“I know he has a son,” I assured her. I didn’t want her to worry that she’d told me too much.
She turned back to me, her eyes round with surprise. “He told you?”
No. But I wished he had. “Georgianna said something about it.”
Margie just sighed and shook her head. “That woman,” she mumbled to herself.
I wondered what Kiro’s son’s mother was like. Was she beautiful? Was she like Georgianna? There was so much I wanted to know about Kiro.
Kiro
I found out this morning I fucking hated waking up without Emily in my arms. Fucking. Hated. It.
I didn’t bother with a shirt, just jerked on a pair of jeans and headed out to find her. Then I was dragging her back to my bed. I wasn’t ready to share her with the world yet. I just wanted us to live in my room. Alone. Forever.
God, I was losing my shit.
The sound of her musical laughter drifted toward me as I hit the bottom of the stairs. Frowning, I realized it was coming from Dean’s side of the house. His ass better not be making Emily laugh. Those laughs were mine, dammit. He needed to go get his own woman.
“You got it on my nose, you silly goose,” Emily squealed. She was enjoying herself. Who the fuck was she talking to?
Her voice was coming from the kitchen. I stalked toward the sound and slammed into the kitchen, ready to beat the shit out of whoever was making her giggle. I was the only one who was supposed to do that shit. She was mine.
However, what I saw stopped me in my tracks. Emily was standing at the sink, and beside her was Rush, who was standing on a chair. They were both covered in soap bubbles up to their elbows and laughing.
When she turned her eyes to me, they lit up, and the smile on her face grew. Like I was the one thing in the world that she wanted to see. She made me feel like a fucking king.
“Good morning,” she said brightly. “Rush and I decided to help Margie wash up the mess we made with our syrup accident, and, well, it appears we’re having a little too much fun.”
“Bubbles,” Rush chimed in, holding up his hands, then slinging bubbles at Emily, who laughed at his antics.
“I like her. Don’t mess this up,” Margie said, as she walked over to me and patted me on the arm. “You hungry?”
Yeah, I was hungry. I was hungry for something Margie couldn’t give me.
“Eat something,” Emily said, still laughing and playing with Rush. “I’m going to have to go clean up myself after this, and then I need some instruction with the house.”
Instruction with the house? If she was cleaning up, I was going with her.
“I’m not hungry. I’ll just go with you to clean up,” I said, walking over to her.
Excitement danced in her eyes as she watched me get closer. I could see her breathing speed up, and as much as I liked Rush, he was about to have to surrender his playmate.
“Let’s go clean you up now,” I said, as I slid my hand around her waist and began cleaning the soap from her arms. “I think a change of clothes is in order. And maybe a shower.”
Emily sank back into me and let me clean her off. “OK,” she agreed readily. “But I need to work today,” she added in a whisper.
She wasn’t fucking working. That was before. Before she’d become mine. I wasn’t sharing her with the rest of this house.
“We’ll talk about that after,” I replied.
“Dean said he needed to hire a nanny for when Rush visits. But I think Emily will work just fine,” Margie piped up. “He really likes her.”
Hell, no. Emily was not Dean’s fucking nanny. She was mine. I needed her more.
“Emily isn’t a nanny,” I snapped, and began moving her toward the exit. I had to get her away from them. Back to my room. Back to where I didn’t have to share.
“Kiro, what is wrong with you?” she asked, sounding worried.
“I told you I was going to act crazy and shit. This is me acting crazy. I need you in my room. You’re mine. Just mine.”
She didn’t say anything else, and I was relieved. I wasn’t in the mood to defend this insane jealousy I had where she was concerned. I closed the door behind us and locked it, then stalked her until I had her up against the bed. “Don’t like waking up and you not being there. I wanted to fuck you, and you were gone. I wanted to smell you, and you were gone. I wanted to see you smile, and you were gone. I hated it.”
She sighed and reached up to run her fingers through my hair. “I woke up really early, and I didn’t want to disturb you. I figured I could start working on figuring things out around here.”
“Just stay with me. I don’t want you helping anyone else. I just want you with me.”
Emily frowned. “You’ll get tired of me really fast if I stay with you all the time.”
