Page 37 of Fixing Emilee

“Get going, boys. You don’t have all day,” she says, giving us both a one-arm hug and pushing us out the door. Well fuck I guess I’m going to pick up my butterfly’s engagement ring with her dad and brother.

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“Are you two ready to see them?” Emilee’s mom asks Levi and me.

“Yes, ma’am,” we both answer at the same time.

I haven’t seen my girl all day, and I don’t like it, but nothing else matters as soon as she walks around the corner. She steals the air from my lungs and makes all the blood in my body rush to my dick. I suppress a groan because it would be highly inappropriate at this moment, and I’m already afraid of embarrassing myself with the bulge in my pants. I have always thought Emilee was the prettiest girl in the room, but the woman standing in front of me now is stunning, and I will have to beat someone’s ass tonight for looking at her.

“Is it okay?” she whispers as I take the first step toward her.

“Okay? Baby, you look phenomenal,” I say loudly so everyone can hear me. When I’m close enough that only she can hear me, I whisper, “Butterfly, you are sexy as fuck right now. Fuck going to the dance. Let’s skip it so I can peel this gorgeous dress off you.” Watching a blush stain the top of her beautiful tits pushed up by the green dress. I want to trace its path with my tongue so fucking bad.

“Pictures. We need pictures.” Our moment is interrupted by loud clapping behind me. Walking behind Em, I use her as coverage to adjust my aching dick. The skirt of her dress is poofy, making it difficult for me to get close, but we finally figure it out. Wrapping my arms around my girl, I intentionally rub my erection against her ass, making her dig her nails into my hand. A shit-eating grin spreads across my face as we stare into the camera.

“Mom, we need to go,” Emilee says after what feels like fifty photos with different poses for each one.

“Okay. Okay,” she says, wiping tears from her eyes.

“Awe, Mommy.” Em crosses the room, wrapping her arms around her mom in a hug that we all know the meaning behind. We all worried that we would never get here. No one hears what they whisper to each other. “I love you too,” Em says, pulling back. Taking my hand in hers, we make our way to the waiting limo, no expense spared when it comes to her and prom, we’re doing this in style.

Once we are all settled in the back, my girl leans over to whisper in my ear, paying me back for the comments I said earlier. “An hour. We are staying one hour, then you are taking me to the hotel so I can rip this tux off your sexy body and get to what I want so badly that my panties may or may not be soaking wet.” She turns her body toward mine, her skirt hiding my legs and her hand as she rubs me, making me hard instantly. “I’m so fucking wet for you right now, but I want to experience the dance. Before I get to experience this multiple times tonight.” She leans in, capturing my lips with hers pulling the groan I’ve been suppressing into her mouth.

“Stop that. No making out with my sister, you tool,” Levi shouts at me. I pull back, laughing as Em turns around, leaning against my side. I adjust myself for the second time tonight as I wrap my arms around her as she crosses her arms, giving her brother a death stare.

“Then no making out with my best friend.”

Tiffani tries to hide a giggle by putting her hand over her mouth, but it slips out. Levi pushes his bottom lip out, pouting. “That’s not fair. Do you see how gorgeous she is?”

“I agree, but do you see how fucking delicious my man looks in his tux?” Tiffani and I just laugh at these two. “I’m going to kiss him many, many times tonight, and I suggest if you don’t want to see it, you better learn to dance with your eyes closed, baby brother. Since our rooms are next to each other, I would suggest sleeping with a pillow over your head as well, if me just kissing him makes you uncomfortable.”

As we all fall into a fit of laughter at the banter and the horrified look on Levi’s face, a feeling of comfort falls over us all. There is some sadness about today because it marks the beginning of the end for our group of four, but I’m determined for this to be the best prom ever for us all. Pulling up to the school, Levi and I exit first to help our girls. Reaching my hand into the limo, I grab Emilee’s; there is a slight look of hesitation and fear in her eyes.

Pulling her up and into my chest, I whisper, “You look stunning. You are strong. I love you.” A smile spreads over her face, and the worry is replaced with admiration. Leaning in, I pull her as close as possible and kiss her.

“Fuck. Emilee? Damn, you look good,” a voice cuts our kiss short. I spin around, blocking whoever is about to meet his maker’s view of my girl. Standing in the doorway is a kid whose name I can’t remember, but I know he’s a junior. He’s on the verge of not seeing his senior year if he doesn’t stop looking at my girl’s luscious tits.

“Mine, asshole. If you want to keep your eyes, I suggest you remove them from my girl and get the hell out of here,” I growl at him. He turns around, running through the door. Emilee laughs behind me as Tiffani shakes her head, and Levi looks like he would help me pull the dude’s eyes out.

Tiffani reaches over, grabs Emilee’s hand, and pulls her from behind me. “Come on, Emilee, let’s leave these Neanderthals and enjoy ourselves alone.” The girls only get a step away from us before Levi and I are on them, wrapping them up in our arms.

Looking at Emilee, I repeat, “Mine.”

“Yes, yes. I’m yours, and you are mine. Now can we go dancing?” Emilee says, kissing my cheek.

“Anything you want, you get, Butterfly,” I say, helping her up the step and into the school. I spend the next sixty minutes growling at all the guys who can’t keep their eyes off my girl and dancing to every song with her in my arms, where she will stay forever.

The world around me is quiet except for the soft rain hitting the tin roof. I lay here trying to figure out what woke me from the deep sleep I only got while wrapped in Parker’s warm arms. It doesn’t take long to figure it out as a warm, big, and determined hand slides down my stomach, heading straight for the juncture of my thighs. A smile creeps onto my face, but the darkness hides it from the man behind me, who, it seems, is on a mission. Even though I try to keep my breathing even, his warm breath passes over my ear as he chuckles behind me.

“Butterfly, I know you are awake. I knew it the minute you opened those beautiful brown eyes.” Sleep still laces his voice, making him sound sultry and dangerous. The ache between my thighs worsens when he places a light kiss right below the ear he’s whispering in.

I arch my ass back into him more, loving the feeling of his hard dick rubbing me as he pushes into me. A groan falls from his lips, and I want another one. So I move my hand from its resting position on the pillow underneath my head. I lace my fingers through his thick hair and scrape my fake nails down his scalp.

I’m rewarded with another groan as he growls, “You are never taking them damn things off. You hear me? Never. I don’t care how much money I have to spend a week for you to keep them.”

“Yes,” falls out on a moan as I spread my legs apart, giving him more room to touch me and make the ache go away. Spreading me, he runs his long middle finger down till he feels how wet he makes me.

“Damn, baby.” He slips his finger into my drenched center. I don’t stop rubbing my ass against him and arching into his hands, seeking more of him. Pulling out, he brings that glorious wet digit up to circle my aching clit. I don’t think I will last long with the sensation of his hands on me, his dick rubbing against my ass, and his breath skating over my neck.

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