took my mind off my discomfort.
He continued to hold still and kiss me until I wiggled my hips. “It’s better now.”
“Thank fuck,” he breathed as he began to slowly move in and out, dragging his dick against my inner walls with each stroke. When I moaned in pleasure, he increased his speed, and the sensation only got better. “You feel so fucking perfect.”
“Uh-huh,” I panted, digging my nails into his shoulders when he angled his hips and hit a different spot on the next thrust. “So close.”
He slipped a hand between our sweaty bodies and pinched my clit, sending me over the edge. My pussy clamped hard around his dick, and he had to put more force behind his thrusts as he punched his hips forward, slamming the bed against the wall. After a few more thrusts, he anchored himself deep inside as he found his own release.
After we caught our breath, he pulled out and rolled to his back. Taking my limp body with him, he settled me on his chest. “What just happened between us changes everything. You gave yourself to me, and there’s no taking it back. I don’t care what your mom thinks, what anyone at school has to say, or whether the Whitneys give a damn. You’re mine now. Do you get what I’m saying, Emme?”
His possessive demand thrilled a part of me that had been neglected for so long. Nobody else had ever made me feel needed like Corby did. “Yes, I’m yours. And you’re mine.”
“Damn straight,” he agreed before tilting my head back and claiming my mouth in another deep kiss that led to another round of sex before we fell asleep. It was the best Thanksgiving ever, and I was more than happy to make this a new tradition.
14
Corby
Pulling through the gates of Emmeline’s home filled me with nervous energy. Emme had been in a tense standoff with her mother over the past couple of weeks over me attending the fancy birthday party her parents were throwing for her. Shit had gone down when she hadn’t gone back home until the day after Thanksgiving, and her mom had tried grounding her. Luckily, her dad had a rare day off work because of the holiday and had backed Emme up. Although he hadn’t been happy that his daughter spent the night with her boyfriend, he’d pointed out to her mom that Emme had let them know where she was and the whole thing would’ve gone down differently if she’d just let me come to dinner in the first place.
The fight had only made Emme’s mom dislike me even more, which was ironic as fuck since we still hadn’t met. Emme was going to introduce me to both of her parents tonight, and we’d be surrounded by a shit ton of people judging by how many cars were parked in front of their house already. Driving past them, I clicked the button on the remote Emme had given me yesterday and the garage door farthest away from the house slid open. After parking the Jeep, I climbed out and reached inside for the brightly wrapped present I had gotten for Emme with a good chunk of the allowance William had been giving me since I’d moved in. Other than gas, I didn’t have many expenses, so I’d barely touched the money. Which had been a good thing because I’d spent more than I planned on Emme’s present. I hadn’t expected signed romance novels to be so expensive but finding the perfect gift for a girl who could buy anything had made it money well spent. I’d been able to get a full series of ten hardcover special editions personalized by her favorite author, and I had no doubt she was going to love them.
I fired off a quick text to Emme to let her know I was here, and the door leading to the house was flung open about a minute later. “I’m so glad to see you. The party ended up being way bigger than I expected. I think my mom invited everyone she knows in Black Mountain and at least half of the student population, including kids who’ve never said a word to me.”
I stopped myself from asking if my invitation had gotten lost in the mail. Emme didn’t need my sarcasm, and I wasn’t surprised that her mom hadn’t bothered to invite me. I was her daughter’s boyfriend, but that didn’t matter to her as much as having the right last