Chapter 18

Eighteen

“There are no more questions.

She is mine.”

~ Logan Carrington

She’s laying on the bed. I watch the way her body is waiting for me. Her eyes are wide in a curious yet frightened stare because she has no idea what I’ll do to her. Her innocence radiates all around us with a part of her which remains untouched.

Emmy belongs to me, at least, in my eyes she does.

Despite my desperation to be inside her—taste her arousal all around me—I linger and savor the sight in front of me. Her eyes begin to wander, trailing down my torso and centering on my cock. The hunger consumes her. She licks her lips then bites her tongue, her chest moving up and down, the breaths hitching and barely audible.

“Are you done eye-fucking me?” she teases with a straight face. “I thought you had this grand plan to take me however you wanted me?”

I’ve fantasized about this moment for a long time, despite my reluctance to admit it. Emerson’s always been beautiful. She has this air of confidence that, for the most part, gets her into trouble. She also has a sweet side, a side not many people see because she keeps her circle tight.

She knows she has me. Lying in the hotel bed all sexy begging me to fuck her however I want. I need to do things to her. Explore my animalistic side because we both agreed to have fun and she wants this just as much as I do.

“You’re a tease.” Keeping my eyes fixed on hers, she moves her legs, spreading them to catch my attention. Her pussy’s desperate for attention. “I must be that good if you’re soaking wet just waiting for me.”

Emmy spreads her legs wide, raising her knees to give me a more open look. Pouting her lips, she slides her hand between her legs and brushes against her clit.

Fuck. What the hell is she doing to me?

“You mean this?” Her fingers graze the wet arousal glistening around her entrance. In small, circular motions, she rubs it gently before lifting her fingers to her mouth and tasting her arousal.

I swallow the giant lump in my throat, covering up my need to blow on myself by just watching her. I continue to observe for a few more seconds before I’m on my hands and knees crawling toward her.

When my body’s positioned over the top of her, she gasps when my cock flicks against her pussy.

“Logan,” she breathes my name. “I’m scared.”

Her short lived confidence is shattered as she murmurs those words.

I’ll never hurt her. I just want to show her a different type of pleasure.

“I won’t hurt you.”

“Physically, I know.”

There’s something in her eyes, a look that passes between us. Unsure of what the lingering emotion means, I place my mouth on hers and kiss her deeply. As my cock begins to throb, threatening to give early, I break free from the kiss to control my urges.

“I will never hurt you.”

“You’ve already hurt me. Once.” She lifts her knee and shows me an old scar. I remember what it’s from—the time when I pushed her off the zip-line because she was a scaredy cat and I’d never seen her scared before.

I tilt my head, lifting her knee to meet my lips. Kissing it gently, I reassure her, “I will never hurt you, again.”

“Do you promise me?”

“I promise you,” I whisper, placing my body on top of hers, our intimate position making this moment more arousing.

“Then take me,” she says confidently. “I’m yours.”

Two words that ignite an already-burning flame into an uncontrollable fire. I ravage her with kisses, covering every inch of her body.

I fuck her tight pussy for what seems like forever, building the sweat between our bodies until we’re both drenched. I taste her arousal, making her come multiple times and forcing her to keep going because I know her limit isn’t reached. And when I get greedy, I watch her, on her knees, suck on my cock with her eyes desperate for more. The noise she makes from the excess saliva has me teetering on the edge until I have to back off for just a moment, cooling myself down and throwing her onto the sofa beside the bed where I make her spread her legs and demand she come... again.

She’s insatiable. Wanting me to do things to her that I haven’t done to anyone before.

When her body lay limp, exhausted from her blissful finish, I take the liberty to make her suck me off again, commanding she take me all in.

Then we switch it up again.

“Logan...” she hums with her eyes half closed. “I don’t know how much longer I can go.”

I’m pounding her hard, knowing she’s on the verge again. Her body gives me the signs, her pussy clenching around my cock warning me she’s close. “You said that three orgasms ago. I’m not done with you, yet.”

She moans in delight, ignoring her exhaustion and begging me to make her come again.

