Page 3 of Smut Lovers

Chapter Two

Jayden

I shut the door behind me and leaned heavily back against it. Fuck.

Emmy was here. In our guest room. Taking a shower. Naked.

I pushed off the door, forcing myself to step away before I marched back in there and threw her over my shoulder, demanding she stay with us for forever.

Fuck, take a breath. I sucked in one breath and then another as I marched down the hall towards my room. My hands curled into fists at my side. I wasn’t angry at her.

At her piece-of-shit-father?

Absolutely.

The man was an egotistical bastard. He tried to smother every bit of light Emmy had and from the defeated slump of her shoulders I had seen on and off when we were younger, he had almost succeeded.

I can’t believe she’s here.

Danny was going to lose his mind. It was the one thing we had fought about over the years.

Danny wanted to find her right after we got settled and started making real money.

In his eyes the only thing left to do was drag her here so she could be with us.

He didn’t care if she went willingly or not, he was firm that this was where she belonged.

With us, always. But I had recognized the glint in her father’s eyes that night that we went over to find him packing.

I recognized it from my own father’s eyes.

The look that said if we messed with his plans, Emmy would suffer and we could never let that happen.

So we watched her from afar. Checking in on her and following her musical career.

Somehow though we missed when her father died.

And missed when she decided to move. We’d been busy sure, but not busy enough to miss something this important, had we?

It didn’t matter though, she was here now. She came back to us.

I could practically hear Danny gloating from afar.

I knew he was breaking every speed limit to get back here after I texted him that she had called the office.

Thank God, Violet had sent the message up to my assistant.

Or I would have missed it and who knows what would have happened.

From the tire and jack on the road, she had been trying to fix it herself before the rain started.

My blood boiled at the image of her alone, in the dark, and soaking wet.

Never again. She was ours. She always had been.

I hate the thought of her ever being in a position like that without one of us but damn I was grateful she thought to call.

I quickly grabbed her a pair of my sweatpants and one of Danny’s soft sweatshirts. I resisted the urge to peak in on her in the shower and instead left the clothes on the bed. Once in the kitchen, I pulled out ingredients to make hot chocolate in hopes it was still one of her favorite drinks.

Fifteen minutes later, I poured the last of the steaming milk into two mugs. Soft footsteps padded down the hallway toward me.

Fuck, she looked good in our clothes. The sweatpants were rolled up several times at her ankles and I imagined hung perfectly off her curvy hips.

I couldn’t tell really because the sweatshirt practically swallowed her.

She tried her best to push the sleeves up to her elbows and I couldn’t help but smile as one slid down again as soon as she saw me.

I studied her while she smiled softly then looked away and took in the rest of the penthouse.

I was desperate to know what she was thinking.

Did she see only a bachelor pad or something cozy and lived in?

Danny and I both worked with the designer trying to act more grown up than we felt as we picked furniture and decor.

A large cream colored couch dominated the living room area with a flat screen tv hanging against the wall opposite the kitchen.

Danny loved that couch and it worked perfectly with the solid dark wood coffee table that was recommended to us.

Floor to ceiling glass windows dominated one side of the room and the city lights twinkled at us, illuminating everything in a soft glow.

“This is one of my favorite times of night.” I said as I beckoned her forward towards the large kitchen island. She approached slowly, worrying her bottom lip in such a familiar gesture I almost grinned.

“Why is that?”

“The city lights. Something about them makes everything feel so peaceful up here. I always thought it was beautiful but now seeing you stand in the glistening light of them I’m pretty sure I never knew the real beauty of it until now.”

She stood there staring at me, her smirk telling me she wasn’t quite sure what to make of it all.

Emmy had always internalized so much and I’m sure being here and not knowing where we stood was driving her crazy.

The last thing I wanted her to do was worry about her place with me, with us and I definitely didn’t want her to run.

I gestured for her to come closer and when she got within arms length, I grabbed her hips and lifted her onto the barstool.

