Chapter 21

twenty-one

SWEETER THAN CHAMPAGNE

“ A gain,” Tate demands.

My leg muscles burn as I turn my feet into each other and come to a stop at the blue line, ice spraying from my blades. I don’t even have the breath to curse him out as I change directions and sprint to the other blue line.

I’ve lost count of how many shuttle sprints he’s made me do. Wells and Baylor already tapped out and are sprawled out on the ice.

“You’re slow,” Tate yells from where he’s leaning against the boards.

I turn on a dime and race back in the opposite direction, giving it everything I have. Which I have to admit is not much at this point.

“Five more!”

Any guilt I felt towards that sadist has evaporated over the last hour as he has run me into the ice. I am going to talk so much shit about him to his little sister the first chance I get.

“How are we going to win any games when we have a snail as our defenseman?” he taunts and I would punch him if I could .

“That was your slowest one yet!”

How illegal is murder if they deserve it? Could this count as self defense? I could argue I was doing the world a favor by getting rid of an absolute psychopath.

“Two more!”

I put my head down, blocking out his chirping and put everything into the last two sprints. When I finally finish I collapse on the ice.

Tate walks over to me, standing above me with an infuriating smirk. But I have neither the air nor the energy to tell him he’s a fucking sadist. He drops a water bottle on my chest and I let it hit me, not even making an attempt to catch it.

“You’re out of shape,” he points out as if I wasn’t already brutally aware. I kept up with skating and my workout regimen while I wasn’t playing but definitely not to the same intensity as when I worked out with the team. I have only one week left until my first game as a Wolf and I’m not satisfied with the way I’ve been looking with the team. Hence the extra practices with my new nemesis.

Baylor snorts, skating over to us and sitting next to me. “His out of shape is better than half the other guys in this division.”

Aww, thanks. I found my new best friend. I lift my hand in thanks, still fighting to catch my breath.

“He used to be better than all the guys in the division,” Tate points out and I flip him off. I probably won’t even have a ton of time on the ice our first game back. I haven’t had enough time to practice with the guys and meld with them. The difference between a great team and a legendary team isn’t just about having the skills, it’s also about the chemistry between players.

Beau and I work well together. Really well actually. Both of us are able to work fluidly once we find our groove. Our problem is finding that groove takes us too long. We need more time to be able to read the others’ minds the way I know we will be able to soon. It’ll make us unstoppable.

It gives me all the motivation I need to get back to where I know I should be.

“Lateral hops next?” Tate asks and I glare at him, finally finding my voice.

“I will laterally hop my fist down your throat,” I spit, making him and Baylor laugh.

Wells smirks and rolls his eyes. “That makes no sense.” I flip him off too. It doesn’t have to make sense to make my point. “How about catch your breath, big guy, and then two on one?”

I groan. “You guys don’t want me to be able to walk tomorrow.”

Baylor climbs to his feet and reaches his hand out to help me. I swipe the bottle of water off the ice and let Baylor do most of the work pulling me. I sigh, skating slowly in circles around the rink, trying to get feeling back into my legs as I drink water.

After a few laps, I grab my stick and toss a puck to Wells and Baylor.

We go through several rounds of them trying to get the puck past me. I steal the puck only about half the time, but that’s better than none of the time. It’s not a bad thing to be coming in a draw with your own offense. But it’s the thought of seeing Emery tonight helping to keep me on my feet and not throw my stick at Tate.

I’m dead on my skates by the time we leave the ice and head to the locker room to change. Baylor and Wells are already talking about the party the basketball team is throwing tonight for New Years’ Eve. I was already planning on sneaking away, but now I don’t even want to pretend .

“Can I opt out?” I ask.

“Absolutely not,” Tate says and I stare at him in betrayal. He was the last person I expected to protest. “What? If I have to go, so do you.”

Baylor throws his arms around both of us. “It’s going to be fun,” he assures us.

I snort, “Your girlfriend isn’t even going to be there.”

He pouts and I almost feel like I kicked his dog or something. “She said I wasn’t supposed to bother her at work anymore,” he complains.

