Simply Sinful: Lost Angels MC, page 12
"Yeah?"
"Who is it that you're trying to see?"
His hand settles on his belt next to what looks like a taser, "Em Burns, I'm a friend."
"She expecting you?"
"If you know Em, I bet you also know she isn't taken by surprise often."
"Sir, you haven't answered the question."
My eyebrows inch up towards my hairline, "I suspect she does."
"I'll call up to make sure, shall I. What's your name?"
And if she hears my name and won't let me up…"Tank.”
“Tank?” his eyebrows raise probably higher than mine were a few minutes ago.
“Yeah,” I lift my chin waiting for him to argue.
He lifts the phone to his ear, not moving his judgment filled eyes from me, “Yes, so sorry to disturb you, but a ‘Tank’ is here to see you,” the way he says Tank would probably have the actual Tank bulk at it being said as a cuss word like that.
“Oh, of course, right away,” he looks from me and to whatever lays behind the counter and the elevators that I had been standing in front of slide open. He waves me in, “yes, he’ll be with you shortly. Yes, ma’am.”
He puts the phone back into its cradle as the doors of the elevator close. The doors of the elevators don’t even open all the way before I see Em’s worried face, but it soon morphs into a mix of emotion, but settles on confusion. “What are you doing here?”
“To bring you back,” she looks a bit disheveled, her clothes wrinkled, her hair a wild mess, but nothing that I would have expected to find if she ran because of me. Maybe she’s not as invested as I am. Anger and its friend hurt stand with me, keeping me up.
“What?” her head tilts to the side looking even more confused.
“Em, Lidia’s wedding is two days away, you can’t be a selfish bitch,” she opens her mouth to interrupt, her brows little slashes over her eyes. Good, she’s angry too, but I lift a hand, “I don’t care about whatever is happening between us, I won’t let you fuck up just because you’re running scared, again.”
“Are you out of your mind?!” she shouts.
“I should be asking you that question.”
“Is everything alright?” a man of about fifty peaks around his door down the hall. His face a mask of concern and wariness.
Em waives him off. “Yes, Mr. Kilaskin, everything is fine.”
“Can you take it inside then? My wife has one of her headaches,” he looks between us, still the worry between his greying eyebrows.
“Oh yes, sorry,” she nods and grabs my arm without looking at me. Once we make it to her apartment I start in again.
“Another fucking thing, why the fuck is your phone turned off? Some maid of honor you are.”
“You have no…”
"Right? Oh, sweetheart, I think we are past that. You’ve not only abandoned me this time, but your friend before her wedding, that’s a new low, even for you.”
The slap across my face hurts, but not as much as seeing the tears in her eyes. “You’re an asshole, and you don’t know what you’re talking about,” she bites her lip, but I see it tremble before her teeth sink in, for a minute she looks away. Confusion and guilt overshadow my anger and hurt.
“My dress,” she says still not looking at me.
“Your dress?”
“Yes,” she turns her head, and the tears have fallen only to be replaced by others that track the same path down her cheeks. Christ, if that doesn’t punch me right in the gut, “the dress I’m wearing to the wedding was accidently sent here. I forgot to change the address,” she reaches up to wipe the tears from her face, they swipe roughly against her cheeks making them more red as she tries to make them disappear, but we both know they are there, “as for my phone, it died about half way home, my charger forgotten in my rush.” My anger sits heavy in the pit of my gut being eaten away by all the guilt I have, from all the words I can’t take back.
Her arms cross over her chest protectively, and she again looks away from me, “Me leaving had nothing to do with you. Now you know, so leave.” Her cheeks grow red.
“Oh…” like an idiot I can’t think of anything else to say. I’ve truly made a fucking ass of myself. I nod. “Um,” I run a hand through my hair, “shit I’m sorry, Em. I’m an ass for jumping to conclusions.” She wraps her arms around herself tighter and nods a quick acknowledgment. It feels wrong to leave, but what else am I to do? She doesn’t want me here, that’s plain to see. I nod again and turn my back to leave. My hand on the door I try to think of a way to make this better so that I won’t have to leave it like this, but as I find myself on the other side of the door a minute later I still have yet to come up with something.
