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EMMETT

J uniper stayed over at Elara’s. They were planning an all-day video game marathon, which gave me time to figure things out and do things around the house without the fear of small animals making their way inside.

I hear the sound of a car door shut around four in the afternoon, and I freeze. I’m in the garage working on the car, trying to calm my nerves, and I rush to the far wall, washing my hands off in the utility sink.

It’s only a few minutes before the door to the garage opens and Heidi walks inside, her gorgeous red hair pushed out of her face with a headband.

The second she sees me, her cheeks pinken. “I thought I’d find you in here,” she says with a smile.

“I’m not sure I like how predictable I am.”

Heidi looks around the room, taking in everything I’m working on. I’ve moved some things around in the last few days, and the car is almost ready for another test drive.

And there’s a gift sitting on the work bench, but the second I see the look of acknowledgement in her eyes, it fizzles out in an instant.

Her lips turn down at the corners and I can see her bite her cheek, the dimple that forms a dead giveaway that she’s processing something.

“I can’t stay too long,” she whispers. “I just wanted to come talk to you about last night.”

“I meant every word I said,” I say quickly, mentally slapping myself.

She considers my words, and by the look on her face when she opens her mouth, I know I’m about to get hurt. “I have a date,” she admits, unable to meet my eyes.

“Then cancel.”

Her hair falls over her shoulder as she shakes her head. “I can’t do that, Emmett.”

“You can. It’s easy.”

“Emmett. You don’t get to reject me and then get upset when I move on.”

My ears start growing hot. “I’m not denying you.”

With a bite of her lip, Heidi gives one curt nod before turning around. “I think I need to go.”

“Heidi—”

I’m interrupted by her phone ringing, and I know I can be the densest person in the world, but it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to deduct who’s calling by the look on her face and the guilt flashing across her eyes as they whip to me.

“Don’t answer that,” I plead. Beg.

She takes the phone out, looking at it for a long second. So long that I think she may actually let it go to voicemail.

But then she hits accept.

“Hey,” she says, sorrow dripping form her words.

She’s been worried this whole entire time that I don’t want her because I don’t show that I do. Because I’ve turned her down. Because I haven’t made it perfectly clear that I want her without a shadow of a doubt.

So in a second of absolute insanity, I close the distance between us, backing her up against the barracuda, her eyes wide with shock.

“I was going to leave in a few?—”

I grab the phone, immediately hanging up without a word.

“Emmett!” Heidi pushes my chest, and I back away.

“Tell me you want me to kiss you,” I tell her, the desperation clear.

“I—”

“If you don’t want me to, I’ll walk out of here right now. But please, Heidi. Tell me you want me to kiss you. I’m begging you.”

Her mouth opens, but her words hang in the air between us. “I?—”

Her phone rings again. I look at it, watching as the name Connor flashes across the screen.

I keep my eyes on hers as I answer the call, bringing the phone to my ear.

“Heidi? I think my phone disconnected. I wanted to make sure I know what time to meet you at your place.”

I feel a pang of jealousy, and I raise an eyebrow.

I wait a beat to say anything. To see if she’d respond.

Finally, Heidi nods.

“Hey man, this is Heidi’s boss. She’s actually doing something for me for the rest of the day, but thanks for calling.”

With that, I hang up on him, tossing the phone gently onto the work bench behind us.

And the second I turn around, my lips are on hers with an intensity I don’t think I’ve ever experienced.

My heart beats faster than it ever has, and for a second I think it’ll beat right out of my damn chest, and when I rope my fingers into her hair, deepening the kiss, Heidi moans.

And it wakes something inside of me that I can’t quite describe.

She pulls me closer, our tongues dancing together and our teeth clashing.

It’s wild. It’s free.

When I break the kiss, my lips immediately find her neck, the scent of berries making my head fuzzy as I make my way up to her ear, pulling it into my mouth between my teeth.

If everything else wasn’t enough to turn me on, Heidi’s moan is. The second I hear it, I know it’s what will replay in my mind until the end of time.

My fingers play with the thin straps of her shirt, inching them down slowly.

“Just take my fucking shirt off already,” Heidi groans, looping her arms around my neck and leaning into me.

“Are you sure?”

“Emmett.”

I take that as a yes, pulling the straps all the way down to expose her chest, my mouth immediately watering by the sight of them, her nipples pebbled.

“Fuck, look at you,” I moan.

“I need your mouth on me, Heartbreaker,” she grits out, dragging my head back to hers.

