Page 76 of Wasted Memories
I hovered above her, my eyes glued to hers as I ran my hands under her shirt, my hands covering her stomach. Her skin was smooth against my calloused hands as I slowly slid them further up, cupping her breasts. Her lips parted when I rolled her puckered nipple between my fingers.
I pulled her shirt off, tossing it to the floor behind me. Bending down, I kissed her neck gently before trailing down to her nipple, pulling it into my mouth. When my teeth grazed her, she let out a small whimper. Flicking my tongue, I soothed the spot, then pulled back to slide her shorts down. Lifting her legs, I pulled them all the way off, along with her panties.
She bit her bottom lip as she used her foot to trail down my abdomen, not stopping until her barefoot grazed the bulge in my sweats. She applied pressure, pushing up, then down. I groaned and pushed her leg to the side, pushing my sweats off and positioning myself back between her legs.
I brushed the hair from her face and kissed her cheek gently where a bruise had formed. She was so fragile yet so strong, so determined. Regardless of what she’d been through, she was still unapologetically herself, and that’s all I ever wanted for her. To feel safe enough to let go, to be herself.
She went to reach between us but I grabbed her hand, bringing it up to the pillow beside her face. “I’m doing all the work, remember?” I intertwined our fingers as I used my other hand to line myself up with her entrance.
I pushed inside of her slowly, her pussy already wet for me. I made sure to be gentle as I buried myself in her. I watched her as she moaned, her eyes glossing over as pleasure overtook her. I thrust in and out slowly, keeping my pace steady.
She arched her back as I took her deeper, her legs spreading to allow me a better angle. With her hand still in mine, I reached back with my other hand, grabbing behind her knee and hiking her leg up against my hip. Her moans filled the room as I made love to her, worshiping her body.
As we reached the edge, our climax’s synced, she yelled out my name, her grip on my hand tightening. We rode the high together, cherishing each other.
I pulled out of her, getting up to grab a warm washcloth from the bathroom. After cleaning up, I laid back down next to her, pulling her close to me. She laid her head on my chest, her hand over my stomach.
“I knew you’d find me,” she whispered.
“I’ll always find you, Emerson. You’re safe with me.”
Chapter Forty Six
Emerson
WesleyandIwereout for our daily walk on the beach that we’d been doing since I got out of the hospital a few days ago. The fresh air helped clear my head and keep the panic attacks at bay.
Even though I knew I was safe now, I was still looking over my shoulder constantly, waiting for someone to strike. Any sudden loud noises would cause me to jump, but Wesley was always there to calm my racing heart.
He was the only thing anchoring me to the here and now when my mind drifted to that cabin. To Elijah’s body crumpled on the floor. To Felix chasing me through the woods.
I didn’t know what would have happened if Wesley hadn’t have found me when he did. He truly saved my life.
We’d been walking for about fifteen minutes when I saw Jett about thirty feet down the beach from us, sitting in the sand.
I halted in my steps, Wesley instantly darting his gaze to me, then to my line of sight. His grip on my hand tightened as his body went stiff.
“We can head back,” he said, trying to keep his tone soft.
I inhaled a deep breath in an attempt to slow the drum beating in my chest. “No. I should talk to him.”
“Emerson…” He was protective of me and didn’t want me getting hurt more than I already was. But I couldn’t bring myself to think Jett was apart of what his dad did.
I faced Wesley, taking both of his hands in mine. “Please. I need to know.” I needed the closure in order to move on with my life.
He studied me, seeing the pleading look in my eyes. “Okay. But I’m coming with you.”
Reaching up on my toes, I kissed his cheek. “Thank you.”
We walked through the sand over to Jett. As we approached, he looked up, his gaze locking on mine.
“Emerson,” he said, standing up and dusting the sand off his pants.
“Hey,” I replied softly.
“I’m so fucking sorry, Em. There’s no words I can say to make up for it. I had no idea. You have to believe me.”
There was a desperation in his eyes I’d never seen before. “I do.”
