Page 41 of Blade

Twenty-Two

Made My Point

Emryn

I wake up with a heavy arm slung over my middle. I feel safe. I always feel that way when I’m with Blade. There’s a gushy, warm feeling in my belly as his hand moves under my top, his rough hand gliding over my bare flesh.

All the sadness disappears when Ben is close, and things get better when his hands are on me.

“Emmy, baby.” Ben’s voice is low and sexy. It caresses me like a warm whisper.

“Mmm,” is all I manage to get out, then a gasp when his hand changes direction and slides down and into my panties. “Ben.”

“Yeah, that’s my girl. I love the way you sound when you’re aching for me.”

I’m more than aching for him. I want him desperately. His finger slides through my wet, slick slit, his thumb circling my clit. I writhe under his hand, and he pushes two fingers inside me, pumping them in and out. My lower half moves with the rhythm of his thrusts. His teeth nip gently at my shoulder, then my neck, and his mouth comes to my ear.

“That’s it, Emmy, give it to me. I want it, baby. I wanna hear my woman call my name,” he urges. I climb higher and higher to the point of no return. I want to fall over the cliff and float into the euphoric abyss of my climax.

“Ben,” I moan his name. “I need you. I need you inside me.”

“Next time you get my cock, but for now, I want to make you come with my fingers in that tight pussy,” he growls in my ear.

I’m so close to shattering into pieces as his finger works my clit. The sound of his voice is so hot that I almost come, but it’s not until his free hand plucks at my nipple, enough to feel the bite but never hurting me, that my orgasm hits. And it’s glorious. My body is racked by spasms as he holds me tightly in his arms, his lips on the pulse throbbing at my neck as he whispers delicious words of praise.

“My beauty, all mine,” he says.

I turn my head to meet his eyes. “All yours,” I whisper in return. His lips brush over my own.

Blade

I wait for Emmy to come down from her orgasmic high, then sit up and move her to sit facing me, with her legs on either side of mine, one hand on her waist, and the other cupping her chin, to keep her attention.

“God knows I don’t want to bring this up in bed right after I made you come and you still have that dreamy expression on your face, but we have to talk about your brother. What he did isn’t right, and you know it, babe. You want me to let it go, fine, I will. This time,” I say, emphasizing the last two words so she understands where this is going. “I’m the kind of man who looks after his woman, and ignoring what Ryan is doing to you is not in my nature. And I hate to point this out, but allowing him to think he can get away with this shit is enabling him. You’re telling him it’s okay to keep doing what he’s doing, and he isn’t taking just from you.” I pause, and she pulls her lower lip between her teeth. I feel her body go taut, but I keep going. “I love you, Emryn. I love your good heart, beautiful mind, artistic flair, and everything you are. You’re made for me, and I think I’m made for you.”

Quickly, she replies, “I love you too.”

I place my finger on her lips. “Hush, baby, I’m not done.” She gives a slight nod, and I continue. “I can’t watch Ryan do this to you over and over again. We have to come to some sort of understanding. You don’t want me to call the cops and report it.” She vehemently shakes her head. “Yeah, I promised, and I won’t. I’m fairly certain beating the shit out of him to teach him a lesson is off the table.” Her eyes grow wide, and her jaw drops open. “I promised and I won’t.” Emryn lets out the breath she sucked in. “So, you tell me, how do I take care of you, and the option that I can’t is off the table.”

“Ryan wasn’t always this person,” she says quietly.

“I get that you want your brother back, the one you knew and loved, but he’s not the one showing up at your door and stealing your shit to suit his own needs. He took your livelihood away, Emmy. I have no problem buying all new cameras and whatever else you need?—”

“I won’t let you!”

“Yeah, you will.”

“I won’t.” Her brows furrow, and she crosses her arms over her chest, looking incredibly stubborn and completely adorable at the same time.

“Can we finish one discussion before getting into another? Ryan first. Here’s what I propose. I send him a message.” She moves to speak, and I lift my hand. “Neither I nor anyone else will lay a hand on him. Ryan will be told that he’s not welcome in this town until he makes good on what he took from you. If he chooses, the doors will be open for him. If he’s in trouble, he needs to come clean and tell me. But until he’s ready to respect you and me, he’s not getting within fifty feet of you. I think that’s fair.”

“He’ll call.”

“Yeah, and he’ll try to get you to go to him. You need to be strong because in the long run, this is going to go really bad if Ryan doesn’t make a change.”

“I can be tough,” she replies, not very convincingly. I chuckle.

“You’ll get there, and I’ll help you.” My reward is the beautiful smile that curves her lips. “Now, before we get into the next discussion, let’s get breakfast, and I can win on a full stomach.”

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