Page 32 of Falling for You (Balsam Cliffs #2)

Clark and I are alone at the brewery. I’m in the brewhouse working on some new beers that need to get done, enjoying the quiet while I’m in my zone working. It’s nice to have my mind busy on something besides Olivia.

My peace is broken when the glass door slams open against the wood planked wall.

“Fuck you, Rome!”

My head snaps to where Hunter stands, seething, the redness creeping up his face from his neck.

“Woah. What the hell, man? You can’t just slam shit around here.” I take my gloves off and toss them in the trash. “What can I do for you? Because I can already tell it’s not going to be productive.”

“Why Emma?”

“I didn’t set out to choose her just to fuck with you.

It started at the bonfire. I was drunk, and don’t really have a good excuse.

But after that night, it was like something lit a fire in me.

I need her more than the air I breathe. I knew it would piss you off, but she’s fucking worth it.

And I thank the universe everyday for that night in the cove. ”

“You don’t get to need her asshole. She’s my goddamn sister. You’re my best friend and you went behind my back with the one fucking woman you’re not supposed to touch.”

I can see his fists clenching by his side and I brace myself for another punch.

“Don’t do it, Hunter. Don’t punch him.” Cooper and Wyatt walk into the brewery right as he lifts his fist and pulls back.

Thank God. I really didn’t feel like another black eye when this one was just starting to go away.

“It’s not worth it, Hunt.” I raise a brow at Cooper. That kind of stings. “She loves him and you know it. You know he loves her, or he wouldn’t have risked his friendship with us. So chill out and tell us why this pisses you off so much, because I know there’s more to it.”

“What are you all, Dr. fucking Phil now? There isn’t more to it than my best friend screwing my baby sister and he did it behind my back!”

“This is getting old, and repetitive. Yeah it sucks, yeah I wish he’d have come to us.

But you know Emma. And you know damn well she had something to do with us not finding out about them.

She knows how protective you are and even Rome’s seen it first hand.

So why wouldn’t they hide it? Why wouldn’t they wait until they knew it was something worth blowing up a ton of relationships for? ” I knew Cooper was always my favorite.

“Listen guys, I know that I did a shitty thing. But I love Emma. I love her so much that it physically hurt to see her in pain the other night. And like it or not, I’m going to marry her.

I talked to Pops this morning, and bought a ring.

She’s it for me, she’s my whole damn world.

” I pull the black velvet box out of my pocket and slam it onto the table in front of me.

“Shit. That’s real.” Wyatt reaches forward pulling the box into his hand and popping open the top.

“I’m happy for you guys, Rome. She’s lucky to have you, and you already know you’re the luckiest son of a bitch to have her. Don’t fumble it.” Cooper slaps me on the shoulder.

“Hunt.” Wyatt urges him to say something.

He shakes his head, his nostrils flared. “I can’t. I can’t fucking forgive you.”

He turns and walks right out of the brewery without another glance in my direction. I’m not going to lie, that hurts. Real bad.

I let out a breath I’d been holding since he said he couldn’t forgive me.

“He’ll come around, but we’re happy for you guys. Honestly. If you need help with the proposal, let me know. I’d love to take some photographs for you.”

Cooper’s photos are amazing. He’s been featured on the front page of the travel magazine he works for numerous times.

“Thanks, Coop. I might just take you up on that when I get a plan together.”

None of them need to know that I already proposed. Before talking to any of them again. And I’m not pointing it out, because again, I don’t want another black eye and I know when to shut the hell up.

They both congratulate me and then head out to follow Hunter, making sure he doesn’t pull anything stupid because he’s pissed as hell.

I’m glad everyone else has faith that he’ll come around, but each day my faith dwindles a little more. He’s way angrier than I anticipated. I figured a black eye, then he’d hear me out and be happy for us. But it’s almost like the more I push how much she means to me, the angrier he gets.

I’m at a fucking loss.

Tonight dragged on. Tiff was here with her friends and even though none of the Keaton brothers came by, she still had her sights set on me to piss off Wyatt. I’m always the next best thing when it comes to them.

When I told her that she needed to stop because I had a woman at home, her actual response was Oh please, we both know I don’t actually want you.

I promptly told her that she could go back to her friends and leave me the fuck alone then.

But now I’m home and snuggled in bed with Emma.