She had no idea. I wasn’t ever going to get tired of her. I wasn’t ever going to get enough of her. “Let me have you. Right now. Take off those shorts, and let me have you.”
For a moment, I didn’t think she was going to move. I’d shown her how fucking messed up I was, and she was going to run. I was ready to catch her if she tried. But after a few seconds, she unsnapped her shorts and stepped out of them. Then she peeled down her panties and tossed them to the side.
My mouth covered hers as I cupped the heat between her legs with my hands. She was already wet for me. That made me want to roar with satisfaction. She wanted me. I was crazy with need for her, and she wanted it.
Her tongue danced against mine as the honey sweetness of her mouth filled me. I had her willing in my arms. Nothing was this perfect.
With one hand, I jerked down my jeans, and I put her up on the edge of the bed before sinking into her with one thrust. The tight walls squeezed me as she moaned and let her head fall back. I was as deep as I could go. The addiction that came with this woman was unreal.
I wanted to live inside her. Just like this. “I want to stay here. Inside you. Like this. Let me keep you like this. You’re mine, Emily.”
My words sounded like those of a madman, and I had decided maybe I was a madman. I wanted this woman to distraction. I couldn’t get enough of her.
“I want to get on birth control. I want to know what it feels like for you to come inside me.” She panted as I began moving in and out of her hot cunt.
“Fuck, yes, “ I groaned in agreement. “If I can come inside you, I’ll never fucking let you out of my bed. The idea of it drives me insane. I need that.”
“Will I feel it? I like feeling it on my skin. I want to feel it inside me.”
I began to tremble and shake. I was going to explode. Hearing her talk about my fucking come inside her was too much. “I’m gonna fucking come now if you don’t stop,” I warned her.
“Oh, God, I want to feel it.” She moaned and held me tightly to her. “I want it so bad.”
That was it. With Emily’s legs wrapped around my waist, I shouted her name and then followed it with a “Fuuuuuuuuck!” as I released inside her. She cried out my name over and over, telling me she could feel it as she came apart in my arms.
The idea that she could be pregnant didn’t even scare me. I wanted it. I fucking wanted her bound to me so she couldn’t get free. I would never let this woman go. She was mine. I’d do anything to keep her.
She turned back to me, her eyes round with surprise. “He told you?”
No. But I wished he had. “Georgianna said something about it.”
Margie just sighed and shook her head. “That woman,” she mumbled to herself.
I wondered what Kiro’s son’s mother was like. Was she beautiful? Was she like Georgianna? There was so much I wanted to know about Kiro.
Kiro
I found out this morning I fucking hated waking up without Emily in my arms. Fucking. Hated. It.
I didn’t bother with a shirt, just jerked on a pair of jeans and headed out to find her. Then I was dragging her back to my bed. I wasn’t ready to share her with the world yet. I just wanted us to live in my room. Alone. Forever.
God, I was losing my shit.
The sound of her musical laughter drifted toward me as I hit the bottom of the stairs. Frowning, I realized it was coming from Dean’s side of the house. His ass better not be making Emily laugh. Those laughs were mine, dammit. He needed to go get his own woman.
“You got it on my nose, you silly goose,” Emily squealed. She was enjoying herself. Who the fuck was she talking to?
Her voice was coming from the kitchen. I stalked toward the sound and slammed into the kitchen, ready to beat the shit out of whoever was making her giggle. I was the only one who was supposed to do that shit. She was mine.
However, what I saw stopped me in my tracks. Emily was standing at the sink, and beside her was Rush, who was standing on a chair. They were both covered in soap bubbles up to their elbows and laughing.
When she turned her eyes to me, they lit up, and the smile on her face grew. Like I was the one thing in the world that she wanted to see. She made me feel like a fucking king.
“Good morning,” she said brightly. “Rush and I decided to help Margie wash up the mess we made with our syrup accident, and, well, it appears we’re having a little too much fun.”
“Bubbles,” Rush chimed in, holding up his hands, then slinging bubbles at Emily, who laughed at his antics.
“I like her. Don’t mess this up,” Margie said, as she walked over to me and patted me on the arm. “You hungry?”
Yeah, I was hungry. I was hungry for something Margie couldn’t give me.
“Eat something,” Emily said, still laughing and playing with Rush. “I’m going to have to go clean up myself after this, and then I need some instruction with the house.”