I stop abruptly, her body reacting and eyes opening.

“Don’t stop.”

I grin wickedly. “Baby, this is just the beginning. Are you ready for your finale?”

She arches her head back with a laugh. “I’m ready.”

“Get on all fours,” I command.

I grab onto her hips and help her move, kissing the top of her shoulder to ease her nerves. The curves of her ass are beckoning me, delicious and fuckable. I run my hands along the curves, stopping just shy of her hole. Building up the saliva in my mouth I drop some onto her ass, spreading it nice and wide ready for me to enter. I slowly graze the tip of my cock, entering slowly as her body almost buckles. I stop, rub the small of her back, and wait for her to push back. When she does, I move in deeper until I’m all in.

Brushing against her ear, I whisper, “Are you okay?”

“Why do you have to have such a big cock?” she barely speaks.

I try not to laugh, taking it as a compliment. I grip onto her hips, using them as handles and guiding her through the pain. Her moans become deeper, and when her back buckles, I know she’s almost there.

I lean forward, twisting her hair in my hands and pulling it back, so her face meets mine. “Come for me.”

Her face turns bright red and when I demand she come again, she muffles her screams biting down on her lips. It’s enough for me to finish, and when I deepen the strokes, it spirals through me ripping my entire body to shreds until we’ve both collapsed on the bed.

“I can’t even... what’s the... talk,” she finally gets out.

A small laugh escapes, but it’s filled with pain from my aching muscles. I’ve worked myself to almostdeath these past few weeks and it paid off. I don’t know what excites me more—winning or having her lay naked beside me.

“Aren’t you tired?”

“I could go again.”

“I think my vagina is broken,” she mumbles with a smile.

I turn my body around, making her do the same, so we’re both laying sideways. Staring into her sleepy eyes, I think about what this day has meant to me. Yes, I worked hard and it paid off. Soccer isn’t just a sport to me—it’s my life. I don’t exist without it. But the victory means nothing without her. I’ve never felt so alive than at this very moment although my body argues with me about that.

Emmy isn’t like any of the women I’ve been with, and she sure as hell ain’t Louisa.

She’s Emerson Chase.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” she says with her eyes closed.

I think about her question, running my fingers along her cheek. “You’re here.”

“Where else would I be?”

“I don’t want to answer that.”

There’s a struggle to open her eyes. They’re tired but still bright blue. “Logan, don’t... we can’t.”

How do I tell her I want her exclusively?

With the pressure of our careers and lives, it will be damn near impossible to make it work. We don’t even live on the same continent. The media won’t allow us to have a relationship, and what about our family? Everything about us is difficult.

She shuffles her body closer to me, placing her lips on mine so we gently kiss. “You only have to know that I don’t sleep with him anymore. Trust me, please.”

“Your text said differently.”

“You fucked that nurse,” she rebuts. “Logan, we both did things out of anger and spite. I’m telling you the truth now… I don’t sleep with him. Please accept that or we can’t move on.”

I grit my teeth, trying to remain calm although every part of me wants to tell her how I really feel. How last week I’d spent my time watching Season Two of Generation Next. How at night when I can’t sleep, I find myself stalking the both of them online. It’s a sick obsession, and one I can’t shake no matter how much I try.

“Or anyone else?”

“I’m so tired I can’t even think. No one else... just you...” Her gentle snores fall on my chest, and with her final words easing my anxious thoughts I hold onto her, wide awake til the sun comes up.

* * *

The clock on the bedside table marks 7:00 a.m. We’re due to meet Abbi, Chris, and Ash for breakfast in forty-five minutes. I know Ash’s staying in the same hotel, but have no idea where he ended up last night.

I didn’t sleep a wink, thinking this would be our last night together for a very long time. Despite our win yesterday, Coach pegged me for an exclusive training camp in Spain that will begin after finals if we win. It’ll be a grueling four-week camp with zero chance of seeing her.

The thought alone drives me insane. So, with her naked body lying beside me in the sunlight, I move on top and enter her slowly, fucking her until she begins to wake up.

