Page 19 of Fixing Emilee

Leaning down, I kiss the end of the scar as a tear lands on her arm. I watch it roll off before I say, “You didn’t, though.” Raising my gaze up her arm unit, it collides with hers. They are swimming with tears. I place my hand on her cheek. “You didn’t, baby.”

“No, honey, I didn’t. Tiffani came in and was helping me get to Levi. We ran into the asshole in the hallway, but he refused to leave us alone. All my focus was on not dying.” She looks down as the tears start to flow down her face. I pull her head back up, and she leans into my palm. “Parker, tell me everything, please. I need to know the truth.”

She mirrors me, placing her hand on my cheek as I tell her my version of what happened. Neither of us moves even to wipe the tears as they never stop for either of us. I’m not the kind of man to be embarrassed by my emotions. What we went through was tragic, and it hurt. She listens to me and the recording. When I’m done, she asks a question that floors me because I have no clue what she’s talking about. “What about the Facebook post?”

“What Facebook post? I don’t have social media, Butterfly,” I say while wiping her tears away and wiping my own. She shakes my hands from her face sliding off the bed. I turn to stop her but let her go. Looks like she still likes to pace when she thinks. I fight back a smile because even though I think she’s cute, this is not the moment to smile.

“Don’t lie to me, Parker, please. All I want is the truth. The account that made the post said it belongs to you..” Reaching into her pocket, she pulls out her phone and starts scrolling through it like a mad woman. Turning it around, I see a picture filling the screen, I snatch the phone from her hand, and my stomach drops. It’s a screenshot of the stunning image she sent me. The one where she’s wearing nothing but her sexy bra and panties. Bile threatens to coat the phone as my stomach twists.

“Butterfly,” I gasp, grabbing her hand and pulling her, so she sits on my lap. “I didn’t know about this; no one has said anything to me. I swear I didn’t post this.” I pull her into my chest, holding her tight, willing her to believe me. “Fuck this,” I growl out and pick up my phone, pulling up the contact for the only person cruel enough to do this. I put the call on speakerphone, laying it between us on her lap.

“What, Parker?” Christian doesn’t sound happy, but I wouldn’t be either with a re-broken nose. Emilee pulls back, looking at my phone like she doesn’t believe I called him.

Rubbing her back, I answer him, “The Facebook post? Was it you?” I feel Em start to shake. “Butterfly, breathe. You’re safe in my arms, I promise,” I whisper in her ear, watching as she closes her eyes briefly.

A long sigh comes through the phone, and I wish I was face-to-face with him so I could punch him again.

I’m about to repeat myself when my girl surprises me as she speaks up, “Christian, did you do this?”

“Lee?” he sounds just as shocked as me.

“Don’t fucking call me that. Did you bastards post that picture of me? How did you even get the damn thing? I think I deserve the fucking truth, don’t you?” We both stare at my phone, waiting for him to answer her.

“Answer her,” I growl.

“Yes, Emilee. The same afternoon Vanessa went through Parker’s phone she saw the picture. I decided to put it on Facebook. She found out you had an account. My idea was to make a fake one under Parker’s name.”

Emilee’s gaze shoots to my face as she says more calmly than I would have been able to, “Thank you for telling me the truth. But from here on out, do not talk to me, do not look at me, and never put your fucking hands on me. Fuck you, and for the love of god fuck off.”

She picks up my phone and hangs up on him without allowing him time to say anything. Instead of handing me the phone, she starts going through it, looking for something. I have nothing to hide, so I wrap my arms around her, basking in her warmth. After she pushes a few buttons, the room fills with a song I recognize. “Can You Hold Me” by NF starts playing through the speaker, and I smirk at her because what she wants is written on her face.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t believe my heart when it told me you weren’t a bad guy, baby,” she says, holding my hands with hers. I stand up, placing one hand under her knees and one around her back. I pick her up, put her on the bed, and crawl over her. I stop halfway down to her face, staring at her plump, gorgeous lips. I want her to finish and meet me halfway. She doesn’t leave me waiting. When she leans up, closing her mouth around mine, it feels like the last piece of my broken soul slides into place. Pulling me down, she opens her legs and wraps them around me.

