Page 31 of Bad Call
“It’s not really scandalous, but Emmett and I did it in the bed of his truck on our wedding night.” I huff a quiet laugh, the vivid memory crashing into me as though it happened last week instead of eight years ago. “Our parents refused to help us plan a reception, and we didn’t have much money. So, he bought a cheap vanilla cake with confetti frosting, threw a mountain of blankets and pillows in the back, and drove me to the beach. He said it would be our anniversary tradition, making love under the stars after feeding each other crappy grocery store cake—that no matter how successful we became, or where life took us, we’d always make time to celebrate together.”
“Oh my God, that’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard,” Bailey sighs whimsically. I smile, my cheeks pinkening, becauseyeah, it is. Emmett was always just as sweet as he was dirty, even when we were younger. And he always knew when I needed his softer side, brightening my hard days and making sure I knew how special I was. From the outside, people see this big, tough football player. But I’ve had the privilege of experiencing just how gentle he can be. It’s one of the things that made me fall so hard before I even knew what love was.
We spend the rest of the evening drinking and laughing, dance music playing in the background, while Bailey spoils us all with the most relaxing skincare treatments. Deciding that we’re way too buzzed to drive, we settle into the living room, sprawling out together on the makeshift bed Jett laid out while we were downstairs. After several minutes of grumbling about how he hates sleeping alone, he leans down to where Bailey is cuddled up next to me, giving her the sweetest kiss goodnight. Hesmiles at her like she hung the moon, quietly murmuring something about sneaking up to the bedroom later. She giggles softly, the whole exchange making my stomach do somersaults because they’re so damn cute.
I slowly drift off, visions of a future with Emmett playing like a movie in my head. A house with plenty of bedrooms for all the babies we’ll make. A big kitchen where we’ll cook together, and dance while the moonlight filters through the windows. A big backyard where we’ll watch our family play and grow, knowing that our love conquered all, and that fate brought us back together better and stronger than we were before.
I want it all, and I want it with the boy who’s had my heart since I was five years old. A life without him is no longer one I care to live.
TWENTY-EIGHT
EMMETT
“Em, don’t,”Stella warns, a small finger pointed in my direction to ward me off. But she’s fresh from our morning shower, the towel that’s wrapped tightly around her body doing nothing to make me want to obey. She kicked me out as soon as I was clean, telling me we didn’t have time for any fun because we had to be on the road soon for our weekend getaway to Pennsylvania. Arden and her boyfriends just bought a vacation home not too far from where we grew up, and they invited us to come visit. It’s in a remote location, so unless we purposely venture out toward Tinsville, we shouldn’t see anyone we know—at least, I hope not.
“Don’twhat?” I ask, feigning innocence as I sit on the side of the bed, my very proud cock thickening between my legs as she attempts to pass by me to gather her clothes. But she’s nuts if she thinks I’m waiting here, butt-ass naked, just to watch her get dressed. I’m fucking my girl before we leave this city, whether she thinks it’ll fit into our schedule or not.
She lifts a suspicious brow, a hand lowering to her hip as the other clutches onto the towel between her tits. My eyes catch on the ample cleavage, all the blood in my body threatening to rush south becausegoddamn.She’s the hottest woman I’ve ever seen.“Don’t look at me like that. I need to get ready, or we’re going to be late.”
“Be my guest,” I reply, sweeping an arm out in invitation for her to move by. But as soon as she does, I dart my hand out, grab her by the wrist, and pull her into my lap. She squeaks loudly, high-pitched objections leaving her mouth, but I only wrap myself around her tighter as she tries to escape. I dig my fingertips into her sides, tickling relentlessly and enjoying the hearty belly laughs that fill the room. It’s always been one of my favorite sounds.
“Let me go!” she shouts between wheezes, wiggling around to evade the assault. But the vigorous movements have the towel riding up above her ass, the soft, supple skin grazing my erection and making me burn with the need for more. I can tell the moment she feels it, because she sits up straight, my fingers stilling as I hold her hips right where they are. Her big brown eyes glaze over with lust, our time restrictions all but forgotten as she pulls her lower lip between her teeth coyly. Sexual tension swirls in the air around us, every muscle in my body winding tight with the desire to throw her onto the mattress and take what I want. But when I look over her shoulder, catching our reflection in the antique mirror that rests against the wall, I’m overcome with a million different emotions all at once.
I want her to see it, too. All of it.
Slowly, I reach up, unfastening the towel and tossing itaside before turning her so my chest is pressed to her back. We look like a work of art, naked bodies fused together as our eyes meet. The golden metal frame shines in the daylight, a bright halo surrounding us while I ghost my hands up Stella’s curves.
“When we brought this mirror inside, I fucking hated it. It killed me to see our reflection—noticing all the ways we changed over the years.” My touch moves over her thighs, curling around them and pulling her wide. She throws her head back as I position them on the outside of mine, her glistening pussy on full display as my hands continue to explore. I skim her tits, stomach, and mound, her breath hitching every time I come close to where she wants me. I’m mesmerized by each reaction, from the way her chest heaves with every tight inhale to the goosebumps that raise along her skin in my wake.
