29. Emery

29

EMERY

Confession: When those three words fell from Woody’s lips, I nearly drove us off the fucking road. I hadn’t been lying before when I’d said I was willing to wait for him to express himself in his own time, and in his own way.

I now realized, though, how much I’d needed to hear it for myself. Given our intense chemistry, he’d been surprisingly difficult to understand in the beginning. Some of that had to do with the fact that I hadn’t been looking for love. Frankly, I hadn’t even known that’s what I’d been dealing with until it smacked me upside the head.

On Woody’s side of the equation, though, I was learning that he did not—could not—give his heart in half measures. He was all in or all out, and his version of all in was an incredible display of vulnerability and trust. No wonder he’d guarded it so viciously.

That I’d earned his trust in this way, too, was a gift I’d take with me to the grave.

Our kissing continued, and we eventually moved on to necking. When he dropped to his knees in the grass, I let out a groan. The car shielded us from the road, but we were still in a public spot. As intoxicated as I was with him, though, I couldn’t imagine pulling away. His eyes glowed like mercury in the moonlight, and he held my gaze as he undid my jeans and pushed them down with my underwear. Grabbing my hips, he leaned in and nosed along my sack, letting out a satisfied sigh.

He kissed my hardening length before slipping his mouth over the head of my cock, tonguing the slit as he sucked. Finally, he took me to the back of his throat, moaning as he swallowed around my now desperately hard cock.

I leaned back, draping myself against the passenger door, arms spread as I took in the stars, giving myself up to the pleasure and joy of it all. He went even deeper, and I curled forward, gripping his hair as I gave a few tentative thrusts.

He pulled off with a pop, a sharp pleasure I felt down in my nuts. “Stop goin’ easy on me, Em. Fuck my throat.”

Remembering his hesitation from before, I palmed the back of his head, shifting away from his mouth.

“Emery.”

“Sorry, doll. I need to hear you say it again.”

His answering glare was everything, or at least I thought it was until the smile reached his eyes. “I love you.”

Growling, I angled my cock back toward his mouth, pushing it past those pouty lips. I kept going until he gagged, and only then did he send me an approving look.

“Your mouth is so fucking good,” I praised, knowing that he drank in those sweet words like it was sunshine.

He dropped his shoulders, relaxing his throat a little more with each thrust, and I let loose. Thrusting deep, just like he’d asked me to, my orgasm spun up quickly. Grabbing his head, I fucked his face until I came on a shout that was absorbed by the surrounding trees.

“Fuck, I love you so much,” I said, pumping my hips, silently begging him to suck every bit of cum.

He waited until I was completely drained before slowly pulling off, slurping my shaft as he went. When he was free of me, I dragged him to his feet, thrusting my tongue into his mouth so I could taste myself on him. He squirmed against me, and I grabbed his ass, my soul filling up at how much he needed me. I made quick work of his jeans, pushing them down to his mid-thigh, along with his underwear. Grabbing him by his waist, I picked him up and ignored his protests as I set his tiny, bare ass on the trunk of my car, pushing him back into a reclined position against the sloped back window.

“What are you doing?” he asked, breathless as I stepped between his legs and pressed his thighs away from each other.

His cock was straining up toward his belly button, and when I gently pushed his sack away from his hole, a pearl of precum slid down the underside of his shaft. I swirled a finger around his tight entrance, loving the way it made him shiver and clench as he adjusted his hips.

I spat on his hole and pressed my finger into the first knuckle. He jerked again, this time thrusting his hips so he could take more of my finger.

“Fuck, Em . . .”

“Hm?”

“Need you.”

I spat again, going deeper before pulling out to add a second finger. He whined as I rooted around inside him, then he arched off the trunk when my fingers found the right spot. More precum slipped down his angry cock and I shifted forward, taking it down in one go. He moaned, and I continued going after him, sucking hard as I pumped my fingers in and out.

He banged the trunk with the side of his fist until I was swallowing his release. I increased my suction, needing to wring every drop from him. Only when his hips shifted away from me and he begged me to stop did I let his spent cock slip from my mouth.

We shared another filthy kiss as I twisted my fingers inside him.

