Page 41 of Black Wave

I see Jameson visibly tense. I give him a once-over, trying to determine how much of a threat my frat brother is and if I like him enough to let him leave here with all his teeth.

I turn my attention back to Emma. “I’ll be in touch. I must attend to some business, but please enjoy yourself and let me know if you need anything.” I feel their eyes on me, but the only eyes I care about belong to a green-eyed vixen who stole my heart long ago.

“So, you thought you could steal from me.” I pick his head up to look at me. Well, from what he can see of me from two eyes that seem to be swelling shut as we have this conversation. “I neverwant to see you in this club again. You should be leaving here minus a limb, but I felt pretty generous this evening and I am in good spirits. I also don’t want to get my hands dirty, so to speak. Consider today your lucky day.”

I have the bouncers escort him out of my room, and after they leave, I trail behind, returning to the VIP section. It’s almost closing time, and I notice that Emma is intoxicated. Jameson is hovering like a vulture, and my blood pressure rises.

“Este vato.” He is fucking dead, brother or not.

He hands her a cup, trying to get her to drink water. I can’t believe she got this drunk. She sways back and forth. Jameson clings to her, and I see fucking red. He may be trying to help her, but his intentions aren’t strictly honorable.

I call Philip and have him get the car ready to take Emma and her friend home. It looks like her friend has other plans though, so I go up to Emma when I can’t take it anymore.

“Philip is taking you home. Get rid of Jameson, Emma. The only name you are going to be screaming tonight is mine.”

Her eyes dilate, and she whispers in my ear, “I’ll hold you to that, babe.”

I touch her cheek, feeling Jameson watching us.

She walks over to him, and he asks her questions, looking at me. I walk off, not needing to deal with this exchange. I know who will be with whom later tonight. I see Jameson at Emma's side as she sways a bit, and he holds her. Philip brings the car up to the door and gets in after her. I see her drive away without me for the last time.

I pull up in my black Porsche 911 turbo at Emma’s apartment complex. I quickly get out and hit the lock on my key fob. Philiptold me he dropped Emma off about thirty minutes ago and took a very dejected-looking Jameson home right after she closed the door in his face. He tried to enter her apartment, but my girl sent him away. I know she is alone, and I plan to take advantage of this alone time with her.

I take the steps two at a time and barely reach the landing when she opens the door. She stares at me while sipping something from her Stanley cup. Her face is washed free of makeup, and she wears a cropped tank and sleep shorts. I look her up and down in a slow perusal. I have never seen her look more beautiful. It’s so similar to when we were younger, and I swear I feel like a kid again. I was pining for a girl I had to let go of. If I had known when I gave her that necklace for her birthday, all those years ago, that it would be the last time I would see her, I would have taken more time with her. That’s the thing about good-bye. Sometimes, you're not lucky enough to have one. Emma knows this more than I do, and my heart pains at her having to endure that hardship and more all alone.

She smiles brightly at me, opens the door wide, and heads back inside. I trail behind her like a love-sick puppy. She places her drink on the table next to where the roses I sent her are standing on full display.

“Nice roses,” I say with a smirk playing at the corner of my mouth.

“Oh, do you like them?” she asks, quirking an eyebrow upward. “My boyfriend got them for me. I hope that’s not a problem for you?”

“Definitely not a problem for me. Maybe for Jameson though?” I ask in question as I move toward her.

“He was rather upset when I sent him home.” She pretends to be upset about his departure, casting her eyes toward the ground, pursed lips.

I move in quickly, catching her off guard, and she squirms with delight as I wrap my hands around her waist and pull her to me. My fingers dig into her waist, and she fights the urge to laugh. She’s always been ticklish.

“Just in case you were wondering, Emma…” I pause as I bring my mouth to her neck, trailing light kisses up to her ear. “I don’t give a fuck about Jameson,” I say harshly.

She shudders as my breath lays heavy on her ear. I kiss my way over to her cheek and pull back slightly as I reach her mouth. I stare at her. “You are fucking mine.” I smash my lips to hers, and she opens her mouth to allow entry. I suck on her tongue and deepen the kiss.

“Where is your bedroom?” I take off my jacket and drape it over the chair. I undo the cufflinks on my dress shirt and unbutton it, taking it off and draping it along with where my jacket resides.

She just watches me, making me smile to see how I affect her. Her eyes widen when I go for my belt buckle, undoing it and my pants as they fall to the floor in a swoop, pooling around my ankles.

I step out of them, and my socks and shoes are all discarded on the floor. I stand in my boxers with my hard cock sticking out the top, my tip glistening. She is zoned in on it and involuntarily licks her lips. My cock twitches, and the mirth in her eyes says she saw it.

“If you keep looking at me like that, Emma, I will fuck you for our first time on this carpet.”

She walks up to me. Her one hand touches my cock, rubbing the precum around the tip, making me hiss at the contact of her fingers. “Maybe later,” she says. “Tonight, I want you to fuck me properly in a bed.” She sticks her finger in her mouth and sucks my arousal from it.

That does it. I lift her up as if she weighs nothing. She wraps her legs around my waist as I walk through the door she pointed to as her bedroom.

“All night…” she trails off as she brings her lips to mine, and I lose myself in an all-consuming kiss.

CHAPTER 23

Emma

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