Chapter 27

Emma

F or two weeks straight Mark followed my every move. He was my shadow wherever I went. At the grocery store I spotted him a few aisles away constantly watching and waiting, making his threatening presence known. When I stopped at the pharmacy for vitamins, he was there When I scratched my ass, I swore he was there ready to offer a freshly manicured hand.

The only good thing I could find in his actions was his boldness. He didn’t do a damn thing to hide his presence or his actions. It was a relief even if Steel City law enforcement didn’t feel inclined to act on his clear harassment and stalking, not that it surprised me.

By this stage the all-pervasive feeling of guilt over causing Alex’s death was starting to lift. I hadn’t intended on killing him, it was an accident. But what’s done was done. As Slate kept telling me, I needed to move forward with my life, and so I tried.

The only bright spot—other than Ash and Slate—was that the cops seemed to have exhausted their suspicions. I wasn’t foolish enough to think they’d wrapped up the investigation or that I was no longer at the top of their list of suspects, but they’d executed a search warrant on the family home four days ago. They tore up floorboards and cut out pieces of furniture in search of forensic evidence that would put me in handcuffs but in the end, they found nothing.

“You’re awfully quiet in here.”

Slate’s deep voice interrupted my thoughts and yanked a terrified scream from the depths of my belly. “Shit,” I groaned and glared at him. “You scared me.”

“You weren’t paying attention.” There was no bite to his words, merely a statement of fact.

“I know. I was lost in thought.” I shook my head and blinked a few times, realizing I’d been standing at the countertop and staring at a frozen whole chicken for the past hour. “I think the stress is getting to me.”

“Stress?” One raven brow arched, and his lips spread into a teasing grin. “I know the perfect cure for stress.” He wiggled his eyebrows just in case I wasn’t getting the hint.

My nipples hardened and my core clenched tight at his suggestive words. I wanted him. Hell, I always wanted him even when I shouldn’t. “You think that’s a good idea?”

Slate closed the distance between us and rested his big hands on my hips, his hot skin burnt a brand into my flesh. “Ash is having a sleepover with Sophie at Maverick and Grace’s. We’re here alone together, hungry for each other. I don’t see why it’s not the best fucking idea ever.”

He was right, of course. I wanted him more than I wanted my next breath, but I hesitated for some reason. “It does sound good.”

“Talk to me, Em.”

I shrugged. “What’s to talk about? I want you but I’m scared. My life is a fucking mess right now and it feels like I should be focused on that instead of a sexy biker.”

“Sexy, you say?” He took another step closer and slipped his hand through my hair before gripping it a few inches from the root. It was tight enough to sting but the kind of sting that shot straight between my thighs. “I like the sound of that.”

“That’s because you have a one-track mind.”

He laughed and the sound was rich and deep and tempting. “Only where you’re concerned. I can’t get enough of you Emma, and I don’t want to. I’m ready to drown in you baby.”

I trembled at his words and clung to him for dear life. “Slate.”

“Whatever you want.” His gaze was dark, and his words were darker, honest and hot enough that I felt the intensity just under my skin.

I fisted my hands in the fabric of his shirt and yanked so we were almost face to face. “I want you to kiss me. Please kiss me.”

His mouth crashed down over mine, hot and heavy with a raw intensity that shook me to my core. The way he devoured me was wild and crazy, and all I could do was lean into it and accept the erotic onslaught. Slate’s tongue moved against mine hungrily. His big hands cupped my face gently while he thrust in and out of my mouth with the force of a wrecking ball.

I pulled back with a gasp, my eyes clouded with lust. A raw hunger burned through me for this man. I wasn’t convinced this was a smart move, but I was powerless to pull away, to release his shirt and step back and walk away. I knew what he could—and would—do to my body and I needed that. “Slate.”

His response was just a growl before his mouth landed on mine again.

I climbed up his body and wrapped my legs around him, moaning into his mouth as the feel of his cock, long and hard, pressing against where I was wet and aching for him. “I need you,” I whispered against his lips and licked along the seam of his mouth.

“Fuck,” he groaned and spun around before he took the stairs two at a time at what felt like a full run. Seconds later I was laid out on his bed, panting and scrambling to get to my knees. “Stay,” he said, his voice hoarse with lust.

