Page 49 of Emmett

“You called me Emmett.”

A moment all too long passes, my chest heaving with both rage and relief before I grab his probably-aching face in my hands and kiss him hard. I actually missed him. I hate him, but I don’t want to be without him again. His tongue slips into my mouth and I welcome it, swallowing up the taste of him.

I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on tight, as if I’m afraid he’ll disappear again if I let go. He holds me just as tightly as he leads me toward his car, his mouth never leaving mine.

“Wait,” I breathe. “My dad’s in there. Davis, too…if they see us, they’ll kill you, I’m not kidding.”

“My windows are tinted,” he replies with a smirk, “and those two don’t scare me.” He quickly claims my mouth again, effectively shutting me up.

We hurry to climb into the back of his SUV and Nash flips a few switches to move the seats into a better position for the two of us to fit inside.

I start to peel off my suit jacket, and his hands grab my wrists to stop me. “Leave it on,” he tells me. “You have to go back in there.”

Oh. Right.

I shimmy out of my pants and he does the same, the two of us already breathing so heavily that we wouldn’t need the window tint. They’ll all be coated in steam in less than a minute at this rate.

My cock throbs as he turns me toward the back of the seat, using my hands for support, and he presses his solid body against mine. His arm wraps around my middle and I feel a finger trace featherlight touches over the lower curve of my ass.

“I’ve missed this little birthmark,” he tells me.

“I don’t have a birthmark.”

“Yes you do,” he chuckles, slipping himself inside of me. I whine a loud moan in response as my body welcomes his cock. “It’s shaped like Florida.”

Holding me tightly, he moves his hips as I rock against him, letting him in until his hips are flush against my skin. As frantic as we were outside, he fucks me slow and deep, soaking in whatever time we’re able to steal with each other until I have to go back.

I turn my head over my shoulder and he presses a kiss to my lips. “Do you remember who you belong to?” He asks.

I nod.

“Who?”

“You,” I pant.

I never imagined myselfbelongingto someone, doing what they ask and letting them overpower me. I think if it were anyone but Nash, I would fight it. I wouldn’t bend to their will or to their command; but I welcome it from him; I think Iwantit from him.

His thrusts pick up speed just a little and he fucks me harder, as if I’m being rewarded for answering his question correctly, and I let out a low groan.

“You thought I left you,” he scolds. “I don’t leave important things behind.”

Moving a hand from my waist, he brings it around to wrap around my cock, pumping it in even strokes while he works my ass, and all of the air pours out of my lungs, leaving me breathless.

“Gah—” I gasp, grabbing tighter onto the seat. “Sto—”

“Don’t ever assume the worst of me again, pretty boy, do I make myself clear?”

“God— Christ, yes,” I shudder. “Crystal clear.”

His fist tightens around my shaft and I could practically fall apart in his grip. My entire body shakes and I can feel the vibration of his chest on my back as he groans.

“You’re mine,” he pants. “I wouldn’t leave you.”

Lava courses through my veins, across every nerve ending in my body, and I cry out, desperately trying not to come. I don’t want this to end. Please, don’t let this end.

“One...or the other…please...” I beg him, straining for both air and focus. “You have to…stop.”

His mouth presses against my ear and he growls, “You deny yourself pleasure, but I want every fucking drop of it, Emmett.”