Emory never seemed to get tired, never seemed to question himself. He could do things I’d never seen anyone else do. Not to mention he could make me feel things I’d never imagined. He was a crude asshole, but he was also more than that, so much more than just that.
“Got something to say?” he asked, smirking at me.
I realized I’d been staring. “No,” I said, getting back to eating.
“Just enjoying the view. I get it.”
“What are we doing here, Emory?”
“Eating breakfast right now, I thought.”
I made a face. “You know what I mean. What’s the plan?”
“The plan is, the rest of my squad shows up eventually and they capture Omar. Meanwhile, we lay low and keep you safe.”
“So we just sit here?”
“That’s it, princess. What did you expect? We go running after the bad guys, guns blazing, baby tucked under your arm?”
“No,” I said, getting annoyed, “but I thought we’d be doing something. There are terrorists here.”
“Yeah, there are. And like I said, they’ll be caught and taken care of.”
“You can help with that.”
His eyes narrowed. “My orders are to take care of you.”
“I’m worried, Emory.”
“I know, but be careful what you say, princess.”
I realized that I had crossed a line when I’d suggested that he wasn’t doing enough. He’d already done more than enough. I was just tired and upset. But I wasn’t about to apologize to him and listen to him brag about it for the next few days or however long we’d be staying in this crappy place.
“Here,” he said after a minute. “Let me take Mason. You can go nap or shower or whatever. Or maybe finish eating.”
“You have to eat,” I said.
He stood up. “I’m done.”
I looked at his plate and it was empty. “Wow. You inhaled that. How is that even possible?”
“Another little trick I learned. You eat when you can and you do it fast.”
I couldn’t help but smile and shake my head. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. Give me the little man.”
I handed Mason off to him and Emory rocked Mason in his arms.
“Be careful,” I said.
“Sure. I’ll make sure I don’t throw him out a window.”
He walked into the other room, bouncing Mason in his arms.
I sighed, shaking my head. This was going to be more complicated than I had thought.
But at least I had delicious food.
Maybe I could get used to this so long as Emory kept cooking.
18
Emory
I could see the tension behind her eyes. The last few days were taking a toll on her, which was to be expected.
She wasn’t exactly built to take this sort of stress, not like I fucking was. I knew how much punishment I could take and keep on going, but she had no clue how strong she could be.
But she’d find out sooner than she wanted, I was willing to bet. The shit wasn’t over, not by a long shot, not while Omar was still out there.
Her words kept ringing in my head as I bounced Mason on my lap. I could be out there trying to find the terrorists that were in our country. I knew they were planning something, but I didn’t know exactly what yet. And I wasn’t even going to find out, because my orders were to stay with the girl and the baby.
I hated being a babysitter. But as I bounced Mason in my lap and watched him laugh, I realized that sooner or later I was going to have to do this. He was my son after all. I was going to have to get used to being around him.
That didn’t mean I was used to being around his mother, though. Far from it. Every time she was around, I felt my cock get hard and my blood boil. All I wanted was to press my thick cock between her legs, deep inside of her, to hear her gasp, hear her beg my name.
After she was finished eating breakfast, maybe a half hour later, she headed upstairs. I could hear her up there in the shower, the water running. As I bounced Mason, I pictured his mother completely naked, warm water running down her firm skin, her nipples hard, her lips parted.
More distraction. This whole thing had been one long exercise in seeing whether or not I could control myself, and so far I fucking couldn’t. Not that I really wanted to, but that was the problem. I should keep my hands to myself, but the only place I wanted to put them was between Tara’s legs.
I looked down at Mason and realized that the little guy was starting to fall asleep. He’d drift off and then wake up when I bounced him. I grinned to myself and stood up.
I had to admit, he was fucking cute as hell. Watching him nodding off like that made me feel that thing in my chest again, whatever it was supposed to be. I carried Mason up the stairs and into Tara’s bedroom. I slowly placed him down in the crib and watched him as he drifted off to sleep, his little baby chest rising and falling.
The kid looked like me. That was for sure. And he was probably the easiest baby I’d ever heard of, though I didn’t really know anything about babies.
The first night I met Tara came back to me then. With the way she moved, the way she fucked, I couldn’t believe that she had been a fucking virgin. I probably wouldn’t have been so rough, so fucking hard on her, if I had known. But she’d loved it, seemed to love having my thick cock slam between her legs. She took me like she was fucking built for it, like it was the only thing in the world she wanted. The way she looked at me drove me absolutely fucking wild.
And I couldn’t stop myself. I stood up and moved out of the bedroom. The shower had stopped, so I knocked on the door once.
“Yeah?” Tara called out.
I opened the door. “Mason is asleep.”
She stood there staring at me, her body wrapped in a towel. “Okay. You can’t just come in here.”
I slipped inside and shut the door behind me. “Tell me to leave.”
“Emory, what are you doing?”
I took a step toward her. “Go ahead. Tell me to leave.”
“Emory.” She bit her lip, taking a half step back.
I caught her up by the waist and pulled her tight against me. She gasped as I tugged her towel off, letting it drop to the ground.
Her body was tight and still damp, her skin soft from the warm water. I kissed her neck and she let out a soft moan, not fighting me, not pushing back.
“Tell me to stop if you don’t want it,” I whispered in her ear.
“Don’t be an asshole, Emory,” she said.
I crushed my mouth against hers, kissing her hard. Her tongue entered my mouth as her hands wrapped around my neck.
I couldn’t stop myself. My cock was fucking hard as hell as I found a condom in my pocket and tossed it onto the counter. Tara began working at my belt, pulling it open and unbuttoning my jeans.
I pulled off my jeans, kicking them aside, and kissed her neck, her chest, her hard nipple. My hands found her cunt, and she was soaking wet already, dripping and slick.
“What were you thinking about?” I asked her.
“What?”
“In the shower. What were you thinking about?”
I began to softly rub her clit as I took a handful of her hair and tipped her chin back. She gasped as I easily slid my fingers deep inside her fucking pussy, pushing them deep up her cunt.