“More. Too much,” he whined. “More.”

I sucked a hickey on his neck as I found his p-spot again and again, loving how he tightened around me and more cum dribbled down his overworked cock.

“Good boy,” I breathed, gently removing my fingers from his body. “I can’t wait to find new ways to make you mine.”

He gasped against my lips, his breathing satisfyingly ragged. “I can’t wait for more blowjobs. All of the blowjobs.”

“You got it, baby.”

He laughed, then kissed me again.

We finally tore ourselves away from one another half an hour later when an eighteen-wheeler honked at us. Laughing, we stumbled as we made our way into the car and I sped like a local through the twisting mile or so back home.

As soon as we got to my house, Woody was all over me, kissing with the kind of abandon I’d only seen in a Hollywood blockbuster romance.

He whined when I pulled back for air, then seemed to cling to me.

“Hey, hey, hey . . . what’s going on?”

He grabbed my arms. “Sorry. I’m just so?—”

He bit at his lips, staring up at the ceiling, his breathing a series of short, sharp inhales and long, drawn-out exhales, like he was about to cry. Knowing that now was not the time to push him for answers, I held him in the foyer, waiting for him to find the words.

“Have you ever seen the movie Sliding Doors?” he finally asked.

I kissed his forehead, swaying us together. “That old Gwyneth Paltrow movie? The one with the two possibilities, based on whether or not she made the train?”

He nodded, lowering his face to my chest, sinking into the silent dance. “We walked through the front door and it really fucked me up,” he confessed, his voice muffled. “Because in one life I was walking through that door to a guy who didn’t love me and had likely never been faithful to me. And in this other life, I’m walking through the front door with you. I mean, I’ve kissed you both in this entrance and it makes me feel like I’m running both timelines at once. And it just...”

And it just . . .”

He shook his head as the tips of his ears went red.

“Freaked you out?” I asked, running my fingers through his hair.

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” His breathing sped up again, so I stilled, asking, “Are we moving too fast? Do we need to slow things down?”

“No.” He rocked from foot to foot, a silent request to continue our dance.

We started moving together again, and he whined, adjusting against me like he was trying to lose himself in my body.

“Do you need to be reassured that I’m nothing like the asshat who tried to ruin our dinner date?”

He huffed. “ Yes .”

I chuckled. “You’re pretty needy for such an ornery cuss.”

He bit at my pec. “Shut up.”

That made me laugh even harder. I slid my hands down to his ass, cupping it for a moment before hoisting him up. He inhaled sharply, then wrapped his legs around my waist.

“It’s actually not needy, babe. It’s just a need.” I eyed the bruise I’d started on his neck. “Just like I need to kiss you. Right. Here .”

I trailed kisses down his neck, pausing to suck at his most sensitive spots as his horny moans filled the air. I turned toward the stairs, gripping his ass as I took them one at a time, slowly unraveling him with kisses and filthy words.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so hard for me,” I said, tightening my grasp, my erection jutting up against his ass. “Even after our roadside blowjobs.”

He buried his face in my neck, and I could feel the grin broadening across his tempting lips. “That’s your fault.”

I started skipping steps, turned on by the contrast of his trim muscles against the broad expanse of my chest. “Fuck, you’re strong,” I whispered as I hit the upper landing.

He snorted. “Look who’s talking. You practically raced up the stairs with a grown man in your arms.”

“That’s because I can’t wait to get inside you,” I confessed, pushing my way into my bedroom.

I had loved the amount of sun this room got from the beginning, but the way the moonlight caught Woody’s eyes and lit up his mussed hair...Fuck.

I set him down, his cowboy boots making a solid thunk on the old wooden floors.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured, leaning in for a kiss.

His square, hard-working hands found my chest, and he gripped my shirt. “So are you.”

With another kiss, he slipped into the bathroom while I took off my clothes and found the lube in the drawer of my bedside table. There were some toys we could play with...but maybe later. I just wanted to be inside him.

He came out a few minutes later, naked and strutting. God, I loved this man.

He snatched the bottle from me, slicking his conniving little fingers before tossing it on the bed. He then reached behind himself to massage the slick into his hole.