“Because you always end up fucking her in the employee bathroom,” Wells laughs.

Baylor doesn’t seem to see the problem with that. “Maybe I’ll ditch you guys and go hang out with Tor,” I joke.

“It’ll be busy there too tonight,” Tate says, understanding how much I don’t want to be around people after feeling like I’ve been run over by a truck. The patience to socialize is at an all time low. Especially when all I really want to do is disappear with Emery.

Ever since we came back home, it’s been next to impossible to see each other without anyone catching on and I miss my girl. It’s been easy to forget the separation that still exists between us but now that we’re in different cities with different schedules and always surrounded by people we’re lying to, it’s impossible to ignore any longer.

It’s made me even less social than normal.

I like my people and that’s about it. I’m happy in the house and on the ice, but the parties? Pass.

“But I can sit and ignore everyone,” I argue back and he nods his head in acknowledgment.

“Too bad you still have to come.”

Bastard.

Maybe it won’t be as bad as I’m thinking. I’ll hang out for a few hours, make an excuse, go pick up Emery and spend the rest of the night wrapped up in her.

I was wrong.

It’s worse than I thought it would be.

Something about New Years’ Eve makes everyone bolder, louder, more chaotic, and more insane.

Tate and I trade looks for the hundredth time as a stranger pushes her breasts against his chest and slurs something in his ear. He’s far more polite than me as he rejects her and sends her on her way nicely.

“You gonna find someone for your first kiss of the year?” I tease, wanting to check in on how he’s feeling about everything.

He shakes his head. “Don’t think I’m there yet,” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m still trying to wrap my head around how to tell my family and the guys.”

I bump my shoulder against his. “They all love you for you. If they can accept you’re a sadist, this will be nothing.” I might not be over the torture from earlier today.

He snorts. “You’re so dramatic.”

“But right,” I defend. “They won’t have a problem with it. You know?”

He nods, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “It’s not so much about that,” he admits. “More about the expectations for what happens next.”

Fair enough. He isn’t sure he wants to come out to the whole world or if he’s even ready to date. I’m the one who said one step at a time, right?

“Maybe try an app,” I suggest. “Don’t have to put your face in any pictures, keep it anonymous. Flirt with some dudes, maybe a little sexy talk. Some picture exchanges? See what you’re into and dip your toe into the dating game. You gotta do this thing for you, man. Not on anyone else’s timeline. Tell people when you’re ready.”

Tate’s face is as red as a tomato and I have to stop and actually think about it to figure out exactly what part of what I said managed to embarrass him so much. “Was it the pictures?” I ask and he covers his face with his hands. He’s even more naive than Emery.

“Maybe,” he huffs. It’s kind of adorable to see him flustered like this.

“Well, only do what you’re ready to do. Just don’t send any unsolicited dick pics. No one likes that. And block anyone who does it to you. Immediate block. Got it?”

Tate shakes his head, taking a sip from his water bottle. “This is too weird.”

“Just agree.”

He nods his head. “Immediate block,” he echoes. He smiles to himself and bumps his shoulder against mine. “Thanks for caring, Xan.”

“What are friends for?”

All of a sudden the music gets even louder and the floor shakes beneath my feet. Yeah, I don’t think I can do this anymore. He gets a wry look in his eyes. “Making excuses for you to disappear?”

Relief rushes through me. “Really?”

He chuckles and guilt knocks on my subconscious but I slam the door shut and reinforce that shit closed. I don’t want it to ruin the night I have planned with Emery.

“Yeah,” he answers. “You look miserable. What are you going to do?”

I shrug, that guilt clawing its way through the reinforced door I put up, breaking it down like it’s nothing. “Go see Tor, I guess. She doesn’t yell at me for visiting her.”

Tate smirks. “Baylor is gonna kick your ass.”

“Not my fault he can’t keep his hands to himself.” I check my phone for the time and see a text from Emery. I slip it back into my pocket. “I’ll catch you later,” I say to Tate and sneak out of the basketball house before anyone else can stop me.

