Page 95 of Renascence

No way.

Not fucking happening. Inmygym? This fucker better say a prayer to whatever god he serves.

I’ve been waiting for Emily to finish her session with Rianne. I’m gone for five minutes and return to find some fucker all up on her. She’s smiling, laughing with this asshole who’s blatantly flirting with her. He’s been inching closer and closer to her these last couple weeks, but today he’s crossed the line. Emily looks amazing, so I can’t say I blame him, but she’s mine.

It’s time he got that memo.

Despite wanting to break his face, I can’t take my eyes off Emily as I approach them. The baggy T-shirts are a thing of the past, now replaced by sports bras. Her arms and legs are toned, stomach flatter than before. She’s lost a few pounds, but more inches. It’s given her a boost of confidence, but I like to think I’ve helped her in that department also. To me, that’s what’s made her more appealing, not the weight she’s lost. She’s becoming the woman I always knew she could be: strong, poised, independent. It’s sexy as fuck. After our Christmas Day romp, we’ve been hot and heavy. There hasn’t been a night when she wasn’t in my bed, even the entire week when I couldn’t be inside her. That certainly didn’t stop me from doing other things to her body, though. It’s strange, but the more I fuck her, the more I want to. I can’t seem to get enough of her, and it’s the same for her. The woman loves to fuck as much as I do. There’s nothing more I could ask for.

Except for her baking.

I’ve been hitting the gym extra hard to work off the calories she’s pumping me up with, but it’s worth it. She blesses that kitchen and miracles happen. She’s even been working with Ellen and her party planning business. Everything she’s baked for those events has gotten rave reviews. When she’s not fattening up the town, she subs at the high school. I have to say she’s fitting into this town pretty well, and is making a good life for herself.

“Hey, darlin’, you ready to go?”

I throw an arm over her shoulder, pulling her close while my gaze dares the man to try anything with her. He swallows hard, taking a step back, and then scurrying away like a mouse.

“Yeah, let me just grab a shower.”

“I’ll wait for you at the juice bar.”

I watch her walk away, wondering if she thinks she’s getting off that easily. Not by a long shot. Like I’ve been doing almost every day for the last six weeks, I grab her a drink and wait. She returns with a bright smile, the same one she’s been giving me all that time. It’s no less beautiful than the first time I saw it. In fact, it gets better every time.

“Ready?”

“Yes, sir!”

I throw her bag over my shoulder, letting her walk ahead of me so I can ogle her ass. I’ve grabbed it, squeezed it, massaged it, smacked it, flipped it, rubbed it down, and there are still so many more things I want to do to it. She hasn’t mentioned anal again, but it’s a conversation I definitely want to revisit. It’s not even about the sex; I want to claim every inch of Emily’s body. I wasn’t her first, not even her second, but Iamthe best. This is uncharted territory for her, and I want to Neil Armstrong that shit.

“How was school today?” I ask on our drive to my place.

“Good. I have papers to grade tonight, Liam.”

I know that was a warning for me that she won’t be able to indulge in one of our all-night fuck fests. The fact that she used my real name means she’s serious. No worries. I wasn’t planning on giving her my dick tonight after what she did. I might be petty, but I don’t play when it comes to her.

“Hint taken, Miss Pierce.”

“I’ll make you an extra special breakfast tomorrow to make up for it.”

“Uh-huh. You will.”

“You sound weird. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I should be asking you that question.”

“Me? What didIdo?” she asks.

“What were you and that dude laughing about?”

“You mean Carter? He just told me a joke.”

“He was flirting with you.”

“He was not. You think every man who talks to me wants to get in my pants.”

“They do.”

“Wait.” She turns in her seat, and I glance over to catch the amusement on her face. I clench the steering wheel, knowing what’s coming next. “Are you jealous, Mr. Hughes?”