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HEIDI

J uniper is fast asleep in her bed. We picked out her best, comfiest pajamas, I did her hair, and we sat on the couch and watched a movie with some popcorn for the night. It was a 2000s romcom. Perfect for the occasion and the epitome of girlhood.

When I’m sure she’s fast asleep, I head out to the kitchen where I find Emmett at the island, a grim look on his beautiful face.

“What’s wrong?” I immediately worry.

He shakes his head. “Nothing.”

“Emmett. We’re a we now. Please let me in.”

His blue eyes pierce mine, studying me in a way that feels so much more intimate since the other day. Since we crossed that line.

“She’s never felt what it’s like to have a mom,” he admits, looking down at his hands around his smoothie.

“That’s okay,” I assure him, perching my head on my hands from the other side of the countertop. “You’ve done amazing, Emmett.”

“I’ve done alright.”

I shake my head. “No, you’ve done amazing. That girl in there is one of the best kids I’ve ever known, Emmett. And that’s because of you.”

He looks up at me, his eyes shiny. “You did amazing today,” he says suddenly, pulling away from his seat.

I watch as he rounds the counter, and I spin in place as he pins me against it. “I just want to say thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me.”

His eyes flicker to the hall. “She’s asleep?” he asks.

I bite my lip, nodding.

Emmett brings his lips to mine in a slow kiss. His tongue barely touches my lips, but the moan that rips through me is criminal.

His lips make their way to my cheek, and back to my ear, where he nips at the lobe before they make their way down my neck, his tongue drawing small circles as he goes.

My fingers knot in his hair as I pull him closer to me, wanting nothing more than to crawl into his skin.

No amount of close is enough with this man.

“Can you be quiet?” he whispers, capturing my lips again.

“Just this once, I think I can manage.”

“We’re going to spend my whole off season in my bed and you can scream as much as you want,” he assures me. His fingers find the hem of my shirt, slipping under them. His touch leaves a trail of warmth in their wake, and when he finds the crest of my breast, I lean into it.

“I think I can manage staying quiet until then,” I promise. I know what he’s hinting at. Juniper will be at school—hopefully—and we’ll have a lot of time here.

Which means he still wants me around.

Emmett looks down at me, his lips curved into a sly smile and before I know it, he turns me, pushing me against the counter. I can feel his cock against my ass through his jeans. He leans into me. “This is all you, baby,” he tells me, kissing the back of my neck and down to my shoulders.

I erupt in the most euphoric chills, and I nearly moan. Instead, I place my head on the cool stone, all too aware of where his lips burn my skin.

His large hand grabs my ass through the pair of sweats I borrowed from him.

“I want to see you in my bed, completely naked every night.” He nips at my shoulder before his tongue darts out, licking the same spot. “I want to see you in my shirts. In my clothes.”

I gulp as his teeth graze my skin. “Emmett,” I whisper.

“Are you mine?” he asks.

“Yes,” I breathe, and I can feel him hum in approval against me.

His fingers grip at the sweats, quickly pulling them down. The second I step out of the one leg, Emmett grips my one thigh, bringing it up to the counter.

It’s a stretch for me. I’m about average height and these counters have always felt oddly tall, despite Juniper having no issue with them. I feel like I’m on my tiptoes trying to make it work, and yet it feels so fucking hot that I don’t give a damn.

Emmett steps back. “Look at you,” he says, and I look back, watching as he examines me like I’m a feast and he hasn’t eaten for weeks.

“Shh,” I remind him with a smile, and trouble flashes in his blue eyes.

Kneeling, Emmett brings his lips to my clit, placing an unmistakable kiss onto it before moving to my inner thighs.

He kisses up the side of my labia before drifting back down to the crease of my thigh, his hands gripping me like a vice.

I feel what can only be described as an electric shock as the tip of his tongue darts out to flick my clit once before he retreats, blowing on it.

“Emmett—” I call, wanting nothing more than for him to stop his teasing. “Please.”

But he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t acknowledge my pleas at all. Instead, he keeps up what he’s been doing, and when one of his hands drifts up, cupping my pussy, I nearly burst right then and there.

