12. Caeleb

Istride over to where Emily is standing, her long back seductively arched to our views, and seize her arm, holding it in an iron grip.

She intakes a sharp breath and angles her head so her eyes meet mine, challenge rife in them.

Im not one to back down this time.

Tell me, Emily, I say, my voice soft. Whats the dirtiest thought youve ever had?

Her eyes glint, and her lips curl up in a slight smile. The nymph. But she takes my question and raises me one of her own. How about you tell me yours first?

I lean in close, my face almost touching hers. She inhales a long, low breath. Well, Ill tell you mine, I say roughly. I think about bending your tight little ass over the counter and fucking you until you scream.

The last words are a snarl in my throat. I tighten my grasp on her arm, relishing in the flush of her cheeks, the fullness of her lips, and the look of poorly concealed desire burning in her eyes.

In fact, I continue, studying her face with utmost intent. Ive thought about it more than once. And right now, thats just what Im going to do.

Really? She teases, her lips still curled in that infuriating smile. How?

Ill show you how. I pull her to me instantly and press my lips savagely against her, forcing my tongue through. I taste cinnamon, honey, salt, and her moans as she responds. I all but lift her as I push her against the counter, using my forearms to pin her wrists behind her.

She lets out a little cry as I press against her with my erection. I begin moving my hips in slow, long, strokes between her legs as I continue kissing her.

Oh, she groans, squirming against me. She wants me to let go of her hands. I dont want her to have that freedom, not yet anyway. I want to own her in this moment, to have her pinned underneath me while I show her just what shes done to me.

Stay, I command her, using my free hand to lift the shirt. I pull her panties down as low as I can and press my palm flat on her clit. God, shes so turned on. I did that. Im about to do more.

I pause to look into her eyes. There, behind all the light that she has, is a little spark of something … something that makes her look oddly vulnerable. I want her to see how powerful she is, and how shes reigning supreme over all of us. I withdraw my palm, wet from her juices, and raise it. Then, I break the kiss and lick one of my fingers.

Salt, wet, deliciously sinful.

She shivers as I look at her, my eyes hardened by resolve.

You deserve to be loved the way men know how to, Emily, I say, my voice low enough for her ears alone.

Let my hands go, she replies breathlessly. I cant take it anymore.

I chuckle and release my grip over her wrists. She immediately unbuckles my pants and pulls them down. A little maneuvering on both our parts, and then my cock is grinding against her sopping core with growing ferocity.

Jolts run through my veins that have nothing to do with the sheer physicality of what were doing. Maybe theyre propelled by the vision of tiny goosebumps breaking out on her golden-brown skin.

I groan, captivated by how stunning she is, and grip her chin in my hand. Tell me what youre thinking, I demand roughly.

She dips her head, eyes falling to the floor. Im thinking about how precarious my position is right now, and how badly I want it.

Why is it precarious? I ask, my cock growing harder by the second.

Because— she looks beyond me, at my best friends standing and watching us. I—its so selfish—but I want all of you to be mine.

My brow twitches, and I lean in to kiss her once more, this time gentler. Just so were clear about this matter, Em. Were fine sharing you, but you belong to us alone. Only us.

She shivers in my arms once again.

Are we clear on that?

Yes, she murmurs against my lips. We are.

Good, I say. Because I cant keep myself away for one more second.

I trace my thumb around her nipple in light, lazy circles before moving down to the dip between her legs. With a grunt of approval, I run my index finger along her slit and smirk.

Youre so wet, I observe, eyes boring into hers. I can tell youre enjoying this. I lean in close, murmuring into her ear, continuing to tease her with my fingers.

She lowers her head, blushing.

I grab her chin roughly and match her gaze with mine. Look at me when Im talking to you, Emily. Got it?

She nods.

I chuckle and return my attention to her pussy. I run my finger back and forth across her wet slit, spreading her juices around. I occasionally stop what Im doing to dip a finger up to my knuckle, grazing her clit, circling it.

She lets out an agonized moan. Please, she begs. I need you.

Patience, I purr against her ear.

Torturer, she replies.

Look at you, trying to command me, I tell her, thrusting three fingers inside her willing core. I think youre forgetting whos in charge, Em.