I fall forward once more, my hands propped against the top of the car on either side of her as I let her control how fast we go.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” I remind her when she breaks the kiss, her lips trailing to my ear.

“I want all of you,” she breathes, and the feeling of her nipples brushing against my chest makes me lose it, the cloud off lust enshrouding us completely.

Her hands brush down my chest, her fingers teasing at the hem of my shirt. She lifts it up slowly, maintaining eye contact as she goes, her knuckles grazing the curve of my belly and up the sides of my chest, where her eyes fall to the light scattering of hair.

She lifts her eyes to mine again, her confidence waning, and I grind into her.

“That’s all you,” I grunt. “All of it, baby. Don’t doubt yourself for a single second.”

She nods slightly, continuing her mission, and I help her get my shirt over my head.

Her hands make their way down my chest once more, her eyes following the movement intensely, watching as she leaves goosebumps in her wake.

She travels further as she watches me intensely, her nails scratching my skin just above my jeans, and when she unbuttons them, the corner of her mouth tips up in a devilish smirk.

She makes fast work of my jeans, pulling them down with ease, and when she spots my erection through my briefs, she pauses, her eyes wide as saucers.

“You can handle it,” I tell her, my hand tangling in the hair at the nape of her neck, pulling her head back and forcing her to look at me. “You look so god damn perfect standing here, tits out in my garage, you know that right?”

Her eyes half close in ecstasy, and I bring my lips to hers, brushing my tongue along her lip slowly, begging for permission.

Heidi kisses me back passionately. Deliciously. She takes what she wants from me, leaving me hard and quaking under her spell.

When my fingers loosen in her hair, Heidi takes the opportunity to hook her fingers in my briefs, tugging them down in one solid, impressive movement.

And when she lowers herself, her back pinned against the car, I catch her arm.

“There’s plenty of time for my dick to be down your throat, baby, but the first time I have you naked in front of me is not that time.”

She looks at me with challenge in her eyes, and my heart skips a beat knowing what’s about to come next.

“I’m not naked though,” she teases, her fingertips plucking at her nipples.

I dip down, picking her up quickly and weighing my options. I could take her into the house, lay her down on the bed, and have my way with her there.

Or I could make this time special. Interesting. Give her something to think about every single time she steps foot into this garage.

I walk her around the car, setting her ass down on the hood.

Heidi doesn’t waste time, wrapping her legs around my hips and pulling me into her. My hand finally lands on her breast, my palm kneading it as I catch her nipple between my fingers, rolling it between them.

My cock is painfully hard, my whole body thrumming with need as she grinds against me, desperate for any friction she can possibly get.

“I’m still not naked yet,” she sasses.

Biting my lip, I shake my head as I rip her jeans down, lifting her slightly to get them over the curve of her ass. When I get them off, I discard them to the floor without a care in the world.

Heidi looks up at me from under her lashes as she leans back against the hood of the car, her right hand making it’s way down her torso, her fingernail hooking just under her frilly red underwear.

“I’m still not naked,” she whispers.

“And who were you wearing these for?” I ask, taking her in.

Her smile falters. “I wore them for me.”

I tsk, running my tongue along my bottom lip. “I think both of us know that’s not true. Unless you were always planning on skipping your date?”

I place my hands on either side of her torso, leaning over her, our lips just inches from each other.

“Tell me, Heidi. Were you getting fucked today no matter what?”

Her eyes harden, focusing in on mine. “If you didn’t want me, I was going to find someone who did.”

And that does it.

My head buzzes with anticipation, my fingers finding her underwear, dragging it down her middle, the fabric drenched.

And just when I see her open her mouth to argue with me again, I grab the fabric with both hands, ripping it from her.

“Emmett what the f?—”

Heidi doesn’t get to finish as I ball the small bit of fabric up and shove it in her mouth, her eyes flashing with need, her brows furrowing with anger.

“You’re free to do whatever the fuck you want,” I tell her. “You want your panties out of your mouth, you take them out. Your hands aren’t pinned.” I watch as her chest heaves, her eyes narrowing more. “But something tells me you’re dirty, baby, and you want those there just as much as I do.”

My hands trace down her neck and over her chest. I lean over, taking a nipple between my lips before pressing it between my teeth.

Heidi moans, her back arching, and with the flick of my tongue, her eyes roll back into her head, her fingers digging into my hair and pulling at it.

Looking up at her, I’m met with desperation, her eyes half closed as she watches me.

And when I blow on her nipple, her head rears back, a tortured moan rocking through her.

