Page 112 of Debts and Desires
“Your body was made to fuck, for taking my cock like a good little girl.” I put the vibrator between us, right on her clit. “Come again for me, Buttercup. Come for me.”
We fucked like animals, both chasing our release. It came quickly, her pussy clamping down on me, milking my cock. I held onto her as she came, my groans mixing with hers.
I collapsed on her, my breathing ragged as I turned off the toy. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, holding me close. We laid like that for a while, catching our breaths. When I had enough energy, I rolled off her, pulling her into my side.
“So much for that break, huh, Em?”
“I didn’t want a break.Youdid.”
I laughed and pulled her closer, kissing the top of her head.
After a moment, I let her know breakfast was ready. I followed her into the shower, just so I could rinse myself off, but found myself staring at her as she washed herself. It didn’t matter how many times I saw her; she was mesmerizing. I let my eyes wander, taking in all of her curves, the roundness of her ass, the fullness of her tits, the softness of her belly and thighs. Fuck, she was a sight.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Buttercup,” I whispered. Just as I figured she would, she blushed.
After breakfast, we went outside to play with Mac some, then found ourselves walking the property, hand in hand.
“What’s that building for?” Emmy asked, nodding to the wooden white shed. It was one of the originals built with the house back in the day.
“Just storage,” I responded.
“What all’s in it?”
“My granddad’s stuff. Old junk, really. Just haven’t gotten around to clearin’ it out yet.” I needed to, but I knew it wasgoing to be tough. Not just because of how much was in it, but because of the weight of the memories attached to everything.
I explained to her that the house used to be my granddad’s. When he passed, he left it all to me. I’d already been living with him, and despite the other parts of his will with all the hoops to jump through and strings attached that instructed how I’d receive the rest of my inheritance from him, this one was strings and hoops free. He knew how much this place meant to me, so he wanted me to have it. He knew my dad would sell it, the bastard.
The shop was a different story. If I didn’t fulfill my obligations to Granddad’s will, I would have to forfeit it. Thankfully, it would go to Miss Etta, since Mister Walter used to be Granddad’s partner there. She and I already worked out a deal, should I fail.
And until Emmy came along, it looked like I was going to.
I hadn’t thought about the will in so long. Thinking about it now, though, had my throat closing up. Even if I got the girl, there were still other parts. Other parts I’d more than likely have to help with.
Emmy looked over at me and smiled wide, breaking me from my thoughts.
“You know,” she said. “I think this would make a perfect little recording studio. I can see a spot there for a couch for Mac and a—” she cut herself off, her face turning bright red. “Never mind, sorry.” It was hard not to lean down and bite her pouty lips. Especially with how she was looking at me right then.
I smiled, tucking the info away for the future. If she really did plan on staying, it was hers. Hell, she didn’t even have to stay and I would give it to her. I would give her everything. I could tell she was embarrassed that she was thinking about a future with me and I assumed it was because we hadn’t talked about it other than what she said to me half-asleep. I knew the feeling, too. I think we left it all unspoken for now, knowing that there were strong feelings between us. I was afraid to bring it up because then she might leave. Seemed to be my luck witheverything. I thought maybe if I didn’t bring it up, then everything would stay the same and we’d be fine. Wishful thinking and all that, I guess.
The more I was with her, the more I decided I wanted a future with her. She was everything to me. She was mine to protect. Mine to fuck. Mine to love.
Mine.
I would do whatever I could to make sure she—and everyone else—knew it, too.
43. PLAY DEAD
November 7
Day Seventy-Two
Mac’s head perked up, which should’ve been my first warning. But I ignored it, much like I’d been ignoring my phone again. I heard the front door slam shut and my eyes bulged.
Shit! Shit! Shit!
Then came the stomping through the house. I stood, placing my guitar and notebook down. My eyes searched for an escape route. Just as I moved toward the back gate, the door swung open and I froze.
“Mac, in,” Carter growled with a snap of his fingers. Mac, the traitor, went right in as if he knew not even he could save me from his master’s wrath. Carter’s eyes met mine. “You,” he said by way of greeting. “You get your ass upstairs. Now.”
