Clifford Arbor: Savouring Emily (3 page)

“You’re not just some woman. You’re, Emily.” His words confused her but when his lips took hers she didn’t have the energy or the will power to argue.

His other large hand pressed on the centre of her back and pulled her close so his cock was thrust up against her. She moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. She liked the smooth hard chest pushing against her breasts, his tight stomach feeling completely different against her own round belly.

Chase broke the kiss and smiling he bent and picked her up in his arms.

“I’m too big,” she squeaked.

“No. You’re right for me.” He placed her in the center of the bed and followed her down. Emily turned to see him. They lay in each other's arms. Chase ran his hand down her neck, over the curve of her waist, and around her hip to lay on the fleshy part of her thigh. She gasped when his fingers brushed through the hair on her pussy. No man had ever touched her there before.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you,” he whispered against her ear. His teeth nipping at her neck and travelling down to suck one of her nipples inside his mouth.

Emily closed her eyes and gasped as his teeth bit down on the red nub of her nipple. At the same time his finger slid through her slit. She gasped and arched up to meet him.

“You’re so wet,” he said.

She opened her eyes and watched amazed as he brought the finger he’d used on her clit to his lips. He sucked the cream off his finger and went back to gather more. “I need you,” he growled and moved down the bed. Her thighs were thrust open and his breath ran over her mound. She closed her eyes and clung to the pillows above her head.

“That’s it hold onto something,” he demanded and then his tongue replaced his finger.

She screamed when he kept his attention on her clit. She cried out and moaned as he reached up and tweaked her nipples.

The sensation was too much for her to handle. She’d never fucked anyone in her life or fingered herself. This would be her first time ever. Her body shook with the excess of sensation.

“Come for me.”

Emily opened her eyes and stared down the bed. His head was moving with each swipe of his tongue. Her pale thighs looked out of place but the visual of him moving between her spread thighs was all she needed.

Her release rushed through her. Her cries rent the air and he held her. The slurping sound echoed and mingled with her cries.

Chase crawled up the bed and kissed her. She tasted her own essence on her tongue and gazed into his eyes.

One of his hands moved between them and the next second his cock ran up her slit. She stared at him, her eyes wide and he looked at her.

“I’m sorry,” he said. The next moment a brief pain sliced through her pleasure. His hips thrust all the way inside her.

A whimper escaped her lips.

“I’m in,” he whispered and laid a kiss to her lips then her neck. Chase stayed paused above her.

The pain became minimal and she gazed at him. A tear escaped her eye.

“You’re inside me,” she told him.

“Yes.”

“I feel full.” Her fists tightened on the pillows as he pulled out and thrust forward giving her everything.

She cried out and her hands ended up curled around his body.

“Hold onto me,” he ordered.

Emily held him to her as he rode her body. His cock pulled out of her all the way then slammed inside her, their skin dotted with sweat. He held her and fucked her. His hands grabbed her legs and placed them over his shoulder. Emily couldn’t take her eyes away. His cock speared inside her and she watched him disappear inside her. The sensation so different to anything she’d imagined.

“I want to feel you come all over me,” he growled. “Touch yourself.”

A blush stained her cheeks and her fingers found the source of her pleasure. Her pussy was coated in so much juice.

“That’s me and you together. I’m so hot for you, Emily.”

She watched him and listened to what he had to say. His voice dark and gruff.

“That’s it, baby. Let the wave take you.”

Her entire body screamed out and Emily collapsed back as he growled. Her climax stumbling upon her and pushing her over the edge.

“Fuck. You’re so tight.” His hands were tight where he gripped her.

His thrusts became harder and deeper and then he pushed inside her one final time, slamming all of his strength against her body.

Chase growled and deep inside her, she felt his cock kick. Emily knew he’d climaxed. He collapsed against her. His breath hot near her neck.

Fingers touched her hair and she turned to give him a smile.

