“Did you guys set up Theo and me?” She asks, and our mother frantically shakes her head.

  “No, darling. As I said, we allow you to choose who you want. Since your grandfather passed away, your father has been in charge of the entire estate, and the inheritance rules were stripped away.”

  I grab Ophelia’s hand, giving it a quick squeeze in support.

  She smiles before getting up,” I’m going to walk around and thank everyone for coming.”

  My mother stands, “I’ll join you.”

  We sit silently for a few moments after they leave, I swear I can feel my aunt’s gaze, but I’m staring at the house.

  “What are the men doing?” I ask, peeking toward her and confirming that her watchful eyes haven’t left me.

  “Golfing. What else would they be doing? You think the men would be so unrefined to go to a strip club?”

  I push my tongue against the back of my teeth to stop myself from snapping at her, my fist clenching around my glass as I breathe. “No, the strip club wasn’t my first thought.”

  I knew they had set off to golf hours before our brunch had started, but I doubt that was the only plan for the day. I wanted to know the chances of seeing him again before I trek back to my tiny sanctuary away from this.

  “You know, your beauty will eventually fade,” my aunt says, sipping her drink as her eyes drag down my body. I scowl at her and shrug; who doesn’t know that your looks change as you age.

  She raises a singular eyebrow, “Don’t care? You should. It might feel enchanting now… to temporarily be the center of someone’s world, but just remember they wouldn’t be with you if you didn’t look the way you do.”

  I lock my gaze on her, my stomach twisting as I try to decipher her hidden meaning. Did she know about Jaime and me? Is that possible? She wasn’t even here last night, and there was no way she could have heard it from someone else.

  Her lips pull into a wicked smile, “Just a thought.”

  “Thanks,” I drawl out, looking away, “I’ll take it into consideration the next time I need to ponder why a man might be into me.”

  She cackles, the noise grating against my nerves. “You do that, little Em.”

  Chapter Four

  Jamie

  I never imagined the ache I would feel being away from her. It hadn’t been 24 hours, and I missed her; it made me feel crazy. At my age, I’ve never felt anything like this. How could I feel something so strongly about someone so swiftly? But it wasn’t that quick; I have known Emma and her family for over a decade. I had watched her grow from a teenager to the young woman she is now. I wondered how she felt about me. I was pushing forty, young enough to start a family, but not with someone her age.

  Debating the consequences of getting caught, I knew I wouldn’t get any sleep without seeing or touching her. I didn’t want to chance another sleeping pill incident, even with my wife sleeping next door. Jumping into a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, I held my shoes in my hand as I crept down the hallway. It was dark, the moonlight lighting the floor, and soft noises pierced the air as I passed the doors of everyone sleeping.

  I couldn’t breathe fully until I reached the back door, slipping outside and into my shoes. Glancing at the house one more time before taking off in a jog to the back corner of the estate, I hoped she was still awake or at least alone. That thought made me pause. What if she wasn't alone? How could I explain showing up at the door in the middle of the night?

  The lights are on when I reach her cottage, and I think about looking through her windows before deciding it is a little creepier than I wanted. Knocking on her door, my heart pounds as I pray she is alone.

  Her door flings open as she smiles at me, “Hi.”

  “Hi,” I breathe, smiling back.

  “I was hoping you would come by tonight.”

  Warmth spreads throughout my chest, “Well, let me in then.”

  Her blue eyes widen as she hurries back with an apology. I chuckle and grab her around the waist as I push the door shut with my foot. She giggles as I pull her to my chest, my hand wrapping around her neck. I kiss her soft lips with a moan, and her hands glide under my sweatshirt, my stomach clenching at the scrap of her nails. We stumble backward as we continue kissing, I lead her to the couch and drop down, pulling her to straddle my lap.

  Her hands grip my shoulder as she pushes back, settling her center tightly against my dick.

  Emma’s eyes are dilated, her cheeks are flush, and she bites her lip, staring at me. “I almost felt like I imagined it. Last night.”

