Page 56 of Indie
“She seems nice,” Emmie said faintly as I approached.
“That’s Suzy. She’s Magnet’s ol’ lady. Wife,” I corrected when she looked at me with that question on her face. “Come on, I’ll introduce you to my brother.” I guided her towards the next table, to where Ciara and Demon had moved across to allow space for the operation to take place.
“This is Demon, my brother.” Demon looked up at me with a challenge but said no more. “And this is his ol’ lady, Ciara.” Ciara rolled her eyes but smiled at Emmie. “This is Emmie, my…err… girlfriend.”
“So, this is the woman who has been distracting our VP, huh?” Demon asked, a hint of a smile on his face. “If only you knew the things he had us doing… ow fucker!” Demon complained when I drove the toe of my boot into his shin.
“Ignore him, Emmie,” Ciara interrupted. “He’s just grumpy because Indie summoned him here before he’d had his tea. Demon is hangry,” she mocked.
“Maybe I’ll just eat you instead then, huh?” Demon leaned in towards her, grabbing at her lips with his, his tongue bulging out to launch into her mouth.
I turned, shaking my head, and beside me Emmie’s cheeks coloured, a tinge of pink at the show in front of her.
“Come on,” I nudged my elbow into her arm. “Reckon you could help me make up a room?”
Emmie nodded, her eyes drifting to the two people eating each other’s faces on the bench. Young fucking love. As if Demon needed any more excuses not to visit our father. I guided Emmie towards the bar at the back of the pub and the door that led to the rest of my house.
Even with her light frame, the floorboards creaked under each step. The building was older than any of us really knew, the only clues the extra wide windowsills and the constant creak and groan as it settled or whinged each time someone stood on it. Yet now it seemed to sing under her weight, a different tune, gentle and rhythmical. Sweet like her.
The corridor led away past a series of doors, one leading down to the cellar, another to the industrial kitchen that was used only to cook breakfasts and the odd bit of catering when the club had an event on. Otherwise, it was just a lonely space of stainless-steel units. And then, almost at the very back, we passed through another door, opening onto a wide stairwell and an even wider set of stairs. And they creaked just as loudly as the rest of the place.
Crossing the first-floor landing, we passed the big heavy door that we held church in every week, the dark stained wood hiding the room where club politics played out, or thrashed out, as sometimes had been the case over the years. I guided Emmie quickly past, to the far end of the pub, till the landing ended at a series of windows. A door led off to either side and I ushered her through.
“Wow, this is a huge room,” she breathed as she stepped inside.
“Plenty of space here for you and the kids,” I waved my hand across at the four single beds. “Just need to get them all made up for you. Even Daisy can take her pick.”
“Oh, we never let the dog sleep with us,” Emmie replied. “She’ll be ok downstairs.”
“Well, she’s as welcome up here as you are. If you want her to come up with you. Might give the kids a little feeling of comfort having her here to.”
“Hmmm, maybe,” she answered, not really listening to what I was saying.
“You ok, Spuggy?”
“Yeah. I…just…my house.”
“I know it’s a mess. We’ll get started on tidying it up tomorrow. Demon and Magnet and a few of the others are going to secure it tonight. We’ll have you all home as soon as we can.”
She turned, her face tilted up towards me, her eyes scanning mine.
“Thank you, Indie.”
We had beds to make, and the kids to settle, and I needed to go downstairs and give instructions, to mobilise the troops so I could get Emmie and her kids home again. But right now, I was lost in those beautiful eyes, the deep swirl of sea green. I nudged the door closed behind me, listening for the click as it closed. Then I reached up, grabbing a fist full of that apricot hair and pulling her into me.
She gasped, a mixture of alarm and arousal.
“Fuck,” I whispered against the lips that were poised, just slightly apart, ready for my tongue.
And when I slid inside her mouth, I felt the little buckle of her body, the slightest of hints that her knees might not hold her weight. My tongue dashed inside, her mouth hot andwet, a sudden hesitation before she reacted, hers moving against mine, her lips plucking mine. And this time there was a sense of urgency in the way her mouth moved against me, her tongue swirling, her face pushing into mine.
Her hands swiped up my chest, fingers feeling over the muscles, hesitating in places, as if she now dared to feel my flesh. Then on my nipples she lingered, stroking across where they peaked under the light touch of her fingertips. I pulled away, taking a half step back, before grasping the hem of her top and yanking it off over her head in one quick movement. Emmie squeaked, folding her arms across her chest, that same self-conscious reaction to cover herself up.
“Don’t, Spuggy,” I warned. “There’s nothing more I love to see than your skin. And every streak and scar in it. Now drop your arms,” the last sentence came out more commanding than I had intended, but she bit her lip and dropped her arms to her sides. “Beautiful,” I breathed, reaching out and hooking her left tit out of the cup of her bra.
Dropping my head, I sucked the nipple straight into my mouth, feeling the shudder from her body against my face as I nipped the sensitive little peak between my teeth. And then I teased the other one out, closing my fingers around it, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger as I circled my tongue around the other, blowing air across the top and watching as it tightened further.
“Indie,” her voice was breathy, whooshing across the top of my head and disturbing my hair. “Somebody might come in.”