Page 36 of Bad Call
I steadily pump into her, pulling the panties from between her lips. My mouth waters as the scent of her arousal swirls in the air around us, jealousy surging through me like a feral beast who’s unhappy about the fact that she’s been tasting herself, and he hasn’t. The urge to pull from her body and make her ride my face is overwhelming, but I’m way too close for that now. My balls are drawn tight, aching so badly that I don’t think I could stop if I wanted to.
“Fuck, baby,” I whisper, my lips mere inches from hers. “Let me taste that pussy. Please.” I expect her to kiss me—to let me lick her tongue and gather as much of her sweetness as I can. So, I’m caught completely off guard when she reaches up, hooks a finger behind my bottom teeth, yanks down, and spits directly into my mouth. Before I even have time to process the filthy move, I go off like a goddamn firework, shooting rope after molten-hot rope ofcum into her ass. Now I’m the one who’s about to blow our cover, because I’m roaring out my release, completely surrendering to its control as it tosses me around like a boat in a hurricane. It goes on for what feels like a lifetime, my thrusts finally slowing when I’m so spent I can barely even recall my own name.
As carefully as I can, I lower her down to the mattress. The motion causes my cock to fall from her body, my seed immediately escaping as her muscles release. It’s a beautiful sight, the most intense feeling of possession washing over me when I think about the trust she has in me, even after all these years. We were so young when we first started exploring, giving our innocence to one another like it was the most natural thing in the world—because it was, just like it still is today. We may be on to bigger and kinkier things, but when it comes down to it, we know that this is where we’re safe.
I spend the next couple of hours providing aftercare, even though Stella insists she’s fine. But I do it anyway, washing, feeding, and massaging her muscles so she isn’t sore tomorrow. Eventually, Arden and the guys return, so we head downstairs, soaking up our final evening here before we have to head back to Cleveland. It feels like everything I’ve ever wanted—catching up with friends on the couch in their living room. Joking and laughing until we can barely think straight, then going to bed where I fall asleep peacefully with my wife wrapped in my arms. Being so full of love that I feel like my heart can’t possibly take it, until I look at her, and it swells even more.
This is my happy ending.Thisis where I’m meant to be.
THIRTY-THREE
STELLA
“Now I feel criminally underdressed,”Bailey says as I emerge from the changing room in her spa, my brand-new couture dress hugging my body perfectly. The girls and I decided to get ready for our night out at Club Tilt together, and since their house is the biggest, we naturally ended up here. Plus, it doesn’t hurt that she has all the skin care and makeup we could ever want.
“You look amazing,” I reply, admiring her tight red dress and black, thigh-high boots. Her espresso-colored hair is woven into a side braid, with shorter strands framing her heart-shaped face. She’s absolute perfection, and I know without a doubt that Jett is going to have a fun time taking everything off of her later.
“Thank you.” She beams, smoothing her hands down the fabric that covers her toned thighs. She pulls a tube of lipstick from her clutch and moves toward the mirror just as Livvy steps into the room, her hand splayed over her chest as she holds her dress in place.
“Can you zip me, please?” she asks, turning her back tome. Happy to assist, I carefully fasten the purple material, making sure everything is secure before stepping away. She spins around, fluffing her long, blonde hair at the roots. She’s as flawless as ever, with silver stilettos making her small legs look like they go on for days. She’s only about five-foot-three, but the confident way she carries herself makes every head turn when she walks into a room. Even Maddox loses his train of thought when he sees her sometimes, and they’ve been dating for months.
“Where’s Syd?” I’m surprised she hasn’t arrived yet, especially since getting ready together was her idea. But we arrived well over an hour ago, and she’s still not here.
Livvy sighs. “She’s going to meet us there. She’s been volunteering at the local animal shelter, and they asked her to stay late. I swear, she’d have a house full of dogs if her building allowed them.”
“I love that she gives back to the community,” Bailey chimes in. “That girl is wild as hell and has all the money she could ever need, yet spends her evenings picking up literal poop without a camera in sight. She’s an anomaly, in the best possible way. Your whole family is.”
“That means a lot. Thank you,” Liv says with a soft smile just as her boyfriend enters the room, Jett following closely behind. They’re both dressed to the nines, their tailored outfits stretched perfectly over every single muscle. Like magnets, they’re pulled straight to their girls, soft whispers and giggles filling the room as they make their appreciation known. I can’t help the silly smile that breaks free as I watch, grateful beyond measure for the way they’ve all welcomed me into their group, despite my past mistakes.
I’m pulled back to the present as a strong set of arms wraps around my waist from behind, Emmett’s warm lips ghosting along the shell of my ear. “I’m trying to figure out if I should pull you back into the guest room or just fuck you right here. I bet this dress would look just as amazing around your ankles.”