  I drag my hands up her ribs, teasing the underside of her breasts with my fingers, “It certainly doesn’t feel real.”

  Stroking her hard nipple, I move her shirt further to pull the taunt bud into my mouth. My tongue swirls around it before I bite it lightly. Her hips jerk forward, grinding her pussy against me.

  “Wait-” she gasps, her nails digging into my skin. I let go of her nipple with a sloppy pop and leaned against the cushion, locking my gaze with hers.

  I can see her swallow before she pulls her shirt off, and my attention is drawn back to the perfection that is her tits. “You better say what you need to say quickly, baby.”

  She nods, “I want this. You. I want you, but,” Emma trails off, looking up at the ceiling for a few seconds before turning back to me, her eyes glistening, “What happens after?”

  “After the wedding?”

  “Yeah.”

  What happens when we’re no longer within a few miles of each other. That was the question, wasn’t it? There was no question that I wanted her, especially after spending so much time with a woman who never showed me kindness. A woman that never showed me true passion, that never offered me a fraction of the warmth I see in Emma’s eyes right now.

  I smile at her, tucking loose hair behind her ear, “I settle my affairs overseas and come back here with you. What happens after that is up to you, my love.”

  She sucks in a quick breath, “You wouldn’t want me to move there?”

  “No,” I shake my head, settling further into the couch. My hands gripping the swells of her ass to keep her pussy snug against my cock, her warmth soaking through, “I never wanted to move there to begin with. I only did it to appease your aunt and your grandfather, but… the position I was in is being eliminated, and I have enough investments to retire if I wanted.”

  “My family’s company?” She asks

  “No, I haven’t worked for your family in a long time.” I stare at her pointedly, not wanting to discuss those logistics.

  Emma nods, glancing towards a closed door which I assume is her home office, “I haven’t either. They wanted me to, but I couldn’t be trapped like that.”

  “Any other worries?” I tease my fingers along the waistband of her thin sleep shorts and her stomach contracts.

  “If I am pregnant, I want to run somewhere far away from all of them,” She whispers, dropping her forehead to mine, “I can take my work anywhere.”

  “Whatever you want,” I say against her lips, “You wouldn’t have to worry about a thing but to grow our baby.”

  She smashes our mouths together, and I groan, tapping her hips to lift so I can take her shorts off. She obliges, and my clothes are quick to follow. Her hand wraps around my cock, kissing down my neck as I shut my eyes, taking in her touch. The feeling of being wanted has my dick so hard that I’m afraid I will come sooner than I want.

  “What do you want first? My mouth or my pussy?”

  I hiss at her words, tangling my hand into her hair and tilting her head back, “You talk like that. I will come all over you before I can enjoy either one.”

  “Please,” she moans, straddling me closer and rubbing my tip along her wet pussy, “paint it all over my skin.”

  I let go of her to grab her hips and thrust up, impaling her on my cock. She grunts, dropping her head onto my shoulder and panting. Her pussy is so fucking tight and warm, I can feel the walls fluttering as she accommodates to my size. I should be gentler with her and make sure she’s prepared for it, but I can’t seem to wait. My impatience almost had my control snapping, the need to be buried inside her was overwhelming. I drag a hand up her back as she starts to rock slowly, and I pinch her chin to look up at me.

  Kissing her forehead, I move my other hand to rub her clit, “Did I hurt your little pussy?”

  She shakes her head, biting her lip and wrapping her hands around my forearms. “I loved it. I felt you all day.”

  “Yeah? You like to be reminded that you took my big fat cock and let me fill you with my cum, baby?”

  Her eyes roll back, and she nods, grinding her hips quicker. I pinch her clit, and her rhythm is thrown off, her body jerking. I take the opportunity to switch our positions, throwing her down onto the couch and climbing back between her legs. She wraps them around my waist, and my palms slide up her back and grip her shoulders.

  “You want me to fuck you hard? Pound into your perfect cunt? Make it all puffy and tender again?” I whisper into her ear, licking the shell of it.