I’m home finally, after two long weeks. Emilee tastes so good, and like a starved man, I devour her. Pulling a moan from her, I slide my tongue past her plump lips. All my blood rushes to my dick, making it painfully hard. She pushes her hands under my hoodie and shirt, running her nails along my chest. I pray she leaves marks on me for everyone to see. My hips shoot forward, groaning out loud at the feel of her hands on my overheated body. Pulling back, breaking our kiss but keeping my hips firmly against hers, I look into her hooded eyes.

“Baby, we don’t have to do this right now. I just want to hold you in my arms. God, how I missed the feeling of you against me,” I say. My voice sounds like I swallowed gravel. She doesn’t say anything. She leans up, pulling up her sweater and shirt, leaving her in the sexiest lime green bra I have ever seen. Pulling my eyes from her hard nipples poking through the material is the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

“Fuck me, Em. I need you to say it. Tell me you are okay with this before I combust. That you want, no, that you need this as bad as me,” I beg against her lips.

Leaning up, supporting her weight with her elbows, she licks up my neck, stopping at my ear. “Parker, if you don’t make love to me right now, I swear I will go into the bathroom and finish myself. You will just have to sit here and listen to the sounds of me getting myself off, not you.”

“Fuck that, Butterfly. If you’re going to moan, it will be because I’m either ball deep in your fine pussy, or my tongue is as you ride my face.” Leaning forward just enough that she lays back down, I kiss her neck, nipping as I go. Her hips shoot off the bed, grinding on me every time I do. I move the straps of her bra down her arms freeing her tremendous tits. Latching onto one of her hard pink nipples, I suck it into my mouth as she threads her hands in my hair, pulling me closer. After I pay that nipple enough attention, I switch to the other while pulling and pinching the one I just left.

“Parker,” she moans, making my dick start leaking into my underwear. It’s painfully hard, straining against my zipper, begging me to let it out. If she doesn’t stop grinding on me, I will come in my pants, which isn’t an option.

I lean back on my legs, popping the button on her jeans, taking them and her underwear down her legs. “Here I am all spread out, ready for you, and you are wearing too many clothes,” she says breathlessly, staring at me from under her lashes. Reaching back, I pull my shirt over my head, throwing it behind me. Before I can remove my pants, she leans up and starts to trail kisses down my chest and over my abs.

Throwing my head back, I let out a groan that sounds animalist. She pushes me back, so I’m laying with my head at the foot of the bed. She trails kisses down me as my cock becomes harder than I could ever imagine. Stroking me through my jeans, she says, “Let’s get him out of there, that looks painful.” God if she only knew.

She pulls my pants down, taking my boxers with them. My dick hits my stomach, leaving a wet spot. She leans down, licking the spot on my stomach, and damn, that is the hottest shit I have ever seen. “Em… I can’t… I need to be inside you now,” I say. My girl grins up at me, loving what she does to my body. Crawling up my legs, she straddles me, and I instantly feel how wet she is. Placing my hands on her hips, I stare at her as she takes the head of my dick and rubs it up and down her pussy lips. My hips shoot forward as I try to sink into the warmth she’s teasing me with. “Butterfly,” I groan as she drops down on me, taking my entire length in one go.

“Parker,” she moans, throwing her head back in ecstasy and closing her eyes. My eyes roll to the back of my head. The way her pussy grips me makes me feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven.

Grabbing onto her hips, I help her raise up and down on me. I thrust upward as I bring her down, my balls slapping her ass, and the sound of our bodies meeting fills the room. She’s squeezing me so tight, I don’t know how long I will last inside her. I feel the tingle shooting down my spine, telling me I’m about to bust. “Butterfly, I need you to touch yourself. I’m about to come, but I want to feel you come on my cock first.”

She looks down at me, nodding. I slow down our motion so she can reach between us. She reaches back to where we are connected, gathering some of her juices on her fingers and brings them back to her clit where she starts slowly stroking herself. She’s making this sexy little sound, driving me wild.

Picking up my speed and thrusting, I feel her inner walls flutter, pulsing around me. Looking up, she’s biting her lip, trying to keep quiet. That isn’t going to work for me. I reach up, pinching her nipples hard, making her cry out, “Parker!”

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