Page 20 of Fixing Emilee

“That’s right, Butterfly. Silence doesn’t work for me. Let me hear how much you like my dick inside you.” At that, her tight pussy becomes even tighter, triggering my release. I moan out her name loudly as she does the same. We stay like this trying to catch our breath with me still deep inside her. That’s when it hits me that we didn’t use protection. “Shit, Butterfly, we didn’t use a condom,” I say as she moves to lay beside me. She’s quiet as she starts lazily rubbing her palm over my chest. My body starts shaking from more than the fantastic orgasm I just had. “I’m so sorry…”

“Baby, stop,” she says, staring up at me. “I was told last year that I can’t have kids, and plus, I’m on birth control.” Oh shit. I don’t know what to say, so I get up and go across the hall, thankful that no one is home. Grabbing a washcloth, I run it under the warm water, wringing out the excess.

Going back into the bedroom, I see she’s still where I left her. Taking the rag, I clean up the mess we made between her thighs. I’m not going to lie, the sight of me running out of her simultaneously scares me and turns me on. “Why can’t you have kids?” I say once I’m done handing her pants and my shirt.

“When I was fifteen, I had horrible stomach pains, and when Mom took me to the doctor, they found a cyst the size of a softball on my ovaries. It was removed on my sixteenth birthday. After that, they diagnosed me with PCOS and said I wasn’t producing eggs. I was also put on birth control to help with my heavy periods.” She says this like it isn’t a big deal, but to me, it sounds like it is a huge deal.

“Is there anything that they can do for you?” I ask because I really want to know.

“No, not that I know of,” she says as she yawns.

I laugh, “Tired?”

“Yeah, someone I know couldn’t keep it in his pants,” she grins. Pulling down the cover, I crawl into the bed on the side nearest the wall pulling her to me.

“Can I ask you something?” I say into her hair.

“Of course, you can. You never have to ask me that.”

“What did you mean when you told my mom you cared about me?”

She turns her whole body toward me. “What do you think I mean, dummy? I really, really like you. I want to be yours again. I know it has only been five weeks since you moved here, but I know what I want, and that’s you.”

I pull her lips to mine with a kiss that I hope tells her everything I feel since my words are currently stuck in my throat. We both moan simultaneously, and I take the opportunity to slip my tongue inside her mouth, loving the taste and feel of her. Her hands go into my hair and pull on it. All the blood rushes to my quickly-hardening cock. I deepen the kiss, but we can’t do it again. Panic attacks typically leave the person tired, and we already had one round of fantastic sex. Add that to the emotions going through her today; she must be exhausted. Pulling back, I give her another peck on her amazing lips.

“You need to rest, Butterfly,” I say when she whines. “We have plenty of time for that.” She smiles at me. Her eyes close, but I can’t let her go to sleep without telling her that I want her too. “Hey, Em,” I say, and she slowly opens her eyes. “There was never a time that you weren’t mine, but if you need to hear it, I’ll tell you again. Emilee, you are mine.” That earns me the biggest smile I have ever seen on her beautiful face.

In no time, she’s asleep in my arms with her head on my chest. Zak texts me back, saying he will come straight home. I pull my girl tighter, and for the first time in two weeks, I go straight to sleep, not worrying about anything. I don’t know how long I’ve been asleep, but when I wake up, the first thing I do is reach out for Emilee, but all I get is a handful of cold sheets. Sitting up so quickly that I get dizzy, I start to panic.

Where is she? She couldn’t leave because she has no way home, but where is she? I stop long enough to calm myself down, and that’s when I hear her laugh. It’s coming from downstairs. I can’t determine who she’s talking to until I reach the last step. Turning the corner, I see her sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee and laughing with my best friend. My world feels perfect, right, and complete at the scene in front of me.

CHAPTER NINE

My first conscious thought is that it’s too hot, then it’s too quiet. My fan, that’s what’s missing. No matter the weather, I have to sleep with a fan on. We must have lost power while I took a nap. Sighing, I snuggle deeper into the pillow, trying to fall back into the dream I was so rudely pulled from. Squeezing my eyes tighter to block out the light streaming through the window, I beg my body to let me fall back asleep. The dream is right there. I can almost sink back into it, but I’m too uncomfortable. Without my fan, I won’t be able to fall back asleep. Maybe if I rolled over to face the other way, getting out of the sunlight, I would cool off enough. I try to push my body up and flip over, but something heavy is holding me down.

My body instantly freezes while my thoughts run wild. Without moving too much, I try to figure out what is laying across my stomach, but with my eyes shut, it’s no use. Barely cracking them open, I risk looking down, but I still can’t find out what’s holding me because it’s hidden beneath the cover. Wait, this isn’t my bedding. My sheets are green and black, not blue. What the fuck? The fog from the nap fully makes its way out of my brain, and everything that happened today comes rushing back in. I’m not at my house. Instead, I’m in a complete stranger’s house, and Parker is wrapped around me, holding me tightly to him. I could have sworn all that was a dream. A smile forms on my face as I lift the cover to see his tan arm. Lifting it up an inch, I’m able to roll over. The man pressed against my back is real and not a part of my imagination.