I turn my head, raising a brow. “We both know you wouldn’t get me naked in front of him.” I lift my chin toward Theo, who must’ve snuck in with Austin while we were distracted. Now that they’ve buried the hatchet with everything that happened in the hallway, I can’t help but poke fun at him for his overreaction.
He nips at my neck, a low chuckle vibrating the heated skin. “I wouldn’t bet on that, Wild Girl. I’ll take what I want and make sure the whole city knows who you belong to in the process.” My core clenches in response, teeth sinking into my lower lip to stifle a moan. He’s got my number, just like he always does, and I’m already dying to get him alone. But first, I’m ready for an epic night with some of our favorite people.
Two hours later, we’re having the time of our lives, Emmett standing behind me while we sway to the electronic music. Our bodies grind against one another, so close that not even a molecule of air could fit between his front and my back. His hands grip my hips, leading me wherever he wants me to go as we dance like there aren’t hundreds of people watching. He wasn’t kidding when he said he wanted all of Cleveland to know that I’m his, andI’m loving every minute of it. Nothing compares to the way it feels to be loved out loud by Emmett Hayes, and I’ll never take it for granted again.
He dips down, his warm breath fanning across my cheek as his fingers dig into the flesh covering my abdomen. It’s a possessive move, one that makes my blood run hot like lava through my veins. He smells like cologne and whiskey, a deadly combination when it comes to my panties. I’m soaked, so needy for him that I’m actually considering his threat to get me naked in front of everyone, consequences be damned.
The music continues to bump loudly through the speakers, and Livvy saunters our way, pulling Maddox behind her. She’s covered in sweat, her skin glistening as the moving spotlights dance across it.
“We’re going back up to the VIP area,” she shouts, leaning close so I can hear her. “I need a drink, and my feet are killing me.” At her words, I realize that I haven’t had a sip of water all night, opting for some Great Lakes Brewing Company Christmas Ale instead. I fell in love with it when I was here on my last assignment, and it’s usually out of season by now. So, naturally, I had to enjoy a couple of bottles tonight, before I’m stuck waiting for the holidays to roll back around. Needless to say, I’m not properly hydrated.
I turn in Emmett’s arms, pushing up to my tiptoes to suggest that we follow Maddox and Liv. The section we’re in is much less crowded—and a lot cooler—than the dance floor, so we can grab some water, order new drinks, and relax for a bit. He nods his head in agreement, encasing my hand in his as he protectively leads me toward thestairs. His grip stays firm and claiming while we weave through the throng of people, until we’re safe and sound at the large booth we reserved when we got here.
I attempt to slide in, desperate to get off my aching feet, but Emmett yanks me into his hard body and presses his lips to mine. The kiss makes me go lightheaded, his soft tongue teasing until I open and let him inside. I moan into his mouth, my arms snaking around his neck like there aren’t at least fifty people that could be watching us devour one another. But it’s clear that he cares about them as much as I do when his hands slide around my hips and grip onto my ass
“Who ordered the live porn performance?” Sydney says, her voice cutting through the hormone-driven fog in my brain. We break apart, both looking in her direction. Emmett wears a cocky smirk, but I just roll my eyes, ignoring the teasing look that’s plastered on her face.
“Don’t stop on my account,” she quips. “By all means, give us the show we paid for.” She relaxes back into the plush leather couch, waving a hand in front of herself as if to saygo on. I flip her off, making Emmett chuckle as he takes his seat and pulls me onto his lap. He buries his face into my neck, a loud giggle bursting from my lips as I curl into his warm, hard chest. It all feels so natural—the public displays of affection—just like it used to be when we were young.It feels like us again.
“I have to pee,” Bailey announces, scooting out of the booth. Livvy presses a quick kiss to Maddox’s cheek, standing to her feet before smoothing the small wrinkles out of her dress.
“Me, too,” she replies. I may as well go with them,since I’m sure the next beer I order will have me ready for a bathroom break anyway. Plus, I can have Bailey touch up my makeup, as she was the only one smart enough to bring anything beyond a tube of lipstick. To be fair, I didn’t expect to be sweating it all off, but it’s been so long since Emmett and I danced together, and I’ve been having the best time doing it.
“I’m in,” I say, joining the girls. We leave the guys to their own devices, disappearing into the restroom. Thankfully, it’s empty, so we do our business, wash our hands, and take up the entire length of the mirror as we primp.
“So,” Bailey implores, wiggling her brows, “it looks like things with you and Emmett are going very well. If I didn’t know your story, I’d feel like there was no way you’d spent the last eight years in agony over one another. You look like you’re madly in love.” She extends a blotting sheet in my direction, and I can’t help the smile that pulls at my lips.