“Look at us, Stella,” I say, my breath warm against her ear. “All these beautiful new parts of you that were just waiting for me to find and explore. I want to spend every minute reacquainting myself with them and appreciating how kind time was to your body while we were apart.” She watches our reflection, her hooded gaze following my hands as they glide back up, squeezing her full breasts. “These tits are so pretty, baby,” I praise, gently rolling the peaked nipples between my fingers and earning a breathy moan. I love that no matter how many years have gone by, my touch still elicits the same response as it always has. I was made for this woman—to give her everything she could ever want or need.
Pressing my mouth to her neck, I slide my caress lower, stopping when my palm covers her stomach. I don’t sayanything, but I doubt I could even choke out the words if I wanted to. My brain goes off on its own, conjuring up the most perfect image of Stella carrying my child, her belly full and round as I worship every single inch of her. It’s almost too much to bear, making my cock weep like a faucet against her ass. I continue my descent, enjoying the beautiful whimper that tumbles from her lips when the pad of my middle finger grazes her swollen clit.
“And this cunt,” I mumble, dipping down and gathering her arousal before returning to the tight bundle of nerves. “So wet and perfect. Only ever touched by your husband.” The word rolls off my tongue without permission, but I don’t take it back. It feels too fucking good—especially when her hips begin grinding into my hand. I can’t stop myself from going further, getting lost in the moment as she continues to chase her pleasure.
“That’s my good little wife,” I coo, rubbing in firm circles. “Let me take care of this gorgeous body like only I know how.” She nods her head rapidly, a string of pleas bursting from her plump lips as I lift her up and lower her down onto my aching cock. I fill her in one long stroke, only stopping when I’m fully seated inside her tight, wet pussy. Staring at her reflection, her face twisted in pleasure as she takes every single inch, has me ready to blow before we even get a chance to move. But there’s no way that’s happening, so I take a few deep breaths to get myself together before slowly guiding her up and down my shaft.
“Oh my God,” she gasps, breath whooshing from her lungs every time I hit her deepest spots. My eyes stay trained on our connection, watching my cock disappear into her, only to come out wetter each time I lift her up.She feels like heaven wrapped around me, her tight walls gripping my length as I throb against them.
Desperate for a closer look, I wrap my arms under her thighs and stand to my feet, ignoring her surprised squeals of protest as I walk closer to the mirror with my cock still buried inside her. My chest presses to her back, and she twists just enough to wrap an arm around my neck for purchase, but I just keep fucking up into her because it feels so goddamn good.
“Emmett,” she chokes out, holding on for dear life as she watches us in the mirror. It’s the hottest experience of my life—having her at my mercy like this—but there’s one thing that would make it even better.
I shake my head, a cocky smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth while I pound into her, my biceps flexing as I hold her open like a toy. The sound of her wetness mixed with the slapping of skin on skin fills the room, so I voice my request against her ear. “Don’t say my name, Wild Girl. Say yours.”
Her gaze catches on mine, confusion passing over her features for several seconds before realization sets in. Her pupils blow wide, eyes never leaving mine as she snakes her free hand between her legs, rubbing her clit with reckless abandon. Her inner muscles contract around me so tightly that I have to clench my teeth, refusing to empty myself into her until she gives me what I want.
“Say it, baby,” I demand roughly. “What’s your fucking name?”
“Stella Hayes!” With that, her orgasm crests, every limb trembling uncontrollably as I hammer my cock into her as fast and hard as I can. Her head falls back onto my shoulder,toes pointing in ecstasy while pleasure washes over her in waves. The sight, paired with the sound of her full name—the name thatI gave her—is so erotic, I can’t hold back any longer. My balls draw up tight, and I thrust one final time, filling my wife to the brim with thick, hot spurts of cum. I ride it out, using every ounce of endurance in my body to stay upright until I’ve given her every drop before carefully pulling out and lowering her to the floor. I don’t let go, keeping an arm banded around her waist for support as I spin her around, so we’re face to face.
She lifts her eyes to mine, an exhausted smile lifting one corner of her mouth as she looks at me like I’m all she’ll ever need. My heart swells, emotion flowing through me so intensely that I don’t stop myself from laying every single one of my cards out on the table. My world has revolved around her since I was five years old, and I’m sick of acting like it doesn’t.
“I love you, Stella Hayes,” I whisper. “I always have.”
Her bottom lip quivers, tears gathering in her big, beautiful eyes as I bring both hands up to cup her face. My thumbs skate over her cheeks, loving how soft and warm they are against my skin. It’s familiar, healing me with every second that passes between us, and even more when she finally speaks.
“I love you, Emmett Hayes. The worst mistake I ever made was pretending like I could live without you. I was barely surviving until I got here, and I promise I’ll never take you for granted again.”