As soon as I’m safely in my car, I text Em back and let her know I’m on my way to pick her up. We’ve planned every part of this night to make sure we can have a few hours to ourselves.

I even took the risk of leaving my room set up before we left for the party, but it’ll be worth it to make this night special for the both of us.

Emery is already waiting outside for me when I pull up their drive and god. She’s really proving why she’s my sun all over again as warmth blooms in my chest and spreads to even the tips of my fingers and toes.

She’s turned me into a total sap.

“Hey, babe,” she greets as she throws open the passenger door and climbs into my truck. She doesn’t often call me anything but my name, but each time she does it’s like a jumpstart to my heart.

“Hi, baby girl.” My hand finds her thigh and I squeeze her leg over her jeans. She leans in to kiss me and at the first brush of our lips, nothing else in the world matters.

I deepen the kiss, exploring her mouth with my tongue as I pull her closer to me. She moans into my mouth and her teeth sink into my lower lip, making my chest reverberate with a groan.

“We’re still in my driveway,” she reminds me, but her voice is breathless and her lips are tugged up in an amused smile.

Right. Time and place, Xander .

You got the place ready and carved out the time. Now all that’s left to do is enjoy it.

I back out of her driveway and she scoots into the middle seat, leaning into my touch and I keep my hand wrapped around her thigh as I drive. The music is already set to the playlist I made for her and she’s humming along to one of her favorite songs.

Her bright blue eyes look up at me when I tighten my grip on her thigh, but I hadn’t meant to do it. When I don’t say anything, her eyebrow quirks and she waits silently and my lips twitch as I try not to smile.

“I missed you today, baby.”

She hums, leaning her head against my shoulder. “I always miss you.”

Little brat. I swear she does it on purpose.

“How was practice today?” she asks and I curse. I haven’t had a chance to talk shit about her brother to her yet.

“I don’t know how you’ve grown up in the house with such a sadist and still turned out so damn sweet.”

Her laughter fills the car and that warmth blooming inside me deepens.

“That bad, huh?”

“Worse than whatever you’re imagining,” I emphasize. “My legs are still sore from the sprints he made me do. And he still called me slow.”

She’s laughing at me, but I can’t even be mad about it because of how good it makes me feel to be the one drawing that sound from her.

“Want me to make you feel better?” Her voice drops into something huskier and full of wicked promise.

My hand tightens on her thigh. “What are you thinking, brat? ”

I know damn well she isn’t about to be sweet. She’s looking to stir up trouble. It’s what she’s best at.

Her hand lands on the seam of my jeans, and her fingers run over my rapidly hardening cock trapped behind. “Emery,” I warn, one hand tightening around the steering wheel as my heart beats a little faster.

“Xander,” she drawls, rubbing me through my jeans. And fuck why does it feel so good?

“I have our night planned out for us.”

She ignores me, unzipping my jeans and I wish I could say I resist. But when it comes to Emery Moore, that’s an impossible feat. “Plans can change,” she argues, her hand slipping between the dark material and pulling my cock free from my boxers.

“This is a dangerous game you’re playing.”

We’ve fooled around every chance we’ve had. I’ve tasted her come on my tongue and I’ve finished down her throat. I’ve memorized her moans and which of her little hitches in breath means she likes something, and which ones mean she’s not into it. But we’ve never done anything like this.

Risky. Daring. Bold.

And Emery has never been the one to push for it. I almost don’t know how to wrap my head around it. Her smooth hand wrapped around the head of my cock isn’t making it any easier either.

“Maybe I want a little danger,” she whispers. “You’ve been so gentle with me,” she continues, and I hold my breath, waiting for her to say something awful like all those times she’s blown my fucking mind, have only ever been okay for her. “But I want you to lose control like the way you make me lose mine. I don’t want you to feel like you have to hold yourself back for my sake. ”

Relief and desire flood my system and brain, nearly making me short circuit as she continues jacking me off with her hand.

“So tonight,” she promises, “I’m making you lose your head.”

She leans down, licking the top of my cock and it takes everything in me not to jerk the steering wheel as tingles race down my spine.