“Fuck,” I say to the empty hall. I look down both directions, and only now notice how different it is from my own. Clean, lined with carpet, the walls a stark white, all the doors a bright color of red with gold knobs. I might have been in her apartment a second ago, but I hadn’t taken it in. Knowing I wouldn’t again be invited in, it would have been nice to piece together what she usually surrounds herself with. Not that it fucking matters. “Fuck!” I say again with more conviction. Looking down where the elevator is, I start to walk towards it. It’s nearly nine-thirty now, it’s too late to head home, I should get a hotel somewhere. Not knowing the area, I wonder if I remember seeing any on the way in.
“Cole,” I twist around. Em stands there, her eyes looking everywhere but at me.
“Em.”
“I have an apology of my own,” her eyes rest briefly on me, before she opens the door wider, she tilts her chin in the direction of the interior. I move back down the hall and past her. This time I take the time to look around.
High ceilings, modest enough furniture, a high back blue chair, a cream-colored couch, TV mounted on the wall, a small bookcase of movies, a medium ranch style dining table and chairs. A large window showcases the jungle of buildings I traveled past to get here. She interrupts my inspection, “I jumped to conclusions too, and I’m... sorry for that. I lied to myself when I thought I wouldn’t react the way I always have when I’m faced with pain. On my drive up here, I realized that I’ve always acted that way. I’m not saying that it’s right, but maybe I should be allowed a learning curve?”
“A learning curve,” I say.
“Yes.”
“How long does this curve last? I’m not okay with it turning into a circle.”
A small smile tilts her lips, “I’m not yet at that age where I can’t learn new tricks.” When her smile disappears, she continues, “but point made. It won’t be instantaneous, but I promise you that I will make a serious effort.”
“So what do you mean you have always run? I know there have been times that I’ve hurt you, you didn’t run then, you got even, it wasn’t until my birthday that you ran.”
“When my mom died, when I caught you... and every relationship I’ve been in since,” her cheeks grow pink, “I’ve even left jobs in a hurry, this last time both at the same time.”
“What do you mean?”
“I got involved with my boss. In leaving him, I left my job behind too.”
“That explains why you were able to drop everything last minute and help Lidia, and I haven’t heard you once talk about work while you’ve been back in Ohio.”
“Yes, that would be why, I still haven't found a replacement. I’ve made it a much-needed vacation before I start searching again.”
“Will you tell me what happened?”
She seems surprised by my interest, no need to tell her that it’s driven by jealousy. “It’s not all that interesting. I found out I was the other woman when his wife showed up at the office unexpectedly.”
“You didn’t know he was married?”
She shook her head. “He didn’t have a ring, and he never mentioned her, ever.”
“You didn’t think to ask?”
“It didn’t really matter to me at the time when we started the affair to ask. It was a quick beginning and a swift end. When I left, I didn’t even give him a chance to explain himself, but man did it feel good to slight him.”
“You told him off?”
“Most definitely.”
“Why him, and not me?”
Her eyes lock with mine, “I care about you… that's the difference. I'm tangled when it comes to you. You've always been the one that could destroy me. Have you ever seen a kitten playing with yarn?" she doesn't wait for my nod, "envision that I'm that kitten, the ball of yarn unspooled completely, wrapping me in knots as I try harder to disentangle myself… that's what it's like. No matter my struggle you are the only one that knows how to pluck the strings to loosen or spin me tighter in the web. It's maddening, but…" she walks to stop in front of me, she takes my face into her hands, "I can't dream of it any other way. I'm empty of everything without you."
"That sounds like a lot of responsibility."
"It is," she drops her hands and takes a step back looking down, "I get if it's too much."