She wasn’t a virgin anymore and she’d given herself to Chase.

****

She’d tasted like heaven and Chase rolled over to pull Emily against him. The bed was empty.  Only an indent in the bed and a single piece of paper were there.

Frowning, Chase glanced around the room.

“Emily?” he called.

He rubbed a hand across his eyes and face in the hope to clear his fogged up brain. Chase opened up the letter and stared at the words.

Thank you for last night. It meant the world to me

Emily x

With a glance around the room he noticed nothing of hers remained. He stood and went to the window. He saw the outline of his truck.

What the hell was he supposed to do? Chase hurried to get dressed and saw his mobile was buzzing.

“Hello,” he said and gathered his keys.

“Where the fuck are you?” Lawrence shouted into the phone.

Shit.

“Erm. I’m out of town at the moment. I’ll be there in about thirty minutes.” He locked the motel door and left the key at the front desk.

“Well, you’d better hurry. Emily’s parents are distraught. She didn’t come home last night and when they woke up this morning they saw some of her clothes and stuff have gone.”

Chase glanced up at the morning sunshine.

“I was with, Emily, last night,” he admitted.

“Why were you with her?”

“She was upset about her parents and then—” He stopped. He couldn’t admit to his best friend he’d made love to her for most of the night.

“Then what Chase?”

He heard it in his friend’s voice. Lawrence knew what he’d done.

“I’m not going to answer that,” he told him.

“You fucking bastard.”

A few more curse words were spoken. “You’d better get your betraying ass over here.”

Lawrence hung up and Chase slammed his fist against the steering wheel. He threw the phone on the passenger seat.

He travelled the short distance back into town and tried to push his memories from the night before out of his mind.

For the whole night, Emily had been his. His heart had been lost in the wee hours of the morning. She’d climbed over him and she’d cupped him in her small fist. The love of his life had taken control and he’d become putty in her hands.

Chase pulled up outside her parent’s house and walked up. Lawrence stood in the doorway with a few other neighbors.

The town’s head of police was also there.

“She barged in. Emily was supposed to be at a party. We didn’t expect to see her for hours,” her mother sobbed.

“Don’t worry, baby.” Chase watched her lovers console her.

“How can I not worry? I wake up this morning to see my baby has gone.”

Lawrence stared at him.

“She was safe with me last night,” Chase said to the room.

Every head turned to him.

“What did she say? Was there any word on what she felt?” her mother asked.  She walked over to him.

“She was confused and upset. Emily didn’t understand what was going on.” Chase put his hands in his jeans.

“You had her? Didn’t you?” one of her father's asked.

“We spent the night together. That’s all I’m saying,” he told the men.

The oldest Sampson male stood and stormed over to him. Chase had to remember to respect the older man. He stared back at him even as the man slammed him against the wall.

“You little fuck. You touched my daughter?”

His defences kicked and Chase flung the man away. “I took care of her. Emily wasn’t happy. She wanted nothing to do with you. Yes, I spent the night but I swear to you, no harm came to her.”

Chase walked out of the house with his head held high.

He slammed his fist against the truck and cursed. Had he done something wrong? Did she hate him?

The mobile phone lit up and he opened the car door and answered.

“Chase, here.”

“Hi Chase,” she said on a sigh.

“Emily? Where the fuck are you?” He stared all around wondering if she would be close by.

“I’m not telling you. I need to get away for a while. Would you tell my family I’m fine. I can’t stay in Clifford Arbor at the moment.”

“What about last night? You left.”

He didn’t want to sound like a sucker but he needed to make sure he hadn’t hurt her further.

“Last night was amazing. Chase thank you for being with me and giving me a magical night. I’ll cherish it always.”

He knew there was a ‘but’ coming along. Staring back at the house he watched Lawrence walk up to him.

“Don’t tell me this is goodbye. Where are you Emily?” he demanded.

Lawrence tensed when he heard him reply.