This fucking girl. How could she not know what she does to me? Every time she looks at me is enough for me to be wild with my need for her. My sanity and rationale flew out the window a hell of a long time ago.

“Em,” I groan out her name as her tongue traces the slit of my cock. “You already do make me crazy. And holy fuck that feels good.”

I want to watch her, want to gather her hair in my fist and show her exactly how much she tests my restraint.

She laps at the head of my dick as if it were a lollipop. “Then lose control tonight.”

I’m barely hanging on to my control now, and might be driving a little faster to try and get her under me that much quicker.

Emery has no idea what she’s asking for, but I’m going to give her every inch and more tonight if that’s what she wants so badly.

She tortures me the rest of the drive home. Not doing enough to get me anywhere close to coming, but more than enough to have me on edge. I throw the truck into park a little more aggressively than I need to.

I’m out of the truck and opening the passenger door, before she even has her bag in her hand. She’s got the cutest little smug smile twisting her lips cause she knows what she does to me. But if she needs more evidence, I’m more than happy to provide it .

Her ass is thrown over my shoulder and I grab her bag before carrying her into the house. She laughs, smacking my ass. “Nice view,” she teases.

My hand lands on her ass and I squeeze, reminding her who’s in charge here. “I’m telling you right now, Emery Moore,” I warn, sliding her down my body as I slam the front door shut behind us. “I can be romantic, and gentle, and attentive to your needs all while being driven out of my absolute mind with my need for you.” I punctuate each word with a kiss on her shoulder, her collar bone, her neck, her cleavage, all the way across her chest.

Gripping her chin with my hand, I tilt her head up until she’s looking at me. Those wide blue eyes swirling with all types of emotions. From doubt and insecurity to desire, determination, and affection.

“If you wanted it rougher,” I say, pushing her shoulders down and knocking her feet wider with one of my own. “All you had to do was ask, baby girl.” Her mouth parts open in surprise, but her need begins to win the war over her doubt. She drops to her knees and I lower my jeans. If this is what my girl needs, I can give that to her. Fuck knows I’ll enjoy every second of it.

“Now suck my cock the way I know my good girl can. No more teasing.” I free my aching dick from my boxers and tap the head against her lips. Confidence begins to bloom in her eyes and she takes me down her throat, right there in the entryway of the house.

It’s a dangerous game we’re playing. A risk I’m willing to take at the moment and I can’t lie, it makes this even hotter.

She looks so goddamn good on her knees for me, those wide eyes looking up at me, so eager to please me. I can only imagine the expression on my face as I watch the way she takes me down. “You make me lose all sense of reason,” I growl. Her hands grip my hips as I thrust into her mouth.

Emery’s tongue glides along the underside of my cock as she bobs her head up and down and I’m already cursing how damn good she is at this. How quickly she can take me to the edge. But I have far too many plans for tonight to come this early.

I pull her up, instantly missing the wet warmth of her mouth but know I have something so much better coming. “We’re only getting started,” I promise Emery, picking her back up and carrying her to my room. “And you’re wearing far too many clothes, baby girl. I need your perfect tits on display and to see how wet and ready that pretty pussy is for me.”

She wiggles in my arms, laughing and that little giggle alone tells me she’s smug her plan worked, even as her face flushes. Silly girl. All she has to do is ask and I’ll give her the whole damn world if that’s what she wants.

“I can’t wait for it to be warm again and you wear those little dresses and skirts,” I murmur as I rub my hand over her ass.

“You’re ridiculous,” she sighs, but she’s already given away how much she loves it. How much she needs it.

“What’s ridiculous is that my fingers aren’t already buried inside you, getting you ready for how well you’re going to take me.”

Her breathing grows jagged and she squirms as I push the door to my room open. I don’t hit the light switch, rather grabbing the small remote and turning on the small fairy lights Torryn helped me hang around my room. Candles were too much of a fire hazard.

I wanted to impress Emery. Make this night special for her. Not burn our house down.

She gasps as I drop her on the center of my bed, making her and the rose petals spread all around her bounce. “Xander,” she breathes, her eyes wide as she takes it all in. “You didn’t have to do all this.”

