OWEN
The ice around my heart shatters into a million pieces as I stare down at the gorgeous woman with her lips wrapped around my cock.
The walls have come cascading down without me even realizing it, which actually makes all of this even more special.
With my hands knotted up in her hair, I can’t help but wonder if I’m falling in love.
Although with her tongue circling around my tip, it’s hard for me to worry about that.
“Fucking hell, Emma, your mouth is…” Ooh, okay.
She nibbled then.
We haven’t really done things this way around, but I like it.
Now she’s going to push me to the edge.
This is why I never feel like I have to hold back with her, because she knows exactly how to drive me to the knife edge of desire without even trying.
Her teeth reach my hyper sensitive tip.
This pinch really is painful, but I like it. It makes me want to ram my cock down the back of her throat, but I’m trying my hardest not to.
If Emma wants to be in control of the situation, then I want that too.
“Get down on the floor,” Emma murmurs with my cock in her mouth.
It’s like she doesn’t want to let me go just yet. “I need you on your back.” Phew, the commands are sexy.
I’m always the one commanding and making demands.
I wonder how I’ll cope being submissive to her.
There’s a shaggy rug on the cabin floor, but Emma doesn’t want me to lie there. She centers me on the wooden floor, smirking at the discomfort.
So now she’s going to punish me.
Interesting.
Naked, she throws her leg over me and straddles me, lightly stroking her soaking wet slit along me.
If that wasn’t sexy enough, her hands slide around my throat.
“What the hell are you doing to me?” I moan excitedly.
“Shut up, you,” she growls. “You don’t get to talk tonight.”
Her fingers curl a little tighter. I can sense Emma being a little careful with me, much more than I am with her, but fuck it feels good.
I couldn’t ever imagine myself being submissive to anyone else in the world.
Only Emma.
She’s the only one who could possibly bring that side out of me.
“I’m going to fuck your brains out,” she tells me, looming over me. “And I want your hands all over my body as we fuck, do you hear me? I want you to touch me everywhere.”
I nod, behaving exactly as she wants me to, while I watch on in awe.
She angles herself above me, soaking my tip with her wet pussy, but she doesn’t drive me into her just yet.
I have to admit, it’s really hard for me not to be in control.
I keep bucking my hips, trying to drive into her, but she holds me down.
Emma has all the power tonight and she needs me to know it.
“Behave, you,” she says with a smirk. “Or I won’t give you any of me.”
I stay as still as I can, even with a shiver racing through me, and finally I’m rewarded for my patience.
She slams down onto me, allowing me to fill her up deeply.
But not just the once-Emma grips onto my chest, while she rocks back and forth, riding me hard and fast.
Her nails dig into the skin of my throat now, but I don’t even notice the pain.
All I can see is the love in her eyes.
I’m not the only one falling in love… she is too.
We might be headed for disaster, there is definitely going to be an implosion, but I don’t care about that. I can’t. Not in the heat of this gorgeous moment.
I do run my hands all over her body, though, cupping her breasts, grazing her nipples gently because she’s the one being rough with me tonight, tracing the dips and peaks of her body.
She’s beautiful.
I really am addicted to her.
“I… I…”
Oh my God, I can sense that Emma is on the brink of saying something important. I do my best to listen even though I want to cry out in sheer bliss as well.
But the words don’t come out… she’s been hitting all the right spots with the thrusts and now she’s screaming out with joy. Her pussy walls are clamping around me as she buckles and shudders over me.
I fucking love seeing her cum, watching her at her most vulnerable moment, but I do wish I’d heard what she wanted to say as well. Just in case she was telling me how she feels.
I bolt up into a sitting position, breaking all the rules as I reach the peak of the mountain as well.
I need to embrace her hard, to hold her close, and to kiss her while I lose my mind this time.
Everything is different, and I want to taste her lips while I cum.
But as I’m grunting and crying out with never ending bliss, another sound floods my ears.
A shrill noise, which I know needs my attention, but that I can’t concentrate on right now. Not while I’m not on this planet anymore…
“Owen? Owen what is that?”
All of a sudden, I notice the intense panic in Emma’s voice, which finally snaps me back into the present moment. “It’s an alarm. Right? Is that some kind of alarm?” Panic overwhelms me.
She’s right.
“Shit, that’s the sensor alarms.”
“What the hell does that mean, Owen?”
I look her in the eyes, knowing that from this moment on, everything is about to change. Nothing is in my control anymore.
“It means someone is on my land. We’re being infiltrated. Someone has found out where we are.”
Hudson… he warned me.
I let my guard down for just a second, and here that fucker is, right?
It has to be him.
What the fuck?
I yank my sweat pants on, thanking the lord I’ve already pulled my tshirt on.
Who the hell is that?