Instruction with the house? If she was cleaning up, I was going with her.
“I’m not hungry. I’ll just go with you to clean up,” I said, walking over to her.
Excitement danced in her eyes as she watched me get closer. I could see her breathing speed up, and as much as I liked Rush, he was about to have to surrender his playmate.
“Let’s go clean you up now,” I said, as I slid my hand around her waist and began cleaning the soap from her arms. “I think a change of clothes is in order. And maybe a shower.”
Emily sank back into me and let me clean her off. “OK,” she agreed readily. “But I need to work today,” she added in a whisper.
She wasn’t fucking working. That was before. Before she’d become mine. I wasn’t sharing her with the rest of this house.
“We’ll talk about that after,” I replied.
“Dean said he needed to hire a nanny for when Rush visits. But I think Emily will work just fine,” Margie piped up. “He really likes her.”
Hell, no. Emily was not Dean’s fucking nanny. She was mine. I needed her more.
“Emily isn’t a nanny,” I snapped, and began moving her toward the exit. I had to get her away from them. Back to my room. Back to where I didn’t have to share.
“Kiro, what is wrong with you?” she asked, sounding worried.
“I told you I was going to act crazy and shit. This is me acting crazy. I need you in my room. You’re mine. Just mine.”
She didn’t say anything else, and I was relieved. I wasn’t in the mood to defend this insane jealousy I had where she was concerned. I closed the door behind us and locked it, then stalked her until I had her up against the bed. “Don’t like waking up and you not being there. I wanted to fuck you, and you were gone. I wanted to smell you, and you were gone. I wanted to see you smile, and you were gone. I hated it.”
She sighed and reached up to run her fingers through my hair. “I woke up really early, and I didn’t want to disturb you. I figured I could start working on figuring things out around here.”
“Just stay with me. I don’t want you helping anyone else. I just want you with me.”
Emily frowned. “You’ll get tired of me really fast if I stay with you all the time.”
She had no idea. I wasn’t ever going to get tired of her. I wasn’t ever going to get enough of her. “Let me have you. Right now. Take off those shorts, and let me have you.”
For a moment, I didn’t think she was going to move. I’d shown her how fucking messed up I was, and she was going to run. I was ready to catch her if she tried. But after a few seconds, she unsnapped her shorts and stepped out of them. Then she peeled down her panties and tossed them to the side.
My mouth covered hers as I cupped the heat between her legs with my hands. She was already wet for me. That made me want to roar with satisfaction. She wanted me. I was crazy with need for her, and she wanted it.
Her tongue danced against mine as the honey sweetness of her mouth filled me. I had her willing in my arms. Nothing was this perfect.
With one hand, I jerked down my jeans, and I put her up on the edge of the bed before sinking into her with one thrust. The tight walls squeezed me as she moaned and let her head fall back. I was as deep as I could go. The addiction that came with this woman was unreal.
I wanted to live inside her. Just like this. “I want to stay here. Inside you. Like this. Let me keep you like this. You’re mine, Emily.”
My words sounded like those of a madman, and I had decided maybe I was a madman. I wanted this woman to distraction. I couldn’t get enough of her.
“I want to get on birth control. I want to know what it feels like for you to come inside me.” She panted as I began moving in and out of her hot cunt.
“Fuck, yes, “ I groaned in agreement. “If I can come inside you, I’ll never fucking let you out of my bed. The idea of it drives me insane. I need that.”
“Will I feel it? I like feeling it on my skin. I want to feel it inside me.”
I began to tremble and shake. I was going to explode. Hearing her talk about my fucking come inside her was too much. “I’m gonna fucking come now if you don’t stop,” I warned her.
“Oh, God, I want to feel it.” She moaned and held me tightly to her. “I want it so bad.”
That was it. With Emily’s legs wrapped around my waist, I shouted her name and then followed it with a “Fuuuuuuuuck!” as I released inside her. She cried out my name over and over, telling me she could feel it as she came apart in my arms.
The idea that she could be pregnant didn’t even scare me. I wanted it. I fucking wanted her bound to me so she couldn’t get free. I would never let this woman go. She was mine. I’d do anything to keep her.