His handsome face is squished, but he looks relaxed. A serene look of being at peace and truly happy also graces it. The wrinkles that seem like a permanent fixture on his forehead are nonexistent. His long black lashes rest on his sharp cheekbones, hiding his piercing blue eyes from me. Some of his hair has escaped the hair tie that was holding it back and is now laying over half of his face. Guilt racks me at how wrong I was about him. Everyone told me I didn’t have the whole story, but I was too stubborn or scared to listen, depending on who you asked. He is the good guy he promised me he was. Brushing his hair back, his eyelids flutter, and I hope he’s about to wake up, but a small smile forms as he rolls over to lay on his back. Now that the weight of his arm is off my stomach, my bladder starts screaming that it’s full and I need to fix it. I could stay here watching him sleep all day, but I don’t want to piss the bed. Leaning down, I place a kiss over his heart and whisper, “I love you.”

Slowly, so I don’t disturb him, I roll over, getting out of bed, heading across the landing to the bathroom. I feel like an intruder using someone else’s bathroom, but what choice do I have? Above the sink is a huge mirror, taking up most of the wall. The only way to avoid looking at it is to stare at the sink or floor. Turning the water off, I let my gaze linger on my reflection.

The difference between past and present me might not be able to be seen by someone who doesn’t know me well, but I see it. Past me was a shell of a person, lifeless, with no hope in my eyes. Now not only is hope shining bright in them, but also what must be love. The brown is no longer dull and dark but light, and I fucking swear there is a sparkle. Hell, even my hair looks livelier. A smile forms on my face because, for the first time in what feels like forever, I don’t hate the person I see staring back at me. There are things that I still need to work on, but I’m starting to love who I am.

Pulling the door open, I step out into the small hallway. Looking into the open door of Parker’s room, I struggle with deciding whether I should wake him or crawl back into his arms. A throat clears from the top of the stairs and to my left, causing me to jump back, hitting my elbow on the door.

A laugh bubbles out of my mouth, “Fuck, that hurts. Why is it called the funny bone? Nothing about this is funny.”

“So, you’re the girl who broke his heart?”

Rubbing my arm, I move away from the voice until my back is flat against the wall. Standing on the top stair, not a foot away from me, is a guy slightly taller than me. Like Parker, he’s wearing a leather jacket, stained jeans, and motorcycle boots, but his t-shirt has a ridiculous saying on it, making me groan. It reads, “Ask me about my greatest asset?” with an arrow pointing to his crotch. This has to be Parker’s best friend. “Zak?” I ask quietly.

“Who else would I be? This is, after all, my house,” he says, crossing his arms.

Whoa, he isn’t shying away from his apparent disdain for me, is he? His eyes take me in from my feet to my eyes, and a small sneer forms on his face. Internally, I cringe away from him but don’t let him see. No matter how badly I want to run back into the room, hiding with Parker until he wakes up and can protect me, I can’t. Even though Parker and I were played and manipulated, I hold most of the blame for hurting him. Therefore, I can’t blame or get pissed off at Zak for how he feels toward me. At the end of the day, I hurt his best friend. Our talk fixed everything with Parker, but now I need to do the same with the individuals who love him as much as I do.

They need reassurance that I won’t do it again. Standing up straight, pulling my shoulders back, holding out my hand, “While I wasn’t alone in the blame, I am the girl who was stupid, refused to listen, and in the end, broke his heart. But more importantly, I’m the girl that will work harder than she ever has before to put it back together again. I’m not sure what all you or Luna went through these past weeks, but I do apologize for everything.” I pull in as much air as possible, finishing my speech. “I can’t promise that Parker and I will never be at odds again. I mean, we are human, after all. But I can and will make a promise that I’ll always listen to him and will never act the way I did toward him again. By the way, my name is Emilee. Nice to meet you.”

The entire time I’ve been ranting like a crazy person, my hand has been outstretched in front of me. He hasn’t moved an inch the whole time. He’s leaning on the handrail with his hands on his hips and that damn sneer on his face. The urge to squirm under his gaze is strong, but I fight to keep myself still. Maybe this was a bad idea. If Parker’s best friend doesn’t forgive me, what kind of strain will that put on us? No, fuck that. I can’t keep backing down from everything that scares me. I meant every last word that came out of my mouth. I’m going to fix this. It won’t be easy, but this is the first test I have to pass. Finally, his sneer turns to a megawatt smile, and he shakes my hand. “I’m going to hold you to that promise. I hope you know that.”

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