The beautiful sight of her perky tits beg me to suck on them. Even her pussy feels raw, fucked beyond its means from our wild night. We last only a few moments before I blow inside, her body following closely behind.

We catch our breaths—her smile remaining on her tired face.

“Well, good morning to you, too.”

“What can I say, I’m an early riser.”

Her body lays flat and I wiggle myself out of her. “We have to leave soon.”

“Already? Did you even sleep?”

I shake my head. “But you did. You’re so cute... you still do that pouty sleep face from when you were a kid.”

She sits up with a struggle, holding onto her head while wincing. “When did you ever watch me sleep?”

“A dozen times,” I answer truthfully. “Whenever you fell asleep on the sofa, and that time we camped in the backyard.”

“Oh yeah,” she reminisces along with me. “You stayed awake all night and pretended to be a clown with the freaky mask. Ash couldn’t sleep for weeks after that.”

I laugh, a fond memory that still haunts him to this day.

“I should shower.” She yawns, stretching her arms then pulling them back wincing again.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, worried.

“You’ve fucked me to the point of thoroughly fucked. I can’t move.” She stands up, hobbling to the bathroom and turning on the shower. The water runs for a while with steam filling the room and clouding the mirror. I hop in with her, noticing her skin looks red-raw and there’s a few bruises.

“I’m sorry if I hurt you.” I kiss her arm from where I gripped on so tightly.

“No, you’re not.” She laughs. “You loved every second of it. It doesn’t hurt, I didn’t feel a thing. I’m completely numb right now except for down there...” she points, “… where it kinda stings.”

I grab the soap and bend down, washing her softly and noticing how sensitive her skin is. She relaxes enough to hold onto my shoulder, and when I finish, I kiss her lips.

“It’s going to be awkward at breakfast.”

“Maybe we should tell them,” I say with a straight face.

“Tell them what? That we’re fucking? Oh, that’s going to go down real nice.”

“Why not?” I joke lightly.

“Because they think we hate each other.”

“Okay…” I challenge her, “… then we’ll pretend to hate each other. Besides, the best sex is hate sex, right?”

She smirks, throwing a towel my way. “Game on, Carrington.”

* * *

“Dad, you look like shit,” Emmy tells Chris while scarfing down her breakfast even though she complained her jaw hurt from all the deep-throating.

“I’m not twenty-one anymore.” He grimaces at the rare sun gracing us this morning. “God, I don’t remember how much your head can hurt after a big night.”

Abbi sits quiet on her chair, sporting oversized glasses and a hat.

“Mom? What about you?”

She raises her finger motioning Emmy to be quiet.

“I think Mom and Dad partied too hard.” Ash chuckles, unaffected by his beer consumption last night. “Where did you end up, Emmy?”

She shuffles nervously, crossing her legs. “I got a room. I was exhausted from the day out plus, I didn’t want to travel back this morning.”

“But isn’t your hotel like ten minutes away?” I put her on the spot, watching her expression change to annoyance.

“Ten minutes in distance is doubled in London traffic.”

“But there’s no traffic,” I point out. “Just seems odd that you’d stay in this hotel.”

“I think it’s odd you’re a jerk,” she argues back.

“Kids, keep it down, please. My ears hurt,” Abbi complains.

We end the conversation and eat breakfast quietly, watching a re-run of the game on the big screen television. Seeing Ash score that final goal brings back joyous memories of that moment. He fucking nailed it.

“Has anyone seen Poppy?” Emmy asks. “We kind of went our separate ways at the pub, and the last time I saw her she was telling jokes at your table, Ash.”

Ash bows his head, studying his plate before his eyes look up at me.

Oh fuck, he fucked her.

The look of guilt, I’ve seen it several times before. I can tell by the way he looks at me, warning me to not say anything out loud.

Jesus, I know his fight with Alessandra got to him but I didn’t expect this to happen.

“I think I saw her leave the pub,” he says blasé.

Emmy wipes her mouth with the napkin, leaning back on her chair. “I should probably call her. Just to make sure.”