I froze and watched as he quickly undressed, revealing every inch of hard muscles, ink and a mouthwatering cock. He was so fucking beautiful that all I wanted was to taste him all over. I moved to the foot of the bed and put my hands on his chest. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Emma,” he hissed when I pressed a kiss to the middle of his chest. “Babe,” he tried again when I flicked a tongue over his left nipple and then his right. “Fuck.” His hands fisted in my hair, but he didn’t take over, didn’t even guide me, he just held me as my lips and tongue and teeth explored his body.

I hummed with pleasure as I kissed his pecs and licked over all six hard ridges of his abs. “Beautiful,” I moaned again when I got to that mind melting vee at his hips. I kissed along the curve that led down to the patch of black hair that was neatly trimmed.

“Em,” he grunted when I wrapped my hand around his cock. “Don’t.”

I looked up at him as I gripped him tighter and pumped in long, hard strokes that made his jaw clench. His eyes darkened when I leaned forward and flicked my tongue over the swollen, sensitive head of his cock. The noise he let out was positively feral and it spurred me on, gripping him tighter I took him as deep as I could.

“Oh, fuck Em.”

His words skittered over my flesh like a caress and suddenly it was the night we met all over again and instead of being some battered and beaten wife, I was young and beautiful and carefree. And most of all, I was bold. I took his cock and made it mine, using just my lips to tease the head of his cock until his hips pushed forward.

“Don’t tease,” he growled.

“Teasing you is so much fun,” I replied and took him to the back of my throat. He was long and thick as he pulsed against my tongue.

“Fuck.”

Every grunt and every moan hit me with another shot of lust, and I licked and sucked until I felt his balls tighten at the same time his grip tightened in my hair. I moaned and took him deeper.

“Fuck, Em.” He gently pushed me back off his cock and leaned forward, staring at me for a long beat before claiming my mouth in a searing hot kiss that made my toes curl. He pulled away and said, “On your feet.”

I couldn’t look away as I got to my feet and started undressing but Slate moved my hands away and tore at my clothes until I was as naked as he was.

“Perfect.”

The compliment wove around me, and my nipples beaded as Slate held me tight and fell backwards onto the bed. I immediately straddled his hips and rubbed against him like a cat in heat. “So good.”

“Ride me, Emma.”

I wasted no time, gripping him once again which was starting to be one of my favorite things. The way he growled his pleasure and pushed forward made me feel sexy as hell, desired like I’d never been before. I meant to go slow as I slid down his length, but he was so hard and I was so wet that I slid down in one long thrust. “Fuck. Yes.”

Slate’s hands gripped my hips, guiding me up and down his length, faster and faster. His fingertips dug into my flesh, and I didn’t care about the bruises that would appear later, all that mattered was right now. “Emma.”

He felt good. Incredibly good and I planted my feet flat on the bed for leverage and moved up and down, faster and harder. “Yes!” I threw my head back and arched into him until he was buried so deep I could almost feel him in my stomach. “Slate.” My body took over and I lifted up and slammed down, over and over, until my legs shook.

Slate held me tighter on the top of my stroke and pounded up into me, hard and fast. Shivers vibrated up my skin and my orgasm started slowly but he hit that spot over and over and it barreled up lightning quick before it burst out of me with the force of an exploding supernova.

“Yes! Oh. My. Yes!” I shook and trembled and the next thing I know I’m on my back with Slate between my thighs, pounding into me hard and fast. One orgasm led into the next as Slate exploded inside of me, filling me with warmth. “Holy fuck.”

He laughed and pumped his hips a few more times, slow and deep as if he wanted to draw out my pleasure. “Emma, babe.”

I sighed and licked my lips. “Spectacular.”

“Damn,” he panted. “Now I’m gonna get a big head.”

I smiled and shook my head. “Two more and you can get as big a head as you want, babe.”

“Deal.” He kissed me long and slow and I felt myself getting wet all over again. “But if you want three more orgasms tonight, I need food.”

“Three? Pretty sure I said two.”

He smacked a kiss to the side of my neck as his cock slid from my body. “Four it is.”

After dinner, we had each other for dessert and by the time we collapsed into sleep, he’d made good on his promise.

Four orgasms.

Four!

My body was on fire, still aroused and ready for more.

And my heart? Well she was in trouble.

Big trouble.