With All My Heart - Emilia Finn Page 0,17

first?” She leans in and seduces my mouth with hers.

All along, I was so sure it would be me talking her into bed. I was positive I’d be making a million promises not to hurt her, to go slow, to be gentle.

She unmans me.

She has me desperate to ask her to go gentle on me.

“What if you say that pesky word that ruins what we have? What if you say no, then something happens to me tomorrow?” With two hands now, she cups my balls with one and strokes my rock-solid cock with the other. “You’d regret it for the rest of your lonely life, wouldn’t you?”

“Uh-huh.” I open my eyes when she moves around on my legs. Pulling her skirt up and her panties to the side, she leads my cock to her fiery entrance and stops.

Don’t stop!

Don’t keep going.

“Don’t thrust up the first time. Hold onto something and don’t thrust.”

I let her ass go. Taking the handbrake in one hand and the door handle in the other, I press my feet to the floor so hard, I wouldn’t be surprised if I pushed through to the road outside.

She smirks. “Are you ready?”

To die? Sure thing.

Lining me up and sliding down just half an inch, her playful eyes turn serious. Her seductive mouth turns to a pained O. Slamming her eyes shut, she presses her face to my shoulder and ever so slowly lowers, lowers, until she stops and takes a deep breath.

I know I’m stretching her. I know it hurts. With her pain right in front of me, I gain control over my raging hormones and body.

Taking her hips in my hands, I slowly lift her to ease some of the stretch. “Easy does it, baby. Go up, then move down just a little further.”

Nodding, her arms come up to choke me. The ball of her shoulder digs into my windpipe, but I don’t dare rearrange her. Lowering another half inch, she groans deep – with pleasure? I wish. It’s far more likely pain that has her crying out.

“I can feel you. Hey.” I bring my hands up to take her face. Her cheeks are stained a rosy pink, and her eyes are dilated and impossibly wide. “This is the last bit, then we’re home free.”

She nods. She nods again as though giving herself a pep talk.

Before I get a chance to lift her a little to pave the way, she takes a deep breath, presses her lips to mine, and drops her weight. “Ah!” Her breath explodes into my mouth. “Oh my shit, Bryan!”

“Baby. Why’d you do that?” I bring her back to kiss. To soothe. To ease the tremors rolling through her tiny frame. She’s so small compared to me. So delicate. “We coulda gone slower, silly. Why’d you hurt yourself?”

“Because I want to be yours.” Breathing through the intrusion, she angles her hips and groans. She’s so small, so tight, so bare, my balls draw up in an instant. It’s been too long. I’ve waited too long for this. “Now I’m yours forever. No take backs.”

“No take backs.” I bring her lips to mine and take her mouth on a much rougher journey than our bottom half. I let her set her pace. She can take whatever she wants. “I love you, Nelly.” She stumbles for only a single stroke. “I’ve loved you since I met you.”

“I gave you the yes,” she breathes. “Now you need to make good on the forever.”

Now

Like day and night, chocolate brown eyes and mahogany hair, my granddaughter sits beside her blonde haired, blue eyed cousin and they stare up at me, rapt with my storytelling skills.

“So what happened after that?” Bean asks excitedly. I shouldn’t tell the girls about my youth. Their parents, my sons, would have a conniption, but these girls have always been older than their years.

At fifteen and eighteen, they’re either already seeing boys, or they’re damn close to it. Their daddies won’t tell them what’s real. They’ll simply mention what happens to any boy that looks at them for a minute too long.

Skulls against bricks… just like my Bryan.

“Well, after that… I went home.”

“You went home?” Evie’s angry roar ricochets in my brain and makes me smile. They’re related to me. They’re definitely Kincaids. “What the hell is the matter with you, Gramma? Why would you go home to that piece of shit?”

“Don’t swear, Evelyn. Your daddy’ll kill me.”

Bean snorts. “I don’t think swearing in front of us is a big deal anymore. Uncle Jack