Page 19 of Stolen Mafia Vows
I fill my mouth with champagne but don’t swallow. Standing the glasses back on the rock behind Emily, I kneel between her legs, push her knees back towards her chest, and dribble champagne inside her drenched pussy. Then I lick it as it trickles back out, mingled with her juices, catching every last drop on my tongue.
Her breathing grows ragged, and her hands grip the blanket either side of her. “Eoghan… Don’t stop.”
I have no intention of stopping. Once her legs start trembling, and her pussy constricts around my tongue, I slide two fingers inside her, opening her up. “Come all over my face, Emily.”
She pants in response while I swallow her cum.
Then I grab her thighs and roll her over, dragging her hips back towards me so that her ass is in the air. Then I let her have all of me.
She rocks her pelvis back against me with each thrust until we collapse together in a heap of sweaty naked limbs on the blanket.
We don’t ride the horses back from the beach until the sun is low and the sky is streaked with crimson, and rusty shades of tangerine.
It already feels as if I’ve known Emily for a lifetime.
I know that she is studying to become a veterinary surgeon, that she likes Olivia Rodrigo, andNew Girl, and sleeps with the curtains open so that she can see the world outside if she wakes up during the night. I know that she doesn’t like peanut butter or scary movies, and that dolls freak her out because they’re too lifelike.
But it goes way deeper than collecting snippets of information about her. I know that our bodies fit together like we’re two halves of one whole. I know that touching her makes her eyes turn a darker shade of emerald, and that her scent will always remind me of sunny days on the beach.
I also know that I will protect her with my life because she is worth protecting. It isn’t every day that a woman like Emily walks into your life, and now that she has, I know that I would be an idiot to let her go.
We brush the horses down in the stables, feed them, and wander back to the house.
Emily freezes as we approach the back of the house where the glass walls have been closed around the indoor pool for the night. “Billy!” She stares at me wide-eyed. “I forgot that he’s waiting for me in the car.”
I pull her against my chest and rest my arms on her shoulders. The glow of the solar lamps around the back of the house and the garden creates a halo, turning her hair to copper, and making her eyes shine like gems.
“Don’t go.”
She inhales deeply. “I don’t want to go.”
I smile. “I’ll speak to Billy. I can take you home tomorrow. You can be back for breakfast if that’s what you want.”
Emily rests her forehead against my chest, and I breathe in the sweet citrussy aroma of her shampoo mixed with the salty breeze from the sea. The tip of her nose has turned pink, her lips are still swollen, and her hair is stringy with sand and salt water, but to me, this is Emily in all her natural, untamed glory. This is the woman I saw when she sat down beside me and asked me what card game I was playing with my brother.
“It isn’t that simple.” She gives me a lopsided smile like she doesn’t know where to begin.
“What are you worried about, Emily?” I smooth the hair away from her forehead.
“My brother will go ballistic if I don’t go home.”
“I thought they were on their honeymoon.”
“They are.” She chews her bottom lip. “But Sienna wanted to stay at the house. She … has been through a lot lately, and it’s peaceful there.”
There’s something she isn’t telling me, but that’s okay. I have all the time in the world for Emily.
“Does your brother need to know?”
She rolls her eyes. “You don’t know Kyle. I’m afraid to look at my phone. He has probably already called Billy a hundred times to ask him when he’s bringing me home. Thank God Sienna is more chilled about stuff.”
“So, speak to Sienna.” I shrug. Emily already told me that Sienna encouraged her at the airport and to come here today. “Let her handle Kyle.”
She peers up at the sky, but she hasn’t said no. “There are so many stars here.”
I don’t have the heart to tell her that there are the same number of stars over New York, but they’re hidden behind a haze of pollution.
“What have you got to lose?” I kiss the tip of her nose.