Moaning, he intensified his preparation with fast thrusts. I kissed him, running my hands down his back, gripping his ass to spread his cheeks and give him more access. I pushed my forehead against his as he continued to prepare himself. Unable to help myself, I slid my hand over his, intensifying the thrust before slipping in a finger alongside his.

“I love you,” I whispered between kisses, loving the pained grunt as I added another finger.

“I love you so much it scares the hell out of me,” he admitted, breathless.

“That’s fine,” I said, crooking my fingers against his. “I’m here to reassure you in any way I can,” I said with a curling stroke.

“You’re gonna make me come on your fingers, baby.”

Withdrawing them, I clucked my tongue. “Not yet, pretty boy.”

His eyes had been squeezed shut in pleasure, but he opened one icy blue eye to glare at me.

“Whatever. You like it when I call you fun names in bed.”

A sneaky little smile tipped up the corner of his lips. “Maybe.”

I kissed him until his cock was leaking. “No maybe about it,” I teased, pushing him to the bed.

He rolled to his hands and knees, his ass facing the edge. I stepped in behind him as he tilted his hips so that I could see him, so open and so fucking ready for me. Grabbing my erection—had I ever been so fucking hard in my life?—I pressed gently against his entrance, but he wasn’t having any of it. He rocked back, forcing the head of my cock inside his slick heat.

“Fuuuuck,” I hissed, barely holding back my orgasm.

He pressed back against me until I was bottoming out inside of him, relentless even as he groaned in pain.

“Baby, don’t?—”

“Shut up,” he spat, fucking himself against me. “You hurt so fucking good.”

“You like that little hint of pain with your pleasure, don’t you?” I asked, tentatively thrusting forward.

“Fuck yeah,” he said, rocking back into my forward movement.

I leaned forward and rested my weight on my palm, then reached around to one of his nipples. He hissed and pushed back even harder.

“I may be onto something,” I said, pinching the other.

He cried out, arching into my touch, and I pulled away.

“Don’t come yet, my dear.”

With that, I manhandled him, forcing him onto his back as I got a knee beneath me while keeping one foot on the floor. This is the kind of leverage I could get used to, I thought as I slid back into the tight clutch of his body.

“You comfortable, baby?”

“I’ve got your fucking massive cock rooting around inside me,” he bit out as he rolled his hips. “I’m not aiming for comfort at the moment.”

I laughed as I thrust into him. I laughed until he opened his pretty eyes. Our gazes locked as I pushed against my foot to fuck him that much harder.

“More, Em. I need everything. All of it.”

“You got it, sweetheart. You’ve got me.”

We parted and shifted again, this time angling so that his head was at the top of the bed and cushioned by a pillow. I crawled up to him and caged his body, kissing him until he begged me to fuck him. Capturing his gaze, I entered him slowly, drawing out heavenly sighs and more begging.

Finally, when it seemed like neither of us could hold out for a second longer, I sped up, scooping my hips just so and jacking him in time with each thrust. The orgasm crested between us seconds later, with me filling him and him crying out as I pumped out stripe after stripe of cum from his hard cock.

“I love you, Woody,” I said, collapsing onto him, trying to stay inside him for as long as I could.

“I love you, too, Em.” He was breathless and sweaty and his hair was sticking up in all directions, but the soft smile that graced his lips was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

I would’ve stayed in this position for the rest of the night, but Woody, who was filled and covered with cum started squirming under me.

“Get off me, you big galoot,” he said, pushing up at me with a laugh.

I carefully extricated myself from his body and swept him up into my arms and over my shoulder, his fine ass mere inches from my wanting mouth. I chomped down on the tempting flesh and he pummeled my back, cursing me out. We rinsed off in the shower and he snuck into my closet, stealing another one of my shirts to wear over his thin cotton boxers.

He looked ten years younger in my oversized T-shirt, beaming up at me with an unselfconscious smile.

I cupped his jaw, kissing him before whispering, “Save for my family, you’re the best thing that’s walked through my door.”

He melted against me and let me lead him to my bed. Settling in, I pulled him to me, loving the way he laid his head on my chest and curled his leg over mine.

I never knew it could be this good.