She lets out a moan immediately. I curl my hand around and cup her ass before spanking it once, twice, thrice. She responds with little moans and sighs, bucking her body against my finger, still buried in her pussy.

I grind the heel of my palm against her core and curl the fingers inside of her. She cries out and squirms, overwhelmed by the pressure, skirting up against the counters edge.

Thats it, darling, I say with a dark laugh. Show me how much you want this. I massage her clit with increased, almost feverish urgency, using my free hand to stroke her ass, pull on her hardened nipples, grip her neck.

Oh God, she moans loudly, bucking into my fingers. I feel her body tense as a climax rolls out and onto my hand. I kiss her then, gently this time, guiding her lips to mine with a finger under her chin. I slowly pull back.

Ready? I ask her.

She responds by pulling me back to her mouth with fervent urgency. I reply with equal manic need. I lift her shirt roughly over her head, grab her by the hips, and lift her up on the counter, legs dangling over the edge.

Part your legs, I order, and she follows.

I grasp her breasts roughly before running my hands down the expanse of her bare back. My cock is so hard Im surprised Im lasting this long. Slowly, with my eyes burning into hers, I position my head against her slit.

Then, I rub the tip against the folds, tormenting her until she lets out a low moan of frustration. Please, she begs, pulling me to her and wrapping her legs around my waist.

Very well, I reply, burying myself deep in her with one smooth motion.

We groan in unison. I relish the feel of her warm, soft body as it envelops me. I pull out slowly, then push back in one sharp motion, ramming into her as her legs curl behind me, holding on for dear life.

Say my name, I say roughly, wrapping her silken hair around my wrist.

Caeleb, she responds, her voice breathy as I pound into her with swift, aggressive strokes. Caeleb.

Do you want me to stop?

No, God, no, dont stop, she replies quickly, clenching her pussy so it grips my shaft. Dont you dare stop.

I pull her hair with just enough force, compelling her to arch forward. Is that so?

Yes, she grunts as I thrust into her. Fuck me harder.

I reach a hand around her and run it down her back before pinching the soft flesh just above her ass. How hard? In tandem, I increase my thrusts, going at it with all Ive got. She feels so hot, so warm and wet and just right, I cant control my pace. Its becoming more urgent, and I know my release is coming, and fast. I burrow into her, each stroke faster than the last.

She moans urgently. Just like that, YES!

I breathe hard and try to pace myself, alternating the fast, hard thrusts with more drawn-out strokes, allowing her to feel my entire length inside her core.

Its no good. Its coming.

God, Emily, you are fucking incredible, I growl. Im beginning to lose my rhythm, my regular pace becoming frantic and primal as I approach the point of my release. From the look on her face, shes already there.

Im coming, she cries out, confirming my thoughts.

I hear you, I say, my voice now thin. And Im right there with you.

She shivers and clenches around me. Involuntarily, before I can pull out, it happens. Streams of my release shoot inside her even as Im pulling out, my movements hurried. Panic unfurls like a raw animal inside me. Im sorry, I sputter, I had no intention of?—

Its okay, she replies quickly, trying to steady herself. Dont worry. Im on the pill.

Something about the way she speaks tells me theres more to this, stuff she doesnt want to talk about. I nod quietly. Are you sure?

She smiles, small and soft. Yes. That was amazing, by the way.

Yeah, splendid show, Silas hollers from behind.

Emily and I exchange a long look before bursting into a fit of laughter.

We take some time to settle. Emily slips into her shirt once more.

What plans do you have for today? I ask her as I put my trousers back on.

She responds with a nonchalant shrug. No plans, actually. Ill likely meet Flora later in the day, go out for lunch.

Finns observing us from a chair, studying her movements with keen interest. So, you have some time to kill?

Emily fixes her gaze on him. Yeah, why, what do you have in mind?

He grins. A lot, but right now, I was hoping we could talk about the farm.

Im not kidding. I see a shadow collecting in her eyes.

This girl has ghosts. Something is … something has happened, something that has made her ultra-resistant to the idea of being the owner of a million-dollar empire.

I know she had issues with Harvey, but there has to be more, because its human instinct to crave safety and stability. She has it now, but here she is, on the verge of rejecting it.

Okay, she says with a wry little smile. Ill bite.