“Emma,” I snap as panic lightning bolts through me. “Grab the gun you took. We need to protect ourselves somehow.” Her eyes damn near pop out of her head.
I haven’t got time for her shock right now. We need a weapon. I’d gotten rid of the one I used when I abducted her out of habit. I didn’t think we would need weapons this soon.
“Go!”
She tugs her dress down, looking all disheveled and worried. But thank fuck she runs for the gun.
With slightly trembling hands as the adrenaline absolutely courses through my body, I use my cell phone to deactivate her ankle monitor in case we need to run.
“Faigh iad!” someone cries out in a thick Irish accent as a giant boot kicks the front door open. “Fuck seo, iad a fhail ar an urlar, anois!”
I don’t need to understand every word being yelled to know that this is a God damn ambush and a shitty situation.
Automatically, I duck as soon as the first gunshot rings out.
I don’t want to die, not here, not like this.
I need to get Emma out of here safe and sound.
Masks.
Fuck, these assholes are in masks.
They mean business.
“Get down,” someone yells. “Now, we are not fucking around here.” “I’m down,” I shoot back gruffly. “Calm the fuck down. We can talk…” The next gunshot comes from the other direction.
Shit.
It’s Emma.
Holy fuck, she looks like she knows how to use a gun.
Mind you, she is the daughter of a mob boss, so that makes sense.
Watching her fire off a couple of shots is intoxicating.
This is not the way my mind should be going. I know that. I can’t get distracted right now, but God damn it, she really is gorgeous.
“Emma.”
I don’t know if Emma recognizes the voice, but she hears her name.
“What?” she whispers. “Who are you?”
The man standing at the front of the crowd steps forward, like he’s about to go for her, so this is my chance. I’m not letting anyone touch even a hair on her head.
I leap up to jump in front of her.
I don’t know if it’s the sudden movement or if I’m spotted and needed dead, but the guns start again. The pops seem to come from every single angle. My ears hurt but I’m too focused on Emma to care.
That might be why I don’t realize I’ve been hit until all the air leaves my lungs completely.
Fuck.
Then the pain comes in.
Full force.
It hits me like a freight train.
The blood rushes so fast through my body, I can’t hear anything else. I’m very aware that there’s still chaos surrounding me, but it’s all just a thumping, a throbbing through my body.
“Fuck you,” I hear Emma scream. “Assholes.”
She grabs my hand, the warmth of her body helping me to keep on my feet. My eyes might be blurry, but she’s leading the way.
“The car is here,” she hisses at me. “I think I’ve shot some of them. They weren’t ready for us to defend ourselves it seems. But we can’t stay here. Come on, Owen, we just need to get in. Then we can get away. Do you think that’s something you can do?” I don’t know, so I just groan.
“Come on, Owen. I really do need you to help me out here.” I hear the click of the door.
She’s a fucking miracle. Emma must have grabbed the car keys when she got the gun.
Quick thinking.
What the hell would I have done without her?
“Right, here. Take a seat. Let me get you in the back.” I should drive.
I want to argue that because I know where we’re going, but since I can’t fucking see, I don’t know what the hell I’m supposed to do.
“40. 650002 North latitude and -73. 949997 West,” I shout quickly.
“Coordinates. Go to them.”
“Huh?”
“40. 650002 North latitude and -73. 949997 West. I have a safe house there. Use the GPS.”
I can feel myself slipping.
It’s like my consciousness is sliding through my fingers like grains of sand and I can’t grab a hold of myself however hard I try.
I hope Emma picked up what I was telling her, though, because I need us to get there.
No one knows about that safe house.
I don’t see how anyone could find it.
We need a place to be so I can recover from that fucking gunshot wound.
I can’t believe I got hurt by those assholes. Damn it, and I had to be saved by Emma, not the other way around. I should be the one protecting her.
“Pa… passcode.” I suddenly realize that I haven’t given her everything yet. She needs the code, but I don’t know if I’m speaking aloud or if this is just happening in my head. “The passcode to the house. 897111098.” Did she hear me?
I’m not getting a reply.
But I don’t know if I can hear anything.
As I’m drifting in and out, another thought hits me. “A tracker. Not… not the one on your ankle. One on the car. We can’t be followed.”
Thank God. I know Emma hears me because the car screeches to a halt.
She clambers out and I hear her outside the car in the dark.
I fucking hate this… I should be the one out there looking for this shit.
Emma doesn’t deserve any of this.
I try to get up, to see, so I can help her, but my vision is still too blurry and my body feels far too weak. I don’t have a scrap of inner strength in myself. It must be the blood draining from my wound.
Now that’s something I really don’t want to worry about right now. Not when I need to use all the focus I have just to keep myself and Emma alive as best I can.
“You were right,” she tells me when she climbs back in beside me.
“There was a fucking tracker. But it’s gone now. We’re going to be okay…” I really hope she’s right.