Her soft gasp was like the sweetest melody to my ears and I ached to draw more of those sweet sounds out of her.

But first, hot chocolate. I handed her the still steaming mug and she wrapped her hands around it.

She moaned when the smooth sweet liquid touched her lips and I almost lost control.

I moved behind the island so she couldn’t see the outline of my cock pressing against my zipper.

“Did the shower help warm you up?” I asked, placing the pot I used in the sink.

A soft dusting of pink decorated the top of her cheekbones. “It did, thank you.” She looked down at her drink. “I really appreciate your help tonight. After I finish this, I can call a rideshare and get out of your hair.”

“Like hell you will.” The words burst out of me before I could control it and her wide eyes flew up to meet mine. “We just got you back, Emmy. We’re not letting you go so quickly.”

For a second I worried I scared her but the cautious hope that bloomed in her eyes dismissed those concerns.

In the next breath, her eyes filled with tears and I couldn’t take it.

I moved quickly, pulling her into my arms as she buried her head in my chest. I hugged her tightly as she sobbed, giving her the time she needed to let go of all the shit her father had put her through, and all the time we lost because of him.

I was certain that’s what upset her, because every day it tore Danny and I apart.

“I’m sorry,” she said brokenly when her sobs quieted. “I’m so sorry. I should have found a way to contact you. To tell you both what happened.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” I rested my cheek on top of her head. “And while we would have loved to hear from you, it wouldn’t have been worth the risk if he had found out.”

“I just–” she sobbed. “I just don’t understand why he hated me that much.”

I didn’t know what to say so I just held her tighter.

When her sobs finally quieted again, she lifted her head.

Even with her eyes red from crying she was still the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

I should step back and let her go. She was vulnerable right now and she didn’t need me pushing her.

But when her eyes fell to my lips, I only had so much control.

“Emmy,” I breathed as I lowered my head, my lips hovering a breath away from hers. “If you don’t want me to kiss you, I need you to say no.”

The tip of her pretty pink tongue came out and wet her bottom lip.

Groaning, I crushed my lips to hers. I growled as the taste of chocolate and the sweetness that was purely Emmy overwhelmed my senses.

I lifted her up onto the island behind her, giving me a better angle to deepen the kiss.

She panted into my mouth as I nipped her bottom lip, tangling our tongues together.

I stepped between her thighs, forcing them wider and sliding her closer until I could feel the heat of her center through my jeans.

“Jayden, please,” she begged as I broke away to trail kisses along her jaw.

She rubbed her hips against mine, arching in my grasp as she tried to get the right angle.

I threaded one hand through her hair, tugging on it until her head tilted back.

I nibbled along the line of her throat and she gasped.

I slid my other hand under Danny’s oversized sweatshirt and traced the seam of my sweatpants along her hips, keeping my touch featherlite and giving her plenty of opportunities to push me away.

Her delicate hands grabbed my hips and pulled me closer and I chuckled against her collarbone.

“Impatient, sweet girl?”

“I’ve waited fifteen years, I think I’ve been patient enough,” she breathed and I groaned.

“Fuck, I missed you.” I pushed the sweatshirt off her shoulder, exposing her creamy skin.

She shuddered and her fingers flexed on my hips. “I missed you too. Both of you. So much.”

Her words were punctuated with soft gasps as I trailed my lips up her shoulder then pressed my lips to hers again and she opened for me instantly, our tongues tangling.

I pushed forward now that I knew she wanted this as much as I did and slipped my fingers into her sweatpants.

She gasped as I cupped her wet heat. I played with her outer lips, my fingers feather light against the sensitive skin, teasing her gently.

I wanted her on the edge but not to push her over, not yet.

I need her desperate for me. For us. So much so she never thought about leaving again.

Jayden,” she moaned, writhing against me, desperately trying to trap my fingers where she needed them most. “Please.”