I don't let her get far before I pull her back in and crash my mouth onto hers. She opens for me immediately, and I swallow her answering moan. I pull back only enough for my mouth to move. “Tell me,” I growl against her lips, “tell me you're done running. Because,” I look down into her eyes, into her fucking soul since I can see it staring back at me, “I'm fucking done chasing. You hear me?”
She looks briefly down at my lips and nods, "I'm done running."
My fingers dive in her hair and I take her mouth once more. There is an undercurrent of anger in my touch even after all that’s happened and been said today, but I can’t seem to stop the edge of it. When we are panting, I pick her up, forcing her to straddle my body.
“Bed?” I give her the opportunity to tell me no, but she doesn’t hesitate with her gesture to the hall I hadn’t noticed before. There's no pause in me either as I follow her direction. It was easy enough after that to find the bedroom, being it's the only room down the hall.
She lets out a little gasp as I fall onto the bed, being careful not to crush her underneath me, but making it clear she won't be going anywhere. I move my hands from underneath her and frame her face.
“You’re so beautiful,” I run my fingers against her hairline, brushing the few strands away, “I want you so badly.”
“Oh,” she sighs. I watch her face soften. Her mouth forming that O makes my erection push painfully against my jeans. Those almond shaped eyes lasering in on my mouth, “I want you too,” she takes her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Christ,” I breathe, her eyes come back to mine.
“What?”
“Do you have any idea what it does to me to watch you look at me like that, then to bite your lip?”
She shakes her head and bites her lip again, “Why don't you tell me?”
“I’ll show you instead,” putting a hand down between us I roughly pull down her shorts and toss them to the floor. My fingers move her panties aside until they hit her liquid middle.
“Ohhhh,” she grips the sheets at the same time her insides clench around the digit.
“That’s right, sweetheart, you’re starting to get the idea,” I get to my knees. Sliding my fingers out, I brush the outside of her entrance. “Fuck, Em, you’ve got such a pretty pussy. I can’t wait for my tongue to finally have its reunion.”
“Cole, oh God,” she whimpers as I take my first lick.
My balls tighten up, and my dick twitches at the sweetness coating my tongue, and the guttural groan coming from her throat, “That’s right, baby, I’m going to make you remember how good I am for you.”
My mouth latches onto her clit, my fingers dive back in, the other hand snakes up pushing her shirt up exposing her black bra. Revealing one nipple, my fingers rub it to a hard peak, her little body arching towards my touch.
“Cole,” she gasps, “please,” she grips my forearm. I move to the other breast. “Fuck!” she exclaims.
I groan, I want so badly to remind myself of how she feels. She grips my hair on a moan, lost in the pleasure I'm giving her. Pulling my boxers down, I so want to be inside her already. My dick twitches at the thought of being wrapped in her heat.
“Please,” I hear her pant as her orgasm grips my fingers.
“Please what?” I grin, blowing on her clit.
She gasps, “Uh!, Please…”
“I want the words, sweetheart, please what?” I enforce my question while increasing the speed of my fingers, taking her clit in my mouth.
She squirms, her fingers dig into my scalp to the point of pain. She cries out, “Fuck me, for the love of God, please fuck me!” she moans long and satisfied as she orgasms again. Quickly I move and plunge into her in one swift move and don’t stop until I’m buried up to the hilt.
“Sweet Jesus,” I grit out as the remaining wracks of her release grip my cock. Her nails bite into my shoulder as she cries my name. I groan into her neck, Christ, she fucking feels amazing, even better than I could have ever remembered. My memory did her an injustice. I don’t give her time to adjust as I pull back until only the tip remains, then thrust inside again.
“Oh, fuck,” I say as I see her eyes glaze over on a little gasp of pleasure. She is so fucking sexy. I start a fast pace, never stopping, her thick moans and breathing spurring me on as I pound her sweet tight pussy, trying to satisfy my hunger for her, but knowing it will never be. I don’t stop even when she came around me again, dragging me nearly with her, instead I went harder and faster. I grip her ass, my fingers biting into her skin as I pull her into me every time I thrust in. Her breasts are bouncing in a tantric dance between where they peek between bra and shirt.