I strip my clothes off and her eyes flick away from the decorations and back to me. “I wanted to,” I correct her. It’s our first New Year’s together. I wanted it to be special. For more than just being our first time together.

She’s wearing way too many clothes, but she hasn’t noticed the best part yet. I decide to strip her first before pointing them out to her. She did tell me not to hold back. She helps me peel her jeans from her body and she tosses her sweater and t-shirt to the side of my bed until she’s only left in a very sexy bra and panty set. A light blue that is quickly becoming my favorite color on her.

I lick my lips, eating up her curves. “Those can stay on,” I decide. Her nipples bead through the sheer lace of her bra at the words and fuck. I fist myself, trying to remember the plan.

Spreading her out on my bed, I kiss her thighs, moving up her body but passing where she wants me most, and moving to press soft kisses over her stomach, to her sternum, the curve of her breast, before reaching her lips.

“You’re a tease,” she whines and she might be right.

I reach past her to the far bedside table and grab her surprise. “I know chocolate covered strawberries are supposed to be more romantic,” I explain, “but I thought you’d like mini cupcakes more.”

She stares at me in disbelief, and I lift one of the cupcakes to press against her lips. She opens her mouth wider to take a bite, never taking her eyes off of me as she does. When she finishes chewing and swallows, there’s a bit of chocolate frosting on the corner of her lips. I lean forward, cleaning it up with my tongue .

“You really didn’t have to do all this,” she repeats, but I don’t think she gets it.

I put the plate of cupcakes back down. We can enjoy them more later, I have something far more appetizing laid out in front of me. “Emery, baby, when are you going to get it?” I ask.

She lays across my pillows, rose petals mixed in with her hair and she’s so damn beautiful, I don’t understand how she can’t see it. “What?” she whispers, and I hate that I get the feeling she’s scared of my answer.

“I will never stop trying to make you feel special. Because you are. And I wanted this night to show that. To feel magical for you. For us.”

Her blush climbs her chest and spreads across her cheeks and fuck, it’s as cute as ever. I kiss down her chest, taking my time to explore her body as if it’s totally new to me. Her breathing quickens and her breath hitches when I lave my tongue over her beaded nipple through the lace of her bra.

I grab a condom and slide it down over my length, quickly turning my attention back to her breasts. Already, I’ve changed my mind. The underwear have to go. I slide them down her legs, and she gives no resistance, spreading her legs wider for me.

Two fingers slide through her folds and she’s already so damn wet for me, but she’s still in her head. Emery’s teeth are gnawing at her lower lip while she turns over my words in her head. What about them has her so confounded, I have no idea. But I want her back here, with me, in the present.

I scissor my fingers in and out of her before curling them up to rub against her g-spot.

“Xander,” she cries, and there’s a mix of pleasure and hesitation.

Without stopping the motion of my fingers, I kiss the tip of her nose. “What is it, baby?”

Doubt and maybe guilt shimmers in her eyes and I can’t begin to figure out why.

“I’m, I’m not a virgin,” she whispers. The confession nearly feels like a sin with the way she begins to question herself.

I pull my hand free of her, settling myself between her thighs instead. I lean over her, barricading her face between my arms as I kiss her cheeks. “Oh, baby girl. I don’t give a fuck if you’ve been with anyone before me,” I promise. “Because by the end of tonight, I’ll be the only one worth remembering.”

There was a part of me that wondered if she was a virgin. She made no qualms about telling me she lacked experience and I knew it was possible she had never had sex, but I didn’t put too much thought into it either way.

I drag my length through her folds, teasing her clit as I tap the head of my cock against her, before sliding through her arousal to her entrance and back up again. “I didn’t want tonight to be special because I wanted to make losing your virginity special,” I explain. “I don’t care about your firsts with others. I only care about our firsts. And our first time is something worth celebrating. Don’t you think?”

Emery nods her head, her eyes already filled with need as all her doubt and guilt disappears. She really can be so silly. Worrying about something like that. She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me down to her. “Thank you for being you,” she whispers against my lips.