  She shivers, her nails digging into my back. “Fuck me, Daddy,”

  “Oh, fuck,” I hiss, my cock hardening painfully. I can’t hold back the savage pace I set upon her, thrusting my cock as deep as it can and back out. Her tight pussy greedily gripping onto me and pulling me back in with each stroke. Her mouth is open, but no sound is coming out, her eyes squeezed shut as I kiss any skin I come into contact with.

  “I need you to come, baby, please,” I gasp, my fingers digging into her as I hold her tight against me. I need her closer somehow, I need more.

  “Oh god,” she cries out, her whole body trembling and her pussy tightening to the point I can barely move without fear of being pushed completely out. I lean back and push my thumb across her clit, flicking it quickly.

  “Fuck fuck fuck,” she chants, her head shaking back and forth as she comes. I watch in awe, the sweat glistening on her skin with each wave, and I groan when some of the pressure is released, and I can move again. I only have a few more pumps before I come, dumping a whole load of my seed.

  Emma drags me down for a kiss as I’m still coming, and I lick her lips, savoring her sweet taste.

  Sighing, I drop my head into her neck as we calm down, her hand absentmindedly twirling in my hair.

  “It’s never been like this before,” she whispers.

  My heart skips. One because I felt the same way and two because I was jealous at the thought of other men having my Emma.

  I look up at her. “I’ve never felt anything like this before either.”

  I can see she wants to say more, and I wait, but the wariness drains from her face, and she smiles. “Are you staying?”

  “I shouldn’t.”

  She nods, “but are you?”

  I smirk at her, cupping her breast and pinching her nipple, “if I had it my way, I would never leave. But someone will eventually come to my room in the morning.”

  “Can I ask you something?” She whispers, and I nod. I move our positions on the couch, so I’m laying on my back, and her sticky body is thrown over me, my hand resting to cup her ass.

  “Is it true that your marriage was arranged?”

  “Yeah. It was.” I shut my eyes, not wanting to discuss this part of my life, but knowing Emma deserves the truth.

  “Why?”

  Sighing, I squeeze her closer. “Your family is wealthy, but your grandfather was a bastard. He wanted to ensure his money was never touched by anyone he deemed unworthy. All his children were forbidden to marry unless it was something of his choosing, or they would be written out of the estate.”

  Emma is silent as I talk, her soft breathing calming the rage that was starting to build. “Some families he chose agreed willingly, but my father fell prey to his trap.” I swallow, coating my dry throat. My father had died before he could see that I got everything back, “Your grandfather seized control of our assets and lorded it over, demanding an arrangement or he would leave my family in ruin. My older brother was already married, so it left it up to me.”

  “Why your family?” she asks, her nails clenching into my skin, and I want to smile at her anger.

  I shrug, “I think we looked the part, had the name to back it up, and he had the means to force our hand.”

  Emma kisses my chest, and I sigh, wanting to stay like this forever. “I’m sorry, especially since you got my bitch of an aunt.”

  Chuckling, I nod, “Yeah, she was something.”

  “Do you love her?” She asks after we lay in a few moments of silence.

  “I thought I did,” I answer honestly. Emma doesn’t say anything, and we leave the conversation at that. There wasn’t much to add, even if our marriage was a farce. You spend enough time with someone, and you grow to care about them in some aspect. After a while, I hear Emma’s breathing change, and my chest warms at the fact she fell asleep on me. Putting thoughts of Serena away, I move her body closer and snuggle in, closing my eyes to cherish the feeling of someone in my arms for once.

  Chapter Five

  Emma

  I awoke the following day alone, with a blanket tucked around me and water on the coffee table in front of me. I don’t have a second to feel disappointed he left because of the thoughtfulness that he made sure I was taken care of. I can’t keep the smile off my face as I shower, grab everything I need and head to the main house to get ready. Everyone was so busy with the reception's last-minute touches and the wedding party's beautification I didn’t have time to look for him. I can feel him with every squirm as I sit in the chair for my hair and makeup. Before I know it, it’s time to walk down the aisle with one of the groomsmen.

