THE RIDE HOME from the party was spent in excruciating silence.

Emery wouldn't speak to me or even look at me, but it's not like I could blame her for it. I brought her up to that bedroom, crossed every boundary we had ever set for each other, and then left her alone without an explanation.

But what was I supposed to tell her? Coming clean would be pointless. Letting her know kissing her skin was like finding a beacon of light in the fog that's surrounded me my entire life wouldn't change a damn thing. Touching her felt like coming up for air after being underwater for too long. It was so much more than a hate fuck to me, but to her, that's all it was. It was clear when she left the room with red eyes and puffy cheeks. I was a dick to her. Every tear she may have shed was one hundred percent my fault.

When the front door of my house closes behind us, she makes a beeline for the stairs, but I reach out to clasp a hand around her wrist. Now that I've tasted her... Now that I've been inside her, knowing she's angry with me is like having a knife plunge directly into my heart.

I should let her go. We should head our opposite ways and pretend tonight never happened, but I don't have the willpower to fight this tension between us. Not when I know how good it feels to slide into her. Not when I've heard her soft, pleading moans with my name rolling off her tongue as she cries out in ecstasy.

"We need to talk about this," I tell her.

"Oh, now you want to talk about it?" Tearing her wrist from my grasp, she rolls her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest. "Just like you said, Everett, we can pretend it never happened."

"Is that what you want?" I ask.

"It's what you want, so that's it. Case closed."

I fight the urge to glance down at her tits on display, propped up from her arms underneath them. There's something severely wrong with me. I shouldn't be finding her attitude hot. I shouldn't want to go for another round with her when my best friend is her ex-boyfriend of eight years, who she is still extremely close to, yet here I am, taking another step closer to her.

"You haven't even asked me if that's what I want. You're just assuming."

She stares at me like I've lost my mind. Maybe I have. "That's what you just said after we fucked, Everett! That same sentence left your mouth. Do you suddenly have amnesia?"

I take another step closer and shake my head. "I don't think so."

Emery's hair which was perfectly wavy when we left only two hours ago, is now wrecked and frizzy—the strands going in all different directions. Her red lipstick is smudged, her eyeliner smeared, yet it's the most beautiful I've ever seen her. She's a sex wreck because of me. I can't speak for her, but she gave me the best sex of my life, and now that I'm all worked up again, I'm starting not to give a fuck about Liam.

Slumping her shoulders in defeat, she blinks away tears and stares at the floor. "I get it, alright? I'm not mad about it. I don't look like most of the girls here, and although I've never considered that a bad thing, it's not your fault if you aren't attracted to my body, you know?"

I let out an annoyed scoff. "Emery—"

"You're used to girls like Chelsey, and that's completely understandable that she'd be your type. That's why I made sure always to have sex in the dark with Liam. When you reacted the way you did when we finished, when you couldn't even look at me, it made all of my biggest fears come true. So, I'm not mad at you, Everett. I'm mad at the situation. That's all."

She just revealed so much information in those short couple of sentences. I'm still trying to wrap my head around her fucking in the dark throughout her and Liam's relationship. He never saw her? He never wanted to see her?

"We can forget it ever happened. No harm, no foul," she whispers through her tears.

I close the distance between us until I'm face-to-face with her on the steps. She's two steps above me so that our height is the same, and the devastation in her eyes is enough to make me fall to my knees and beg her for forgiveness. She has no idea the hold she has over me, and I refuse to let another second go by without her knowing just how intoxicating she truly is.

Fuck what Liam will think. I'm not destined to be in a relationship, I never have been. Being alone is what I'm content with, and adding another person to the mix will ruin every barrier I've put up around myself. Still, pleasing Emery and giving into what we've both been craving is something I can handle because now that I've already had her, there's no going back.

I squeeze my hand over that section of her stomach, smiling when she inhales a sharp breath. "The reason I couldn't look at you after we fucked, Emery, is because I would have retaken you right there on that mattress. I was already getting hard again after being out of you for less than ten seconds."

She gulps, unable to speak.

"And watching you ride me, watching this recoil against me..." I squeeze that section of her stomach again. "When this section of skin moves as my cock fills you...? Nothing could ever make me want to spill inside of you more. There's a reason I've only fucked girls like Chelsey, and it's because I didn't want to be reminded of you."

"I..." She tries to find words, shaking her head to clear her thoughts.

"When we fuck, because what happened two hours ago certainly won't be the last time, all the lights stay on. I want to explore every inch of this sexy body of yours." I lean in to kiss her neck, lapping over the bruise I left earlier with my tongue. "Every freckle... Every stretch mark..." Lick. "Every roll... Every ounce of cellulite... I'll worship them, Emery, because they're a part of you."

