down from the high he just gave me.

“Em I…” He starts but a really loud buzzing sound starts, and I can’t hear what he is saying. What the fuck is that?

Opening my eyes, I see that the god-awful buzzing sound is my alarm telling me it’s 5:00. Reaching my hand out, I smack the top of it, hoping to shut it up, and it does once it falls to the floor. My face is wet with tears. Wiping the wetness away, I wonder when the fuck I started to cry and why. My only guess is that I didn’t want to wake up from that dream. Let’s be truthful here. It probably won’t ever happen. The house is quiet, so it’s safe to power on my phone and see if Parker messaged me throughout the night. By the time I shower and get dressed, a text has come through, but it isn’t one I want to see.

Parker: Hey, I won’t be in school tomorrow, and I won’t be home this weekend. I’ll work on the project, I promise, and will email you what I get done. I’m so sorry, Em. I’m going back to Cape. I need this. I have to get away. Please understand.

I don’t know why the fact that I won’t see him for three days hurts so much, but all I know is that there is now an ache in my chest that wasn’t there before, and it isn’t going away. What am I going to do now?

CHAPTERFIFTEEN

Aunt Luna: Why did the school call me saying you weren’t in class after second hour? Answer your phone now, Parker.

Me: It’s a long story, but I felt sick and didn’t want to wait for them to call you to okay me coming home. I’m laying down. That’s why I’m not answering.

Aunt Luna: What’s wrong? What hurts? You know the flu is going around, is it that?

Me: Just my stomach. I’m fine. I’m home watching a movie. If I start feeling worse, I will call you, promise.

Aunt Luna: Okay, Park. I love you

Me: Love you too

I’m not sure how to tell her the real reason I left school, not when I have nothing to prove what is happening. The guilt from lying to her settles like a weight in my chest but it’s the only thing I can do at this point. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Emilee standing right inside the kitchen. The look on her face says she’s battling with something, and I know she saw me on my phone. It would be the right thing to tell her it was my aunt, but I don’t. I can’t bring myself to explain something to her for the second time today, and I hate myself for it. I know she felt my mood change when I noticed that my message was never sent. I’m so confused that I’m not sure which way is up.

It’s only been ten days since I first laid eyes on her and two days since our first conversation. How in the hell is it that forever is already running through my mind? That’s not normal, or is it normal for someone as young as me to feel something so fast? But is it real? I can tell that me sitting so close is affecting her, and if I’m honest, it’s also affecting me. I just hide it better than Em can. The movie is only background noise as I try to sort through all the confusing thoughts in my head. If I were to ask a professional, I’m sure they would say that I have never seen a true example of love, and I would have to agree with them. Don’t get me wrong, I have watched Luna and Larry this past year, but they are much older than us. So how can I know if I’m feeling love or lust? God, my head is a mess.

The need to be alone is so strong that when Em starts to take out her notebook, I lie to her and tell her I have plans. Instantly disappointment is written in her eyes, and the weight in my chest gets heavier, but I can’t shake this feeling. My guilt was replaced with anger when she tried to walk out of my house into the cold afternoon to walk to her uncle. I take care of what is mine, and even though the words scare me, I want her to be just that, Mine. I’ve never been so dominating as I was in the front yard but watching her walk away from me almost brought me to my knees.

I’m not surprised to see her eyes go wide or her thighs clench together when I told her I would physically make her do what I wanted. My chest untightens just a little when she finally gives in and lets me give her a ride. I want to push her into letting me take her the whole way so I know she made it there safely, but I understand I can’t. It doesn’t mean I have to like it. The hurt, fear, and sadness in her eyes almost make me say fuck being alone. I hate that I’m putting that look in her eyes. I try to tell her I’m sorry with a kiss. Leaving her on the side of the road was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. When I’m with her, everything feels perfect and complete. As crazy as it sounds, that’s why I have to leave her standing there just as confused as I am.

I’m not paying any attention to where I’m heading, which is dangerous considering what I’m driving right now. While I’m fighting with my body, telling it that we can’t turn around, my mind must know what I need because I find myself pulling up to the park. Taking a deep breath of the cold, crisp air, I park at the beginning of the walking trail and start walking. Trying to answer some of the questions floating in my head.

Am I attracted to her? Fuck yes!

Do I want to get to know everything about her? Hell yes!

Do I want to protect her? There is no doubt about that.

But do I love her? I feel like I do, but I’m only eighteen. What do I know about what love feels like?

Before I even know it, I have walked the trail twice, and the cold afternoon air is starting to seep into my bones even though I have my jacket on. It doesn’t feel like I’m closer to understanding anything, but my teeth chatter from the cold. I head toward my bike, ready to be home where it’s warm, and then maybe I can figure this out. Rounding the corner, I stop dead in my tracks because my bike is no longer alone. Parked next to it is a red Camaro. Christian sits in the driver’s seat, and I can see Vanessa climbing out of the passenger side. God, no, I can’t deal with her today. Sighing, I make my feet move again. As I get closer, I hear the last part of their conversation, “Thanks for the ride. I’ll call you later.” With that, the car reverses and leaves me alone with her.

It feels like all of a sudden, there are weights around my ankles. My legs don’t want to move toward my bike. I actually want to turn around and run as far away as possible, but I can’t. Vanessa is leaning against my bike, looking like a woman on a mission, and I’m her target. Fucking great. “What are you doing here, Vanessa?” I ask. Stopping a foot away from her and my only way out of here.

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