“Cole,” she gasps right before she bites into my shoulder. I throw my head back and hiss out a string of curses. It’s as if that bite releases the tension in my body, I cum, my body shakes with the intensity of it. My hips somehow continue to thrust but slow until finally I stop. We’re still panting, gripping one another until the last of our release subsides.
I pull back, she looks up at me with a dazed expression, a small smile playing at the edge of her lips. Her hair even more wild and untamed now, I brush it from her cheeks where some strands have stuck. “Most beautiful thing," I say.
"Can we stay like this a while?" she asks. Her fingers lace behind my neck.
"Forever if you want, with a little life thrown in between," I bury my nose in her neck again, breathing in her orangey sent. I'd give anything to be like this, with her, forever.
"Mhhh, that sounds nice."
We stay like this, in this embrace well after I've gone soft, and my arms grow tired holding myself up just enough, until her breathing evens out, and a soft snoring tickles my ear. I chuckle through my body’s protest as I move. She wakes only long enough to help me remove all her clothes. She can't even bother to wait for me to get a cloth for between her legs and uses an edge of the sheet. I help her under the covers. She curls up on her side. While I strip the rest of my clothes, I watch her face smooth out, her reddened lips part, her lids flicker as she dreams, she's still the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I know she isn’t the exact version of the girl I used to know, yet still I see her as mine. Whatever parts I have yet to learn I know will be better than not having her at all.
Getting under the covers I curl myself around her, in her sleep she cuddles my arm closer, nestling it between her breasts, her breath warming my fingers.
Chapter 18
I flinch as a banging wakes me from my dream, but as I start to come awake, and sense the feel of Em in my arms I realize it isn't a dream after all. The banging becomes louder and soon Em is stretching, making little noises in the back of her throat. Her movements only thicken my morning wood, I moan as I burrow closer, my hips helpless to respond to the pressure, "If you're not careful, whoever's at the door will have to wait till I'm done with you."
"Hmmm, serves them right," she wiggles her ass against me.
"Sweet fucking Christ," I growl into her neck. She gasps as I grip her ass tightly in my hand.
The knocking grows louder, and I growl for another reason, "I don't think whoever it is, is getting the idea."
She sighs, "No, I guess not," she attempts to move away, but I may have stolen a few gropes and nibbles before she succeeds. After she leaves with a robe, I settle back with my arms behind my head, my erection twitching restlessly under the sheet for her return.
“Adrian?” I can hear how stiff her voice is from down the hall. I’m up and out of bed with my boxers being pulled up in about the time it takes her to ask. “What are you doing here?”
“You didn’t let me explain, so I... who the hell are you?” He’s well-dressed in a tailored suit, hair styled just so, and his features though twisted in rage could be considered classically handsome.
I cross my arms over my bare chest, which he’s taking in with furrowed brow, “None of your fucking business,” I retort. “Answer the lady’s question or I’ll help you find your way out.”
His eyebrows raise at my statement, and I’m sure he can hear the promise of the threat behind them. He looks between us, before saying, “We have unfinished business.”
Em is shaking her head. “There is nothing else to say, I want you to leave.” She points behind him to the still open door.
“You may not have anything else, but I sure do. You’ve made a mess of the half-finished projects you’ve left, and I can’t just replace one of my best architects.”
I take a step forward and he catches my movement, but otherwise ignores me. He’s going to learn really quick what a mistake that is. “Listen,” I catch his attention again, “she already said to leave, don’t fucking tempt me to show you how to take orders.”
“I suggest you listen. I’ve seen him take on guys twice your size.” She’s so fucking hot with her hand on a hip, her lip tips up in a grin, just begging him to push my buttons.
I take another step forward, and to my disappointment he takes one back. He might leave of his own accord, and here I've already thought of some fun ways I can mess him up.