  My sister’s wedding was beautiful. I could see their love shine through their eyes when they exchanged vows at the altar, it took everything in me not to glance at Jaime in the crowd. I knew he was dutifully sitting beside my aunt on one of the front benches. I could feel his heated gaze warming my body and making my nipples inappropriately hard. Thankfully the chilly weather could explain that away, the pastel green silk dresses my sister had chosen for bridesmaids left very little to the imagination. Our hair was pinned half up and half down in curls, only falling down my open back.

  By the time they kissed, and we were all asked to stay back for photos, I was brimming with anticipation to get to the reception. I wanted a dance with him, to have his hands on me in front of everyone. Not even my aunt could ruin my mood as I thought about the opportunity to smile at him openly and chat, which appeared innocently.

  Ophliea beams at me, pulling me in for a hug, “I’m married.” She whispers excitedly in my ear.

  “You’re married,” I say back, smiling.

  Hers drops fractionally as she looks over my face, “You’ll find happiness soon, Em. I can feel it.”

  “I hope you’re right,” I hug her again. I step back and wave towards her new husband, “Go enjoy your day.”

  Looking back at him with warm eyes, she laughs, “I think we might be a little late to the reception.”

  I choke on my spit, not expecting that from my follow-the-rules sister, “well then… Go get your freak on. If they ask, I’ll act like you’re behind me for as long as you’re gone.”

  Ophelia rolls her eyes, “They won’t notice. We still have all the family photos to do tomorrow morning. You know mother already has the alcohol circling.” She skips off to join the rest of the wedding party, and I make an Irish exit, not wanting to be roped into more photos.

  I slip off my heels and walk barefoot across the large grass field. The one thing I appreciated about my sister’s taste was her usage of the acres our family home sat on. She found a perfect spot for each event and made everything more convenient.

  I can see the large white tents in the distance and break off towards the house, determined to use the inside restroom because I would be damned to use the staged outhouses for the guests. It was a little rustic, and I wasn’t sure how my mother sold it to her friends. Snickering at that thought, they were probably the fanciest port-a-potties she could find.

  The staff nods at me as I walk past them, making my way to the closest bathroom on the first floor. The temporary peace of being alone was nice.

  I barely register that I’m being pulled through the door before I’m turned around, a rough kiss silencing me. His hands let go of my arms to palm both breasts as his tongue licks the seam of my lips.

  “It’s been torture to wait all day,” he says against my mouth. I moan, my hands tangling in his hair and pulling him back to me.

  His hand glides to my ass, squeezing it before lifting me, and I wrap my legs around him. Jamie carries me over to the counter, letting go and turning me to face the mirror. His hand presses onto the middle of my back, and I lean over the cold surface, my elbows squishing my breasts together.

  He slides my dress up, exposing my ass to the chilly air with a sharp smack. I gasp, my hip digging into the marble as I jerk forward.

  “Look at me,” He commands, his fingers sliding up my wet slit as I hear the metal clicking of his belt being undone. I tilt my head back, locking eyes with him through the mirror. Two of his fingers push into me, and my mouth falls open in a silent cry. “Already so wet for me.”

  “Fuck me,” I hiss, pushing back into his hand. “Please, they’re going to notice we’re gone.”

  Jamie doesn’t argue with me, pulling his fingers out to line himself up at my entrance and sliding in. My head falls forward at the burn of the stretch, and I wasn’t sure if I would ever get used to it.

  “Fuck, how do you feel so good every time,” he hisses, his fingers kneading my ass and dragging me back onto his cock with every thrust.

  I smirk, clenching around him purposely, “Because my pussy was made for you.”

  He nods, licking his lips, his eyes roaming over my face. “You’re so beautiful.”

  “Jamie..” I sigh, wanting desperately to kiss him again. His eyes flash as if he can read my thoughts, his pace picking up.

  “I’m gonna fuck my baby into you,” he grunts, his gaze never leaving mine, “I’m going to fill you with my cum every day till you’re swollen with my child. And I will keep doing it because I need this, I need you.”

 

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