As her body began to calm down I climbed on top of her, pushing my cock against her entrance. “You belong to me, Emma.” She stared at me, cheeks flushed. I rocked my hips so I would brush against her folds. She gasped as an aftershock of pleasure shot through her. “Tell me.” I pushed, slowly slipping inside of her.
“I belong to you.” She breathed. I pushed into her hard, claiming what was mine. Mine.
“Good girl” I breathed in her ear, letting my teeth skim her earlobe. Her hands trailed down my back, her nails scraping my skin. I moved faster, harder.
“I love you.” Her voice was my undoing. My body shook and convulsed as hers tightened around my cock. I spilled myself inside of her, my Emma.
I relaxed against her, brushing the hair from her sweat-kissed skin. Nothing else mattered. I had her and I wasn’t going to let anyone take her from me.
Chapter Twenty-Six
I kept my position on top of her as I listened to her breathing grow quieter and slow. Eventually, it grew heavier and I knew she had fallen asleep beneath me. I kissed her gently on the forehead and slipped off the bed. I grabbed my pants and pulled them on, glancing back at Emma who had not moved.
I walked out to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of bourbon before calling Stephen.
“We have a problem.” I swirled my drink in the glass before gulping it down, enjoying the burn. Stephen sighed heavily in my ear.
“She’s back.” It wasn’t a question. He was simply speaking his worst fear. I poured another drink, nodding to myself.
“She is back.” I drank again as my eyes stayed fixed on the bedroom door, listening for any sounds from Emma.
“You can’t let her destroy everything I have. Everything you have.” I knew I had the mayor’s attention.
“That’s why I called.” I tipped the bottle to my mouth.
“I’ll be there in ten.” I heard the line go dead. I tossed my phone on the counter and rested my head in my hands. Emma groaned in her sleep. I made my way back to my room and looked in. She was still sleeping peacefully as my world began to crumble around me. I sighed and pulled the bedroom door closed slowly.
Stephen was right on time. I let him in and gestured to the room so he knew to be quiet. I explained my relationship with Emma and he looked at me disapprovingly, but did not say so.
“Why did she come back? Is it money? Is she going to say something?” He was panicked. I could sympathize. That night in our hotel a few years back hung fresh in my mind.
Abby loved the power she had over me. At least, the power she thought she had over me. Truth was I was never one to listen to others. I had met Stephen in the tenth grade. I was well into cocaine to numb the pain, or lack of feeling. I hung out at a park a few blocks from my house, selling some coke on the side. Misery loves company. Stephen was walking his dog one day who had gotten loose. I saw him dart across the park. I jumped from the old wooden picnic table and chased him down. We hung out almost every day after that. I shared my drugs and he gave me someone to talk to. To really talk to.
When I began seeing Abby he became jealous and distant that I was spending all of my free time with her. He called me late one night, crying and mumbling incoharently. I was worried he had gotten some bad stuff so I had Abby take me over to a hotel he and I often stayed at when we went on benders.
“Wait in the car.” I looked at her for a moment to make sure she would comply. Abby looked terrified, part of that was probably due to the drugs. She nodded and I got out of the car and made my way across the dark parking lot. I spotted Stephen as he stepped outside. His clothes were askew and was on the verge of a full on breakdown.
“What the fuck is going on man?” I asked as he stared at me in terror. He opened the door and I stepped in, scanning the lot before closing the door behind us. There it was. The beginning of our end. In the center of the twin sized bed laid a girl.