Stolen Course (Wrecked and Ruined #2)(27)

His hands come up and grip my hips, pulling me off balance. I fall forward, catching my body with an arm by his head. My hair falls like a curtain around us. I don't take my eyes off him as I start to ride. His hands stay on my hips, flexing his fingers every few strokes. The burn starts within, and I know with this man it won't take long for my orgasm to take over. Seeking out that spot where my world falls apart, I move faster above him. His eyes go from hooded in lust to some other emotion I can't I figure out with my foggy brain. Whatever. I’ll worry about it later.

I f*ck him hard, forgetting the whole screwed-up world around us.

“Damn it. Slow down, Emmy. This isn’t a race," I hear him whisper hoarsely, but I'm so lost in feeling that it sounds a million miles away.

"No, don’t stop. I’m close," I moan and greedily grind down on him. I hear him chuckle, and I flash my eyes to his. He's smirking at me. Of course he is.

“You’ve had your fun, sweetheart, but let me show you who's really in control here.”

With a yelp, I’m picked up and flipped over. Caleb somehow magically manages to stay in me the entire way over.

"Hold on to the headboard, baby." The look in his eye has me complying without question.

Fucking me hard, fast, and deeper than I ever thought possible, he shows me exactly who’s in control, and as much as I want to hate it—I f*cking love every second.

A sheen of sweat covers his body, and I rake my nails down his back as I quicken.

"Oh God, Caleb!" I writhe under him.

I hear him growl as I tighten around his dick. With one last thrust, he stills and shakes as he empties his release inside me. It feels like he is coming forever, but he finally drops on top of me with a sigh. With a sated smile, he kisses my lips several times before looking into my eyes.

"That, Emmy, was one hell of a good time.”

I give Caleb my best sexy smile and pull him down so he hovers just over my lips. "You are a f*cking *, Caleb Jones, but I think I love your cock."

I feel him as he laughs out loud. His whole body shakes, and the movement sparks something inside me anew.

“Round two?” I ask, rolling my hips as he softens inside me. My words only cause him to laugh harder.

“Shit. As much as I’d like to say hell yeah, I think it’s wiser for me to start a cold shower for you, because it’s going to be a few minutes before I’m up for more. Jesus, woman. That was amazing.”

He steals the words right out of my mouth. Although I would have used an exclamation point.





STARING UP at Emma’s flawless body, I know that another round is a few minutes down the agenda right now. Round one…I mean…shit. That. Was. Incredible. She drained me, and I can’t even begin to take inventory of the feelings that were flying off me. Shit. What is it about this woman that has me stumbling? Watching her try to gain control alone almost got me off. I’d love to say that I’m only interested in her for sex like I have been with every other woman since Manda, but there is no possible way for me to pretend that’s all it was. I need to take this somewhere else. Somewhere where my dick isn’t a * that’s getting all moist and sappy.

I quickly roll to the side, forcing her to the mattress beside me.

“How did we never meet?” I ask, entwining our hands. Yeah, real manly. Thankfully it’s dark, because I’m forced to roll my eyes at myself.

“I don’t know! I didn’t come up here much. Sarah and Brett always came to Savannah. My mom was terrified of flying, so they came down so they could visit the whole family at one time,” she answers, dragging her nails gently over my abs. I flinch at the sensation.

“I still think it’s crazy.” I brush her hair away from her face, punctuating it with a soft kiss on her swollen lips. Pulling her snug against my body, I roll onto my back. She immediately relaxes into me, and the feelings that wash over me—because of something so simple—taunt my already muddled heart.

“You weren’t at their wedding.” She smiles. “I was only sixteen, but I would have definitely remembered you.” She snuggles even tighter into my side.

“I didn’t know Brett until he and Sarah were already married. And don’t remind me how young you are,” I tease, rolling to face her. I tuck her long blonde hair behind her ear and gently stroke her cheek. Fuck it. I’m willing to admit it. God, this feels f*cking good.

“I’m only six years younger than you are.” She leans forward, kissing my lips. “You’re not exactly robbing the cradle.”

“You’re staying the night, right?” I trace the curve of her hip up to her breast.

“Of course. I’m a cuddler.” She nuzzles in close and yawns into my neck.

“We’ll talk in the morning, okay? But we need to figure this out. I don’t know how we are going to do it, but Emmy, I’m not going another five days without you.”

“Mmm, I agree,” she mumbles sleepily. It doesn’t take more than a few minutes for her breathing to even out, and she never rolls away—not that I would have let her even if she’d tried.

I watch my arms covered with black tattoos glide against her creamy white skin as I stroke her sides. The stark comparison is not lost on me. My dark soul is filled with hate and revenge, while Emma is filled with hope and promise. I honestly can’t even begin to figure out how we are going to make this work, but I know that I have no choice. I’m not losing Emma, and I sure as hell am not letting Sarah take her from me too.