She launches into my arms, wrapping her thighs around my waist, and I stumble backward but quickly steady myself when her lips press against mine. Fucking hell. I don't know what we just started, but it'll never stop. I don't want it ever to stop.

Now that my lips have finally met hers, I'm done for.

Earlier, I said it was a mistake because, at the time, I thought it was. But seeing Emery with those tears in her eyes afterward, hearing that she assumed I thought she was ugly? I would never be able to live with myself if she thought that. I need to prove to her that she's the most attractive girl in the world. She's consistently been the only woman on my mind for years. 

"Fuck me," she groans. "Fuck me with all the lights on, Everett. Fuck. Take me right fucking here. Right now." Tugging at the buttons of my dress shirt, two pop off and roll down the stairs, but she doesn't stop. She tears at the fabric until I'm shirtless, and she moans as her eyes scan my chest. "I've wanted to see what your chest looks like for a very long time, Everett."

I suck in a sharp breath when she moves a hand between us and traces over each ab of mine, her fingertips trailing lower and lower. "You carry me like I weigh nothing," she says.

"You aren't heavy, Emery. Didn't Liam ever..." I trail off, not wanting to ruin my chance at earning another round with her. The last thing we should discuss is Liam, but I can't wrap my head around it. What kind of sex did she have with him? Was it just missionary the entire time? Jesus, that's awful.

"I don't think I knew what an orgasm was until tonight," she whispers. "I want more, Everett. Please. Give me more." She wriggles out of my grasp until she's back on her feet, and then she pushes me down onto the small platform of the spiral staircase, stripping herself of the dress she's wearing entirely. She isn't wearing a bra, so she's naked, aside from a tiny black thong.

An otherworldly growl emits from my mouth at the sight of her. I tug her onto my lap so she's straddling me, and then I stick one of her pretty brown nipples into my mouth, fully devouring it. I leave hickeys all over it, kneading that breast with my hand, slurping the sensitive bud relentlessly until she's crying out my name. "I'm going to fuck you all night long, baby." I still as soon as the nickname leaves my lips, but she's bucking her hips, grinding on my cock.

"Oh, yes. Keep fucking calling me that," she begs.

Emery is a wild child. She's wiggling so much in my lap that keeping her still is hard. Christ, she's fucking me on the staircase for crying out loud. I'm laughing in disbelief when she unzips my jeans, tugs my cock out, and slips me inside, hissing from how swollen and tight she is.

The wetness of her is like a goddamn ocean. I'm supporting myself with one hand as I lean back, the other on her ass as that thong is pushed to the side, and she rides the fuck out of me. She rides me so intensely that my hand slips, and I land on my back, grunting and cursing and trying everything I can to hold my load from shooting into her.

My release tingles at the base of my spine, my balls drawn up tight as I watch those tits bounce and that section of her stomach recoiling. She's riding me like a fucking professional. Whatever I thought sex would be like with her, it certainly wasn't this, and I mean that in the best way possible.

"Rough," she seethes, sinking her nails into my chest. "Give it to me rough."

"Fuck, Emery, I—" With as much strength as I can muster, I smack her ass as hard as I can, and she yelps, screaming yes as she drags those nails down my chest. It stings with pleasure, and she's so wet that it's trickling down my cock and onto my balls. I've never fucked like this. It's never felt like this. "Ride your fucking cock," I tell her breathlessly. "This is your cock. All fucking yours. You hear me?"

"Yes, Ev, mine. It's fucking mine!" Her ass slams down on my thighs up and down repeatedly as I shoot off like a rocket inside of her at the nickname. My eyes roll to the back of my head, my nails sinking into her ass, but she doesn't stop riding me. Not for a second. She clenches her inner walls to milk my cock, and I'm seeing fucking stars, completely speechless when she finally unravels.

Her inner walls quiver, and then I'm met with an ungodly amount of wetness. Seeing her coming on top of me, using me to find her release, is the sexiest thing I've ever witnessed. And this time, I'm not going to fuck up her pleasure. I'll never let any doubts fill her head again.

When she collapses on me, I rub her back, still inside her, kissing her forehead and letting her know what a good job she did. I'm still trying to process the last twenty minutes. I called her baby, and I told her my cock was hers. She even said herself that it was hers. A lot can be said getting caught up in the moment, but truthfully, my cock is hers. I don't want to be doing this with anyone else. Especially not when she fucks like that.

"Shower with me," I whisper. "Come on."

She's weak from doing all of the work, so I lift her into my arms so that she's straddling me from the front and bring her upstairs to start the shower. She keeps her head on my shoulder in the crook of my neck, holding me tight, and that feeling I always get with my family... That feeling of contentment... For whatever reason, I don't want to run away from it. I want to bask in it with her in my arms like this. I never want to let her go.