I kiss down her chest and torso, slowing as I reach her belly button, my hands grabbing at her waist, holding her still as she attempts to wiggle out of my grasp.

“Do you want me to touch you?” I ask, enjoying the show.

I’ve thought about this time and time again late at night. Imagining how slow I’d take it with her. How much I want to torture her with my touch.

She nods desperately, moaning through the fabric.

Biting my bottom lip, I bring my fingers to her clit, finding it already drenched.

Heidi watches me as I lower to my knees before her, lifting her ass just slightly so her pussy is in line with my lips, and I dive in, my teeth scraping her clit as her moans fill the room, echoing off the walls around us.

“God, you’re so fucking perfect, baby,” I tell her, my voice raspy as I hold onto the last bit of restraint I have.

My fingers slip into her, hooking until I find that spot, and when I apply pressure, Heidi’s back arches, her hands flailing before her fingers pinch at her nipples, desperate for something to grab onto.

“That’s my girl,” I hiss with a sly smile, watching her come undone at my touch.

Standing, I remove the underwear from her mouth, tossing it to the floor. And the second she opens her mouth to argue, I replace it with my fingers, my cock throbbing as her tongue laps at my fingers, cleaning them off.

“You like the taste of yourself?” I ask, genuinely curious.

Heidi’s eyes soften as she looks down, almost embarrassed. “Yeah.”

I feel my body thrum with energy, and I dip down, taking her lips in mine again, tasting her on her lips.

“Fuck,” I whisper, looking around.

The only thing I forgot about my little garage fantasy was that I don’t have condoms in here.

There’s an emergency pack that Leo left at my house after our vacation in case I “needed them” at some point, but I kept them in my bedroom.

Heidi catches my wrist, holding onto it firmly. “I have an IUD,” she assures me seriously. “You don’t need one.”

“Are you sure?” I ask.

She nods once, and in one fluid movement, I push inside of her.

I start slowly with just the tip, Heidi’s mouth hanging open as she moans my name, sending shivers down my spine.

When she nods, assuring me that I can go further, I thrust against her a little faster, filling her up as she bucks against me.

“God I could get used to this,” I tell her, my hands tightening around her waist.

“Took you long enough to realize it,” she sasses, and I bring my fingers up to tweak her nipple, her head rearing back with a sigh.

Needing her closer to me, I support her torso as I bring her body up against mine, claiming her lips in a kiss that makes me feel like I’m free-falling, her hips grinding circles into me as I’m buried deep inside of her.

“I haven’t had sex in so fucking long,” I whisper into her cheek. “I don’t know how much longer I can last.”

I feel her clamp down on me, a moan escaping her lips.

“You like me telling you how good you feel?” I ask, and she sinks her teeth into my shoulder. “God, you feel better than I ever imagined,” I whimper.

“You’ve imagined me like this?” she asks breathlessly.

“I’ve been imaging you in every way I could since that night on the beach. Maybe sooner,” I tell her, picking up speed.

Still supporting her back with one arm, I take my other hand and massage her breast, my lips at her neck. My stomach muscles are burning in this position, but it feels so fucking good I could burst right now.

“Fuck, Emmett,” she whimpers, and I catch her lips in mine again.

“Are you going to come for me, Heidi?” I ask.

She nods, her eyes pleading for me to finish the job.

Allowing her to rest back on the hood, I grab her hips again, slamming into her. I can feel the pressure build within me, and I move my hand to her clit, rolling it between my fingers.

Finally, Heidi’s eyes roll back as I feel her tighten around me, her back arching and her moan loud.

I pull out just before I come, coating her belly in my release.

“Holy shit,” Heidi says as she stares at the ceiling.

I grab her a clean cloth from one of the cabinets, wetting it at the sink before cleaning her off.

“You okay?” I ask her, helping her sit up and slide off the car.

“What the hell happened to quiet Emmett?” she asks, shocked. “I expected a lot but I wasn’t expecting the mouth on you.”

I try to hold back my smile. “You’ve woken up that part of me, Heidi. I want to be that man for you.”

She looks back at the car as she pulls her pants on one leg at a time.

“You know, I’ve always fantasized about being railed in the back of a car.”

I chuckle. “You may have to find a different dream then. I barley fit in the seat regularly. I don’t think there’s room for that.” I’m a big guy, and in an old sports car, it’s borderline uncomfortable as it is.

Heidi looks over the back seat, pulling on her shirt. “I think we could make it happen.”