I growl my approval. “I think it’s time I let go of my control now.”

“Please,” she begs and before the word is even fully out of her mouth, I’m buried in her cunt all the way to the hilt. She gasps and cries out my name as my cock stretches her pussy, but she’s wet enough for me to slide in easily.

Instantly, she is all I can taste, see, feel, and think about it .

Sex with anyone else has never been like sex with Emery Moore.

We find our rhythm together, rocking our hips, and I lift one leg, resting her foot on my shoulder as I hit her even deeper. Her moans grow louder and my pace quickens as I piston my hips. Desire coursing through me in a way I’ve never experienced before.

She smiles up at me and I cup her cheek with my hand even as I drive into her. “You are so fucking pretty, Em.”

Her eyes darken as her back arches and her body coils like a tightly wound spring, and I know she must be close. “Xander, more,” she begs and damn do I like that.

“Tell me what you need, baby girl. Tell me what you like.”

Her breath hitches and she tightens around my cock like a vise and it makes it difficult to breathe.

“Faster,” she moans.

I grip her leg tighter, shaking my hips faster and her ass is lifted off the bed as she falls over that edge. I continue to fuck her through her orgasm, my own building at the base of my spine and I know it’ll be an orgasm like no other I’ve ever had.

A gush of warmth from her orgasm leaks between us and fuck, it’s just enough to send me over the edge as I cry her name. I stay seated in her, as we both pant to catch our breath, not wanting to be separated from her yet.

I swear, I think I blacked out there for a second.

Emery curls into my side and kisses my shoulder. “I’ve never felt anything like that before,” she admits and it makes me smug, but that was nothing yet.

I sit both of us up, resting her between my thighs and she leans back against my chest while I grab those cupcakes again. “That was only an appetizer, baby.”

She turns back to me with wide eyes and I chuckle, lifting another cupcake to her lips, this one red velvet. She takes a small bite, the sweetness making her smile. I pop the rest of the cupcake in my mouth, making her elbow me.

“Is this our main course then?” she teases, gesturing to the plate full of cupcakes still.

I scoff. “Of course not.” I brush her hair over one shoulder and kiss her neck and down to her shoulder where I scrape my teeth over her skin.

Her head falls to the side and the cupcakes are once again forgotten on the side table as I turn my attention to her perfect tits in this sexy bra. The lace only gives the illusion of covering her, but her dark pink nipples are visible through it.

“You’re the main course, baby,” I whisper in her ear and I slip my fingers into her bra, pushing the lace down until her breasts are fully exposed. Her nipples pebble from my words and I brush my thumbs over them.

Our first time was hard and fast. This time will be slow and rough, until I know she’ll feel me in every inch of her tomorrow.

I pluck and twist her nipples, making her gasp as her chest heaves below my ministrations.

“Alexander,” she breathes and fuck. My dick is already rising to attention behind her. “You make me feel things I’ve never felt before.”

Oh fuck. She has no idea what those words do to a man like me. I reach to the side of the bed I left there earlier. “You’re going to make me feral for you if you say my name like that again,” I warn her.

I don’t need to see her eyes to know the mischevious gleam that entered them, but joke is on her. I know my brat.

“Alexander.” My name rolls right off the tip of her tongue, making it sound like a curse and a blessing all at the same damn time. Almost exactly how my little brat makes me feel.

My chest rumbles with my groan as I twist one of her nipples between my fingers. I grab the vibrator I bought for tonight and made sure to charge before she got here. I turn it on, the little thing sending tingles up my arm with the force of its vibrations.

I bring it to her clit and her moan is instantaneous as it pulses against her. Her hips shoot off the bed, and I wrap an arm around her waist to hold her between me and the powerful little machine between her thighs.

“Alexander,” she moans, her body shaking as she undulates her hips against it.

“That’s right, baby girl,” I whisper in her ear. “Remember who fucks you better than you’ve ever been fucked before. Better than you’ll ever be fucked again.”

She’s already ruined me for anyone else. Damn straight I’m going to return the favor. It’s me and Emery from here on out.