I've never showered with anyone else, simply because it's one of the most intimate things you can do with someone, but I need Emery to know that there isn't a section of her body I don't appreciate.

As soon as I place her on her feet in the shower and step in behind her, I grab the loofah of hers she keeps on a hook and pour some soap on it. Then, I wash every inch of her, holding her back against my chest. The light showcases every section of her caramel skin, just like dunes in Egypt,  and I hit every spot.

She swipes away tears, her bottom lip trembling when I kiss her shoulder and bring that loofah between her legs. And then she's smiling, leaning back more into my chest as she lets out a sigh of relief. "I didn't know you could be nice," she says with a tiny laugh.

"Me either," I admit.

She takes the loofah back and does the same thing for me. I'm hard again when she runs the soap all over my body, not missing an inch, and when she strokes the loofah over my cock, I groan. "God, whatever we just started is dangerous."

Her hair is soaking wet, droplets of water running down her face. I cup her cheek with one hand, loving how she's smiling at me. For once, I'm the reason for this smile, and I don't want to do anything to fuck it up. We aren't fighting, screaming, or being snippy... We're enjoying being with each other for once, and I wouldn't trade it for the world. I've dreamt of this moment my entire life.

"This doesn't have to be serious," she whispers, the tone of the conversation growing intense. "You know I've been alone for the past couple of years, so having a relationship isn't something I want. Not after Liam."

I nod and tuck a strand of wet hair behind her ear. "I don't want anything serious either, Emery. Besides, this can't become serious. If Liam found out..."

"He won't," she promises. "He's in Wyoming. You have to admit that things feel good between us now, right? If all we need to do is fuck to keep us happy, why not? Nobody has to know."

"Such a dirty mouth," I tell her, tapping her nose.

"What are you going to do about it?" She teases, arching a brow. With one hand, she trails it between her breasts, down her stomach, until she's circling that swollen clit of hers. "Mmm..." She tilts her head to the side, eyes closed, and my god, my cock is already wet again with pre-cum. "I can't believe I've lived this long without being fucked like this. Your cock..." She moans, speeding up her fingers. "I love being filled by you."

"Fuck. Turn around," I tell her, wrapping my hand around the base. It's sore from the work she put in not even half an hour ago, but I can't stop. I want to fill her up, watch my come dribble down her thick thighs, and make her scream my name as much as possible. I've waited to do this my entire life, so I won't pass up an opportunity to sleep with her. I don't care if my dick is sore.

With her hands placed on the stone wall of the shower, I enter into her from behind, biting down on her shoulder from the feeling, and then I fuck her. Hard. I'm pounding her so hard that my balls are slapping against her cunt, and that big ass of hers has water droplets bouncing off of it as it recoils from the brutality of my thrusts. She grabs my hand and makes me wrap it around her throat, and I curse her name, knowing I will never be able to move on from her.

"Fucking rail me," she seethes through gritted teeth. "Beat this pussy up, Ev. It's all fucking yours."

I'm trying so hard not to bust, but she's making it impossible. I never knew what a dirty little mouth she had, and with all of those words rolling off her tongue so easily, it makes me wonder just how long she's thought about doing this with me.

Fuck me fuck me fuck me, and oh god, right there! And then make me fucking come. I'm about to come. I'm about to—She shatters around my cock for the fourth time tonight, and I catch her in my arms when her legs give out, holding her up while I continue to pound her, giving her no mercy. I leave hickeys down the entirety of her spine, and after five more thrusts, after another painful smack to her ass, leaving another handprint, I give her everything that's left inside of me to give.

When my cock finally stops jerking... When I can pull out, still half-hard, I rest my forehead on her shoulder, letting out a jagged breath. My body is exhausted, and it's terrifying that I only crave to wrap her in my arms right underneath my covers and fall asleep with her on my chest.

But I can't do that. Not when we both agreed for this not to be serious. Fucking is one thing. Falling asleep and cuddling with each other is another.

I wash her up again until I'm certain she's clean, and then I wrap her up in a big fluffy towel, carrying her bridal style into her bedroom. Her hair is soaking wet against my chest, and when I glance down at her face, I smile when she's asleep, snoring gently. She passed out in less than five minutes.

I don't want to wake her up, so I put her naked underneath the covers, wincing at how many marks I've created on her tonight. She's got hickeys everywhere, and my handprint is branded on both ass cheeks, but, as I've said before, I've waited a long time for this, and tonight may have just been the best one of my life.

Reaching my hand to grasp her face, I stroke my thumb over the freckles on her cheek, smiling softly. "Sweet dreams, Emery," I whisper, and with a gentle kiss on her forehead, I leave her alone despite my heart begging to stay and switch off the light.

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