Her bare ass is backed up into my lap, tempting absolutely everything I have in me to not wake her up. Finding her naked in bed when I came home was a treat, and torture all wrapped up in one.

My cock springs to life as she backs further into me, poking her in the back.

“Mmm.” She moans in her sleep. “Are you finally home?”

I sweep her hair off the back of her neck, and kiss my favorite spot. “I am. I’m sorry I woke you.”

She spins around and wraps her arms around my neck. “I’m not. There’s a reason I’m naked.” A devious grin grows on her face.

“Is that so?” My hands travel down her arms, making her shiver.

She reaches between us under the thin sheet covering us. She grasps my cock in her small hand pumping me.

“I missed you tonight, fiancée.” I whisper in her ear.

“Ooh, say that again.” She smiles, gripping me tighter.

“I missed you.” I place a kiss to her forehead.

“No, the other part.”

“You like hearing that you’re mine, Sunshine?” I reach between her legs, swiping along her pussy. “You’re dripping, fiancée.”

She launches herself on top of me. No preamble, she just slams down on my cock.

I suck in a breath, not prepared for the sensation. I grip her hips so tight, I’m ready to see my marks left on her.

She groans as I pull her down tighter to me. “Oh, Stud. Fuck.”

I lift my hips grinding into her and pulling her down to me at the same time.

She throws her head back in pleasure. And I start running through brew recipes in my head to keep from blowing my load right this fucking second. Her need is frenzied as she grapples at whatever part of my body she can get her hands on.

“Christ, Sunshine, slow down. You’re killing me.”

“Don’t. Want. To,” she says through gritted teeth.

I wrap my arm around her back and flip her over. Holding both of her hands over her head with one of mine, I reach down between her legs. I’ve surprised her as much as she did me earlier.

“You will.” I drag my fingers around her clit, and plunge them down inside her. Her hips buck off the bed and she continues to fight against me to get her hands free.

I lean down trailing kisses along her neck, circling and plunging with my fingers until she’s whimpering underneath me and stops fighting against me. I release her hands and trail the kisses further down her body. I nip at her clit and send her over the edge into an orgasm.

She moans my name over and over as she comes.

Before she can finish her own orgasm, I slam my cock into her, hitting every sensitive spot I can.

As she clenches around my cock it makes each thrust more intense than the last and I’m a goner right along with her and her second orgasm within a few more thrusts and swirls around her clit with my fingers.

“In case you didn’t get the message, I missed you too, fiancé.” She grins up at me as I try to find my breath after her assault.

“Oh, I got it alright. Maybe I’ll make sure you miss me more often.” I wink at her and roll over to get a cloth to clean her up.

“I don’t think I like that plan. But feel free to wake me up if you do.”

Once we are both cleaned up we snuggle back into the position we were in before she woke up.

We are laying in silence, with the white noise machine playing that we’ve had on each night since the mess with the Ryans. We couldn’t sleep without the noise filtering over the baby monitor.

I know Emma isn’t sleeping because her breaths haven’t evened out and she hasn’t relaxed yet.

“What are you thinking about so hard?”

“I miss her.” Her strangled voice lets me know that the tears are flowing again.

I pull her tighter to me, “I know, I’m so sorry. But hopefully soon we will have her home with us. They got served fast, so maybe the court case will go fast too.”

She doesn’t answer, just nods silently against my arm.

My phone rings, breaking the silence.

I reach over to grab it off the table before it can keep ringing and wake up Emma.

Who the fuck is calling me at four in the morning?

Wayne Ryan flashes across the screen. I swipe across the screen as fast as I can. There is no reason they should be calling me right now. Or at all with the lawyers involved.

“Wayne?” I answer frantically.

Sobs fill the other line, and sirens dot the background noise.

“Wayne!” I shout this time as my nerves kick in. I sit up, rolling Emma off my arm quickly as I throw my legs over the side of the bed.

“Roman, it’s Diane.” sniffle, sob, sniffle. I stop in my tracks.

“Diane, what happened? Is Olivia okay?” Emma is sitting up, leaning on my shoulder trying to hear what is happening.

“I think so, but I don’t know for sure. Wayne, he fell while carrying her.”

I place my hand over the speaker of the phone, “Olivia is in the hospital.”

We both hop out of bed finding clothes around the room and rushing down the stairs.

“What do you mean he fell while carrying her? Like he fell on her?”