Page 23 of Blade

When I’m done with my day, I drop into the club if Emryn’s working, or I go home to my girl. Shit! We’re practically living together. I can’t remember the last time I slept in my bed at the club. I’m taking Emryn there though, tonight, after the party.

While Emryn’s out this morning doing a pregnancy photo shoot, I’m working on Ava’s car. It’s almost done. I’ve got the engine purring like a kitten. It needs a proper paint job, and Guard wants it restored to the same candy apple red as it originally was. Demon and I worked out the stripe lines, and we’re waiting for Guard’s approval before finishing her off.

A text from Emryn flashes on my screen.

Emmy: All done. On my way home. Back in 20.

Me: Meet you there.

Emmy sends a string of heart emojis.

She’s sweet, sexy, and smart. Emmy’s got everything I’ve been looking for in a partner. I love the passion she has for her work. She painstakingly goes above and beyond to capture the special moments in people’s lives in her photographs. When she furrows her brow and fully immerses in her project, she looks so adorable that I’m tempted to carry her off to bed and fuck her until we’re both exhausted.

I putter around a little longer before I wash my hands free of the grease and lock up, hop on my ride, and make my way over to Emryn’s place. This gives Emryn a chance to get home. I packed an overnight bag a couple of days ago with enough clothes for a few days, saving me a trip to the club. I explained that I wanted to get to the compound early to help the guys set up for the night, and she instantly volunteered to come along to help the ladies.

Emryn’s car is in the driveway, but when I make it to the door and ring the bell, she calls out, “It’s open.”

I don’t like it. A woman alone needs to lock her door. When I step inside, she’s pouring herself a tall glass of lemonade. She pulls another glass from her cupboard and pours one for me too. I ignore the kind gesture and get to the point.

“Babe, the door was unlocked. We talked about this,” I remind her sternly.

“I know, but you said you’d meet me. I didn’t want you to find the door locked. I know we’re in a hurry,” she explains innocently. I can see that my tone is upsetting her, but I’d rather she be pissed than walk in and find her beat to shit or worse.

“Then give me a key, but leave the door locked,” I insist.

She sets her glass down on the counter with more force than necessary, and I see the spitfire rising within her. I ignore how much the fire in her eyes is turning me on because this is important to me. Emryn’s safety takes priority over my need to fuck her senseless on her kitchen counter.

“Okay, Blade, I left the door open. Maybe I shouldn’t have, but then again, I was thinking about you because you’ve expressed, repeatedly, I’ll add, that you want to be at the club early. I was trying to move things along. However, although I appreciate your concern, I’m not loving the attitude.” She comes around the counter and defiantly puts her hands on her hips.

I feel my lips curling into a smile; at the same time, Emryn furrows her brow, questioning my sanity.

“Well?” she says, throwing out her hand.

“Why is it that whenever you get sassy, I want to fuck the sass right out of you and get to the sweet Emmy who curls herself into me,” I tell her.

“We don’t have time for that. We have a party to get to.” She tries to hide it, but I can see the grin forming on her lips. I walk right up to her, framing her face with my hands.

“No joke, babe, you gotta lock the doors. We’re in a good neighborhood, but shit happens. If I walk in here one day and find out that someone got to you, I’ll never forgive myself.” I keep my voice soft. Emryn yields and melts into me.

“I’ll give you a key,” she murmurs.

I kiss her softly. “I know a way where we can save time.” I swoop Emryn up into my arms and down the hall, passing the bedroom.

“Where—”

“We can shower together. Saves time and water,” I tease.

“Very environmentally friendly,” she replies with a giggle.

“Definitely, and it doesn’t have anything to do with getting you naked.” I wiggle my eyebrows, and a bubbling laugh erupts from Emryn. I set her down and immediately attack the buttons on her blouse as she reaches for my T-shirt, hauling it up and over my head.

I love Emryn’s body. She soft and lush in all the right places, and the ways her silky skin feels when she’s pressed up against me gets me hard as fuck. The warm water rains down over us; I stand back and watch the droplets running over her full, firm breasts, down over her stomach, and to the apex of her thighs, as she tips her head back, enjoying the spray of water gliding over her toffee-colored hair. She looks like a goddess. My goddess.

Emryn takes a washcloth, soaps it up, then runs it over my chest, shoulders, and arms. My cock is so hard it aches, turning purple and silently demanding I alleviate the agony. But I love her hands roaming over my body and stay perfectly still as she puts the cloth aside, then lathers her hands and covers my dick, gently tugging up and down, winding me up when I’m already close to blowing my load.

Moving her hands away, I give her a taste of what she’s doing to me. I turn her to face the tiled wall, and with my foot, I move her feet apart and back so that she’s bent and her plump ass is on display. Taking the soap, I lather her perky breasts and glide my hands over the sensitive nipples until she moans erotically. I continue to move one hand lower, while the other teases her nipples. My fingers play with her wet, slick pussy, sliding through her slit, then teasing her clit, circling my thumb over her most sensitive area, before feeding her two of my fingers and fucking her slow and steady.

Emryn shudders, begging me to go faster, and when I don’t, she moves in tandem with the rhythm of my strokes, urging me to hurry. I refuse to be enticed by her ass grinding into my cock. The head of my dick moves through her slit, only frustrating her more.

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