“You don’t need to know.  Please, tell my family I love them. I’ll be around.” She hung up.

Chase couldn’t believe it. He threw the phone on the ground and then proceeded to stomp on the blasted thing.

“I take it, she’s not coming home?”

“What the fuck do you think?” he snarled.

Lawrence reacted and pushed him up against the truck. “You fucking touched her you prick.”

He wanted the pain and relished every bruise that would come from the impact.

“I touched her, fucked her and made love to her. You weren’t there. She needed someone and I was the only one she could turn too.”

Lawrence punched him in the face and went for another swing. Chase blocked him and pushed him back, getting free from the trap.

“I love her, Lawrence. Always have and always will. You just can’t stand me being with her can you? I’ve sat back and watched the way you two were together. Nothing happened between you.” Chase glared at his best friend.

“Does it really matter how you feel? She’s gone Chase, and I bet she isn’t ever coming back.”

Lawrence left and Chase got back into his truck and drove off. He loved his friend and it sucked how they loved the same woman. After being with her he wouldn’t ever let her go.

For the next few minutes he drove back to the beach and gazed out along the water front.

“I love you, Emily. Stay safe and come back to me,” he whispered.

In his mind he saw her sat astride him, panting and begging for him to fuck her. If he had to wait for the rest of his life, that is what he’d do.

Chapter Three

Five years later...

Clifford Arbor sure hadn’t changed in all the time she’d been away. Smiling, Emily thanked the woman for giving her a lift and closed the car door. The town looked busy for a summer afternoon.

The diner and coffee shop were full. Emily hiked her bag onto her shoulder and started the slow walk back home.

She’d kept in touch with her parents. Minimal contact nothing too intense.

Travelling around the world had opened up her eyes. She saw things she would have never accepted back then.

A few friendly faces recognized her and gave her a wave. She smiled and continued on down the street. Mum and dad lived on the outskirts of town not far from the church. Emily stopped and stared at the house. Nothing had changed. The daffodils were out in full bloom and the grass beautifully mown.

She opened the small gate and walked up to the house. A second of the hesitation was all it took and she rang the small bell.

The inner door opened followed by the front door. Emily stared up into the eyes of her uncle. A blush formed on her cheeks. The last time she’d seen him his ass had been naked.  A scene she didn’t want to recall.

“Hi,” she whispered.

“Emily,” he gasped. He grabbed her in a bear hug and pulled her inside.  “It’s been years.”

A tear dropped on her face and she pulled out of his embrace. She wasn’t a child anymore.  She hadn’t been for years.

“Is mum and dad around?” she asked.

The awkward tension she’d hoped to avoid. “They’ve just gone out for some groceries. They should be back in a bit.”

Emily nodded her head and stared around at the decor. Pictures of her in high school still remained along with several of her mother and her two husbands.

“Do you want some coffee?” he asked.

She nodded her head and followed him through to the kitchen. The room remained the same.

Uncle Tyler pulled out a chair and went for the kettle.

“No more children?” she asked.

He tensed. “No. Your mother didn’t want anymore. She was content with you.”

“Who is my father?” For the past few years she’d thought about the answer. Would it bother her to find out her uncle was in fact her dad?

Emily waited while he made the tea and then took a seat opposite her.

“You’ve grown up since the last time I saw you,” he commented.

“The last time you saw me I was a girl. I’m not a girl anymore.”

“No. I didn’t imagine you’d remain one.”

“You’re not answering my question,” she pointed out.

He let out a sigh and Emily sat and waited.

“The truth is, I can’t answer that. We didn’t get a paternity test done or even care about who the father was.”

She licked her lips and took a sip of her tea.

The silence caused the situation to be more awkward. Emily remembered talking with her uncle about everything. He understood her better than her parents. There had been nothing between them. She glanced back at him and missed the openness they used to share. A sip of her coffee and she looked at the clock. Five minutes had passed since she turned up to talk.