Part 2 (1/2)
My mouth crashes onto hers, feeling her grip me tightly from inside. Every piece of her surrounding my c.o.c.k heats with my touch. Her hands move to my bare chest and her fingers tug at my piercings with added aggression.
Em enjoys s.e.x much the same I as do: hard and fast when the mood strikes and slow and easy if our emotions are raw. Emilyn understands me and I'm not certain anyone but she could, given the circ.u.mstances we've found ourselves in.
Throwing her head back, aiming her eyes to the ceiling, her breathless pants of close climax take up the area between us.
”Don't come 'til I'm ready,” I grind out, trying to hold her off.
”Then you better get there soon, Max 'cause I'm close.”
My hands position at her hips so I'm able to gain control. Her small body on top of mine isn't an obstacle in comparison to my large frame. Once she clutches my shoulders tightly in her hands, the feel of her fingernails digging deep into my flesh acts as the catalyst to my own undoing.
”Go,” I clip through clenched teeth. ”Take it, Em.”
Her body slams down one last time, and she goes still above me. I feel the warmth of her release coming right before I empty into her with my own.
Once our bodies slow from the shuddering reaction to each other, she kisses my shoulder while draping both her arms around them. ”I'm tired now,” she says. ”And breakfast is cold,” she continues. ”And you've got to stop touching me all the time.”
Pus.h.i.+ng my shoulder in her direction to get her to look at me, I smile with my question. ”You want me to stop touching you?”
”Yes,” she snaps between us, lifting slowly and allowing me to slide out of her. My c.o.c.k senses the loss and it's not appreciative. ”Every time you touch me, we...”
”That's all you,” I tell her jokingly as she stands fully and straightens herself.
Rolling her eyes, she turns around and attempts to act as though she's annoyed. ”I'm going to shower. You're going to do dishes and then shower when you're done.”
”Woman, did you just come on my c.o.c.k?”
Twisting around and looking at me, her eyebrows are furrowed with irritation. ”What did you just ask me?”
”You're really f.u.c.kin' bossy for someone who just let me inside her.”
She shrugs, tossing me the phone which I had left on the charger. ”Make your calls before we go, too.”
”Not so sure I love you telling me what to do,” I explain while smiling, but it falls on deaf ears as she heads into the bathroom.
Her voice rises as she finally responds before closing the door behind her, ”Then stop touching me all the time.”
I took Em's orders. Well, only the one to make some calls while she showered and got ready.
I called Tommy first, knowing he'd be worried. Tommy always worries.
”Any word from Aimes or Low?” he asks with curiosity.
”Nope, nothing. And I'm starting to get anxious.”
”Creed?” he asks next.
”Hoss has kept me away from the club. This weekend will be two weeks. I don't have a good feeling about any of it.”
I've talked to Hoss only twice since last being inside the club. When he called, he'd explained the poker game was postponed due to his need to focus on club business. He then reminded me I wasn't a member and couldn't be included in said business, but later said he'd get in touch. My agitation grows heavier as each day pa.s.ses.
I need to see or hear Casey's okay. I need it for myself, but also for Em.
”Your mom said Em's filing for divorce. That's good news,” Tommy says, pulling me from my thoughts. He must've talked to Mom this week when he realized his calls to me were being ignored.
”She is. We're headed out to talk to the lawyer today. Hoping it's final in a few months. Think it will be as long as f.u.c.khead doesn't try to contest it.”
”He won't contest,” Tommy a.s.sures. ”I saw him in town a few days ago. He still had a limp. Aimes must have given it to him really f.u.c.kin' good.”
”He deserved it.”
I still wish it would've been me who'd physically hurt him after he'd put his f.u.c.king hands on Em. From what Tommy's explained, it sounds like Aimes got him enough for the both of us, though.
”You don't sound as excited about her divorce as you should be. She's free, Max,” he rightfully observes. ”This is a big deal.”
”I know,” I return quickly, but with a thousand thoughts racing through my head. ”It is a big deal, and I'm happy about it. It's just...”
”Just what?”
”I hate this,” I admit quietly, running my hand through the back of my hair in frustration. ”Every f.u.c.kin' minute of every G.o.dd.a.m.n day. I hate it.”
”I know you do. We all hate it for you,” Tommy replies.
”Em and I should be enjoying each other. Not that we aren't, but there's so much s.h.i.+t to constantly worry about. Casey is everywhere in this house, and she's not even here, if that makes any f.u.c.kin' sense.”
I imagine my longtime friend shaking his head at me through the line. ”It does. You've already done more for her than anyone in this town has.”
”It's not enough.”
”Aimes is doing what he can. He needs time. He loves Em, too.”
I hear the growl release from my throat at hearing those words in any reference. Tommy hears it, too, because he laughs.
Clearing his throat, he tries to backpedal. ”He doesn't love her. Not like that, anyway. C'mon. Get over that s.h.i.+t. I'm just sayin' Aimes and Low are good at what they do. They'll help.”
As Em comes out of the bathroom, fully dressed and looking extremely annoyed, I cut Tommy off before he's able to say anything more. ”I gotta run, Em's in a mood. We've got s.h.i.+t to do.”
Tommy laughs in return. ”Get her unhitched from that a.s.shat and make her yours. Sounds like she's already your ball and chain.”
”Right,” I flip back. ”She's starting to be.”
”Call me if you need anything.”