That “please” undid me and I slid two fingers into her.

She cried out and bucked against my grip, I held her in place and kept up a punishing rhythm.

She moaned and gasped and when I twisted my fingers to press the heel of my palm against her clit, she cried out and shook as her orgasm overwhelmed her while I held her tight in my arms.

I slid my fingers out of her and brought them to my mouth, enjoying the way she blushed as I licked her essence off my fingers.

“Delicious,” I murmured, leaning down to kiss her. Allowing her the slightest taste of what I had enjoyed.

She groaned and licked my lips. My cock jerked in my pants and I adjusted myself. Her eyes tracked my movements and she reached for the waistband of my jeans. I moved out of her grip, picking her up instead and throwing her over my shoulder. She squealed.

“Jayden!”

“Sorry, sweet girl, but if I let you touch me, I might explode. Besides, I want a taste of you first.”

“You already tasted me though,” she sassed as I hurried down the hallway.

I let her slide down my front when I got to my room. “Not nearly enough though,” I said softly, our noses brushing. “I could spend the rest of my life buried between your legs. In fact, I might do just that.”

Her cheeks heated and she rose up on her tiptoes to press her lips against mine.

I indulged her for a few moments, before moving her backward until the back of her legs pressed against the bed.

I lowered her down gently, pulling her sweat pants down as I moved to my knees.

She was still in Danny’s green sweatshirt, hair spread out on my pillow, her eyes soft and unsure as she looked at me.

I pressed a kiss to the inside of her knee. “We don’t have to do this,” I reassured her. “You can always say no. Anytime and for any reason.”

“And miss out on a fantasy I’ve had for years?” Her soft confession shocked me. I groaned.

“Fuck, sweet girl, mine too. More than you could know.”

This was more than I had ever imagined. I looked toward the bedroom door I had left open. What the hell was taking Danny so long? I wanted this but I know he did too. She needed both of us, I could see it in her eyes when she said how much she missed us.

Emmy’s hand reached for me and as my hands ran up her legs I lowered my mouth to her core.

The glisten of the city lights had nothing on her.

Wet from her orgasm and ready for me, my cock was pissed I still hadn’t settled him deep inside her - but he could wait.

For now, this was all about Emmy. A celebration that our sweet girl was home.

I slipped my tongue over her wetness and devoured what was mine.

Her hands came up and ran through my hair just as I heard the beep of the alarm on our front door.

I smiled to myself knowing what Danny would find when he made his way back here.

I felt his presence before she did, it wasn’t until she heard his voice that she froze.

“Well, hello there, my sweet girl.”

Emmy tried to both cover herself and pull herself from me at the same time. The effort was useless though. I reached for her hips and held her still. Placing a small kiss on her clit before I lifted my head to Danny.

“Took you long enough.”

Danny leaned over and his lips covered mine. Emmy’s gasp made me smile, she thought she knew everything about us but there were some things we never did share. Even with her.

“Fuck she tastes delicious darling doesn’t she?”

“That she does.”

We both looked over at Emmy, Danny standing over me as I stayed on my knees and covered her clit with my mouth again.

Her wide-eyed stare was almost comical until I began sucking and her eyes closed as she reached out for not me, but Danny this time.

He smiled down at me and crawled up behind her.

Moving himself in a position so she’d be leaning against him while he held her in his arms.

He tilted her head and caught her mouth with his as his fingers traveled down her body. I began lapping at the dripping juices as he circled her clit with his finger. Round and round, slowly enough to tease, steady enough to get a rise out of her.

“That’s it. Just let go, baby. Show Danny how gorgeous you are when you come.

” I murmured as her breathing became unsteady.

I held her hand and gave her a reassuring squeeze just in time for her to completely lose it.

If I had thought what I saw in the kitchen was beautiful, nothing compared to this.

The man I loved holding the woman we thought we lost, it was like everything I had ever dreamed of was coming true in that exact moment.