The palm of his hand works me as his fingers roll over my clit, and when he finally retreats, I only get a moment to collect myself before he inserts a finger inside of me.

It’s already enough to feel like I’m full.

“Emmett,” I say again, the desperation in my voice clear.

Instead of answering, he inserts another finger as his tongue continues to work me, and when I can’t help but let out a little moan, Emmett squeezes my ass with his other hand, his tongue slipping to the only place I’ve never experienced before, and I freeze, a shiver of pleasure hitting me like a bus.

He flicks his tongue over it again, and it feels so fucking good that I can’t possibly even start to feel insecure. His fingers pump in and out, finding my g-spot easily.

When the buildup is too much, I tap his arm, desperately trying to tap out.

“You want me to stop?” he whispers, and I squeeze my eyes shut. Because no, I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want him to ever stop.

“No,” I reply weakly, and his fingers pick up the pace, his thumb coming up to graze against that other, forbidden place.

I know he won’t try anything without my permission, and there’s something that’s so oddly forbidden yet exciting about him even acknowledging it.

The pressure becomes too much to bear, and I feel the rush happen from inside me, my come dripping down my legs.

Emmett laps it up with a whimper, sending me into a spiral.

I’m overwhelmed.

But I need more. I need to feel more. I need him.

“Holy fuck,” he whispers when he stands.

“Emmett please,” I beg, my leg still perched up on the counter. “I really need you to fuck me.”

“You want me to fill you up?”

I nod, gulping.

“I could get used to this sight,” he says, unzipping his pants. I look behind me as his cock springs free, and he strokes it only a couple of times before it’s at my entrance.

Emmett bends over me, grabbing my face in his hands and kissing me. Hard. Claiming me.

When he releases me, his fingers find their way into my hair, where he grips it at my skull, pulling my head back slightly as he pushes into me, filling me completely, bottoming out.

And it feels so. Fucking. Good.

“Holy shit,” I whisper, focusing on my breathing.

I arch my back further, lifting up on my toes to change the angle, and Emmett thrusts into me faster. “You feel so fucking good, baby,” he purrs, his fingertips digging into my waist as he pulls me into him over and over. I love when he calls me that.

I’ve never liked pet names before. I don’t think I ever thought I would love that one in particular. But I love it more than I care to admit.

I moan quietly, pushing into him.

“Do you like it when I tell you how good you’re doing for me? How good you feel?” he asks, pulling at my hair, yanking my head back.

“Yes,” I say breathlessly.

My thoughts are a jumbled mess of pleasure and lust for more. I want this every day. Every night. I want Emmett to fall asleep with his cock buried inside of me. I want to be woken up by his hands exploring my body before he takes me before leaving for work.

I want nights like this, bent over the counter while his tongue explores every damn inch of me, even the places I didn’t ever think about.

I want him to fill me completely, and for my only job in this moment to be his personal fuck-toy.

Because right now nothing else matters.

We’re on high-alert, aware that we’re not alone, and yet still, nothing outside of this home matters. No past trauma, no loss, nothing.

“God I love it when you’re my little slut,” he growls into my hair, his other hand slipping around me, rubbing my clit lightly.

The words send a wave of pleasure through me so hard I can barely catch my breath, and it hasn’t even turned into a full orgasm yet.

“Emmett—”

“Heidi I need you to come on my cock. I need you to do it just one more time tonight, can you do that for me, baby?”

I nod, feeling the pressure build once more.

I’ve always been a little easier to get off. I know my body enough that I can do it multiple times in a fairly short amount of time myself, and I know that that’s lucky.

“Fuck, you take me so fucking well,” he mutters, grabbing my hips and angling me even higher, hitting me in just the right place to send me totally and completely over the fucking edge.

My entire body tenses and I bite my hand to stay quiet, the pain shooting through me only adding to the pleasure I feel as I pulse around him, and it only takes a few more pumps for me to feel his cock pulse inside of me, the guttural growl coming from Emmett enough for me to know that my pleasure was enough to send him over the edge as well.

He pumps into me a couple more times before he pulls out, bending over me and kissing my shoulder blades.

I finally lower my leg, turning toward him and placing my hands on his chest. “Take me to bed,” I whisper, and when he lifts me into his arms, time stops mattering.