“You know what?” Ash interrupts, slightly panicked. “She’s a big girl. I’m sure she got back okay.”

“When did you leave the pub?” Ash switches the subject to me. Fucking dick.

“Don’t remember. Was exhausted, so it’s kind of a blur.”

“Sorry, Mom and Dad,” Ash warns before turning back to me. “You picked someone up, didn’t you? Was it that blonde with the low-cut tank and short mini who asked where you were staying?”

“Which blonde?” I screw up my face, pretending to be uninterested.

“Oh, yeah,” Emmy adds with much delight. She pushes her tongue against her cheek, watching me with a wide smirk. “The blonde who offered you her room key. She said she was kinky and wanted to tie you up. Sorry, Mom and Dad.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You sooo got laid,” Emmy teases. “She would have fucked your little socks off.”

Ash laughs, stealing the last sausage from the plate in the middle off the table. “Good. You need a good screw after your dry hump. Especially after your breakup with Louisa.”

He continues to laugh at the same time Emmy’s face changes. It’s a look of curiosity, and something else I can’t quite figure out.

“Who’s Louisa?” Emmy questions, clearing her throat.

“Remember I told you about her?” Abbi intervenes. “The love of Logan’s life—”

I’m about to stop that statement until Ash interrupts, “You were about to marry her. Did I tell you I ran into her last week? I don’t know why I forgot to tell you. She broke up with what’s-his-face and asked about you.”

If that had happened three months ago, I would have gladly called her and picked things up from where we left off. But I sit here, unaffected by what he’s told me and more concerned by Emmy’s quiet reaction. I hate the fact I can’t read her, there’s a total blank expression on her face.

“Honestly, bro. She’s great,” Ash continues. “Yeah, I know I dislike her, but you were happy with her. Looking back now, I’ve never seen you happy with anyone besides her.”

“Second chances don’t come often,” Abbi says, placing her arm on mine.

“Abbi, leave the boy alone. He has time to worry about a relationship later. The next four weeks is training and games, and I don’t want anyone distracting him,” Chris says sharply.

Emerson refuses to look my way, removing the napkin from her lap. “I’m going to head back to the hotel, we have one final shoot today and then we fly out tomorrow.”

Abbi and Chris stand up, hugging her before she turns to congratulate Ash then waves across the table to me— without any eye contact—and says congratulations.

Moving her chair in to the table, she turns around and hurries out of the restaurant.

I think on my feet about an excuse, then tell them I accidentally handed her my credit card last night to buy drinks and need to grab it off her. I chase her down the street before she hops into a cab.

“What was that back there?” I ask out of breath.

“I’m tired.”

“You’re not getting off that easily.”

She motions her eyes across the street where a man stands with a camera taking photos of us. I smile, pretending everything’s okay then grit through my teeth asking again.

“I don’t know, Logan. Try sitting at a table hearing about the woman who’s the love of your life suddenly wanting you back.”

“C’mon.” I brush it off like it’s nothing because it is nothing. “Are you seriously believing what Ash said?”

“Why would he lie, huh?” She laughs to herself. “Why would Ash make that stuff up? You know what, don’t even answer.”

“Emerson, c’mon…” I beg her to stop.

“No, Logan. You’ve got the love of your life waiting for you. Better go find her.”

The window winds up and the cab drives away, leaving me standing alone on the sidewalk. The paparazzi run across the road, dodging traffic and almost getting run over by a bus. They demand answers to their impromptu questions, and I answer only to distract myself.

“How did it feel to win last night?”

“Is it true that Real Madrid have offered you a position next season?”

“Are you and Emerson Chase an item?”

The last question strikes a nerve. People are onto us.

I could expose our relationship, come out to the world and tell everyone how I feel about her.

But that will damage us more than it would bring good.

“She’s engaged to Wesley Chase. She’s like my sister.”

I pretend it doesn’t hurt, and that the anger doesn’t consume me while walking back to the restaurant where I’m forced to pretend Emerson Chase means nothing me.

When in reality—I’m in love with her.