All of her cries, her moans, and come belong to me.

Words spill past her lips but not a single one of them makes any sense and I move the vibrator across her clit until she’s crying out. Her arousal squirts from her, soaking my hand, her thighs, and the bed below us.

“What a good girl my baby is,” I say in awe as her body sags against mine. I turn off the vibrator with a new mission in mind of making her do that again. Next time, on my face.

My dick throbs against her ass and I want to feel the mess she just made. Want to feel her slick arousal coating me as I fuck her deep and slow.

She turns her head, searching for my lips and I kiss her, my hand cupping her cunt, and sliding my fingers through her come. Her eyes are dazed when she pulls away from me.

“I need to feel you,” she begs. “All of you.”

My heart rate picks up and my balls tighten at the thought. “Are you on birth control, Em? ”

She’s already nodding before I even finish the question. My needy baby.

“I just had my physical and I’m clean,” I tell her, still running my fingers through her folds.

She clears her throat, her blush rising to her cheeks again. “I got tested too,” she admits. “All clean.”

There’s no need for her to be embarrassed. I’m proud of her for taking care of her health. For being smart about it. Especially if I’m not the first guy she’s been with.

“Can I fuck you without a condom, Em?”

Again, she’s nodding before I finish the question and I chuckle against her skin. “You’re such a good girl for me, Em. I can’t wait to feel your come dripping down my cock.”

She moans my name as I sink two fingers into her pussy, fucking her with them. “I need more. Please.”

I hum in acknowledgement, but keep fucking her with two fingers, making sure to bump her clit with my palm as I do. Alternating between each breast with my free hand, showering attention on every piece of her.

“Alexander,” she cries again, clenching around my fingers and bucking her hips. “Please fuck me.”

That’s my girl. Needy and desperate for me.

I shut my legs and pull my fingers from her. She straddles my legs as I encourage her to. My hand rests against the small of her back and I press down. Emery follows my guidance and her perfect ass and pussy are put on display just over my cock.

Gripping myself, I guide it to her entrance. Without me saying anything, she takes control, lowering her hips the second my tip breaches her entrance and takes me all the way to the hilt.

My nerve endings go into overdrive as tiny fireworks explode over my entire body. My hands grip Emery’s ass as she takes me deep .

“That’s my baby,” I encourage her, my voice tight. “Show me how well you take me. How much you love my cock buried inside you.”

She moans and gets even wetter at my words and my dick twitches inside of her. Emery keeps the pace slow, and I let her work us both into a near frenzy before I grip her waist and flip us both over.

Her cry of pleasure when I drive back into her only spurs me on. “I needed my lips on yours,” I speak against her neck as our bodies move together, slick with her arousal and our sweat.

Our lips lock and I can taste her desperation on her tongue and it only fuels my own. Ratcheting up my need for her until I nearly forget all the things I want to do to her.

I break free from our kiss, and she pants under me. “You’re looking a little thirsty,” I tease and she laughs. The sound making both of us gasp as we feel the pulsing where our bodies are connected.

Without breaking our connection, I reach to the bedside table and grab the bottle of champagne I left sitting on ice before we left the house.

She watches me, a confused look on her face, even as she lifts her hips, taking me deeper inside her.

I take a mouthful of champagne, the bubbles reminding me of exactly how Emery makes me feel. I grab her chin and her mouth parts and I dribble some of the sweet alcohol into her mouth.

Emery swallows and opens her mouth for more. I chuckle as I drink more before giving her another mouthful.

“Why is that so hot?” she asks, clenching around me.

I smirk, letting some of the champagne spill over her tits and stomach. “Because you know who you belong to,” I growl, pulling out of her and moving down her body even as she bemoans the loss. I was getting far too close to coming again, and I’m determined to make this round last.

My tongue trails over her skin, cleaning up the champagne. Her fingers thread through my hair, pushing me lower. She lifts her hips, putting her wet pussy in my face and I comply to her wishes, lapping at her clit.

