Page 73 of Black Wave

Cherry stops and looks at the mess, frowning. She continues to look at the spilled contents while lapping at the tip of his cock. “Hm,” she purrs. “Tell me more so you can bend me over and fuck me already.”

He grabs her head and pushes her onto his cock again. She takes it willingly. “Let me fuck your mouth for a minute first.” He backs her up to the wall and places his hand above her. She grabs his ass hard as he pounds into her mouth, stilling each time as he hits the back of her throat. Her head goes back, and he groans. She hollows out her cheeks, and he bucks forward and comes down her throat. She continues to lap at him, licking him clean as he rubs her cheek affectionately.

“You suck my cock so good, Cherry.” She pulls herself up, licking her lips, and lifts her dress, showing that she isn’t wearing any panties, and then pushes her tits out the front of her already low-cut dress. She grabs her tits, shoving them upward, and Gage eyes them greedily.

“Tell me more,” she moans, flicking her nipples back and forth.

Gage tells her everything she wants to hear. He dives into her boobs, kneading and licking. He turns her around, and a couple more bottles fall off the shelf.

“Motherfucker!” I scream out at the monitor.

He turns her around and pushes her down on the shelf. He sticks a finger in her ass and then another, scissoring it back and forth. He takes his stiff cock and presses it against her ass and thrusts forward. I watch about another thirty seconds of him fucking her ass, until I am sure there isn’t anything else said about Emma.

I get up, and Jameson follows me into the basement. Eli is still guarding Emma, so I have another few men there waiting on me. I see Gage there chained to the wall, and I walk in, hitting him in the face. I punch him over and over, until Jameson holds me back.

“Um, you might want to ask him questions before you knock him out.” He grabs my arms, halting any further action.

I stand there, attempting to control my ragged breaths. “Tell me everything,” I speak to him in a low growl. I smell the scent of urine and realize he pissed himself. “Alejandro, come over here.” Al walks up and waits for me to give my order. I am walking out the door. “Make him speak. I have to take Emma to a function tonight. Too bad you won’t be relaying information to Cherry anymore.”

Al punches Gage in the ribs, and I know he’s broken a couple. I look at Jameson, and he nods. I know he’ll keep me posted. He is determined, just as I am determined to ensure Emma is safe.

I hear Emma enter through the door as I speak with Philip on the phone. After returning from our trip from Mexico, we have been actively trying to keep tabs on Cherry. I believe that she will lead us to Julian if we are patient enough. Patience has not always been my biggest virtue.

After extensive investigation, Philip discovered that Cherry seems to have come into some money and now lives a life of luxury in a spacious apartment in the Uptown section of Houston, nearer than we’d like. He wants to tell me more, and I know that he has been working hard to find out if there is any correlation between Cherry’s newfound wealth and Julian’s retaining new information to help him stalk Emma.

When I see the haunted look in Emma’s eyes, I can’t concentrate on anything else Philip needs to tell me. “Hey, can I call you later?” I interrupt.

“Sure, Boss, I’ll keep digging and keep you posted. No worries,” he says, and I end the call.

I stand up from the island barstool and drain the rest of my whiskey from the glass. I approach Emma as she puts her purse on the foyer table.

“Hey, baby. How was your day?” I bring her into me, and she softens, releasing the tension she held onto from the emotional weight bearing down on her shoulders.

“Exhausting.” She lets out a long breath and pulls back from me. “I feel like such a shit friend to Liv,” she says, hiding her eyes from me.

I pull her hand away from her face and tuck a loose strand of hair that fell from her messy bun behind her ear. “And why is that?” I look at her and wait for her to explain.

“She knows that I hide things from her, and every time I change the subject or deflect, I see the hurt it causes her. I want to tell her everything, but I’m scared. The last time I did that, I caused the people I love to suffer. I never want to burden anyone with that again. I’d rather be buried with my secrets.”

“Emma, let me carry that burden for you. You are my partner in this life, and you no longer have to go through this alone. I am here.” I hold her face in my palms and kiss her. I want to show her how much I love her in that kiss, and I understand just how much she loves me. I can feel it, and I hope she knows what I say is true. I grab her hand and lead her to the bedroom.

“Here, let me run you a bath and you can relax before the gala. You’ll see your friend, and we can hang out with her and Dax.”

She seems to perk up at this. “Maybe that's all we need is one good night out.” She discards her clothes and walks into the bath, and I can’t help but watch her as she steps into the tub.

I palm my cock through my pants and try to halt the erection tenting them. She sees that and calls me over. I lean down and kiss her.

“Later, I’ll worship you. Now, you relax while I finish up on a call with Eli about security for the gala.” She pouts and I laugh. “You can choke on my cock later, baby.” I wink at her as I walk out.

After talking with Philip again and then Eli, I have an idea how tonight will go. We suspect Julian might be at the gala and will be watching to see if anything is suspicious. Eli understands that he is to be around in case things get out of hand and is to follow Emma everywhere. With two people on Emma, one that doesn’t know about the other, I feel better about being in a crowd with eyes on her.

I walk into the room and see Emma putting on the jewelry I gave her. She wears her engagement ring and her necklace thatshe never goes without, as well as the tracker I had Jameson get for her. She is wearing a green dress that matches the color of her eyes. Her hair is plaited in a loosely curled braid wrapped around to the side that lands over her right chest. Pieces of hair fall from the plait at various stages, and it looks simple yet classy. She steps into her six-inch stilettos and is considerably taller than her regular five foot two inches, or at least that’s what she claims her height to be. I walk to her and pick up her braid, twisting the loose pieces of the end in my finger.

“I like this,” I tell her and flick it back and forth. “I think it will be fun to use later.” My eyes find hers, and she smiles mischievously. She licks her lip and reaches up to gently kiss my lips. I bend, allowing her to pepper light kisses down my neck. She looks back at me and then my shirt.

“Oops, I think I got a little lipstick on your white shirt,” she says sincerely.

My lip curls up in a smirk. “You don’t have to mark your territory, Emma. I’ve been yours forever.” I grab her hand and lead her out of the room before I destroy her pretty hair and makeup.

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