“You’re sweeter than any champagne,” I praise before devouring her like she’s my last meal and I don’t stop until I reach my goal and her come soaks my face, her toes curl in the sheets as her grip tightens in my hair to the point of pain.

Her body sags as her orgasm passes and I chuckle darkly, flipping her over until her ass is in the air. “Not done with you yet, baby.”

“You’re killing me, Xan,” she cries.

I sink my teeth into her ass cheek, and despite her half-hearted protest, she’s already shaking it in my face. I grab the bottle of champagne, and spill some down her back and groan as it drips over her ass and down to her slit.

She moans as I clean her up with my tongue and her body shakes when my tongue circles her tight hole. Hmm, my girl liked that. Maybe something to explore in the future.

Right now, I’m already so goddamn close and need to feel her wrapped around me.

“One more, baby. Can you do that for me?”

She nods and I praise her, gathering her hair, wrapping it around my fist and tightening my grip at the base of her scalp. Her back arches and her perfect ass lifts higher in the air, begging for me to pound into her.

Precome, leaks from the tip of my dick and it throbs in my hand as I guide it to her entrance. There’s nothing slow or gentle about the way I take her from behind. Fucking her in a frenzy as the sounds she makes spur me on.

My thumb brushes over her hole and the way she squeezes around me, makes me lose my head exactly the way Emery wanted me to. “Oh fuck, baby. Come for me,” I demand.

“Alexander,” she screams my name and we both tumble over into our orgasms as pleasure makes my vision blur and hot come fills her.

“Fucking hell,” I laugh, gathering her in my arms and spooning her as I pepper kisses over her shoulders. She laughs with me, her hands gripping my arms where they wrap around her waist.

“Is sex always like that?” she asks, awe in her voice.

I shake my head. No sex I’ve ever had has even come close to touching the way it feels when Emery and I are together. “But it will always be at least that good when it’s you and me.”

She yawns, nodding and cuddling into my chest. “I think I might be addicted to you, Xander.”

I squeeze her, my heart doing a little pitter patter that has nothing to be with being horny. My dick is finally spent. “Good, because I’m definitely addicted to you.”

She hums, drawing patterns on my arms and it makes me sigh with contentment. “Bet you can’t even remember the guys that came before me,” I say with a smirk and she snorts.

“I never thought about him anyway,” she says lightly, turning in my arms to face me. “Everyone made a big deal about my virginity,” she starts and I drop the smirk to listen to her. “I just wanted to get it over and done with,” she continues.

That explains why her brothers never freaked out over it. Not that it should be any of their business. “It’s only a big deal if you want it to be a big deal,” I agree.

She shrugs. “I didn’t want it to be. I never told anyone, not even Becca. I felt a little silly afterwards,” she admits.

“Why?” I can’t help but ask.

Her head rests against my chest and another yawn splits her face. “Because even though I didn’t want it to be this big thing, I thought it would be something more than what it was.”

Emery adjusts her body closer to mine and I know she has more to say, so I stay quiet and give her a moment to gather her thoughts.

“I went to a party with kids who had already graduated, went home with a guy and got it over with. But it was just,” she pauses, searching for the right word. “Okay?” She shrugs again. “I didn’t really get what the deal was, but at the same time it did feel a little icky when we finished and I realized I didn’t really care if I ever saw him again and he was looking at me the same way.”

I can’t help but chuckle. I guess it wasn’t really a challenge to make her forget the guy who came before me. She has already done that on her own.

“This would have been a much better first time,” she says, and there’s a note of regret in her tone.

I kiss the top of her head. “It was a first time, Em. Our first time, and that’s all that matters.”

She gives me a sleepy smile, just as my phone alarm goes off.

Midnight.

I shut it off before pulling her in for a long and deep kiss.

“They say what you’re doing at midnight is what you spend the rest of the year doing,” I whisper against her lips. “So don’t even think about forgetting me in the morning, Emery Moore. I’m spending this year and every year after wrapped up in you.”

She beams at me, amusement and affection shining in her blue eyes. “Happy New Year’s, Alexander.”

“Happy New Year’s, baby girl.”