Breathing Without You (The Courtlynd #2)

3. Emerald

3

EMERALD

Pinky promise… What the fuck is this man doing to my damn heart here. I can’t believe he just said pinky promise. I wonder if he’s heard me say it before because that’s something I’ve stuck with since I was a kid because I just always loved pinky promises. Is he making fun of me? No, he can’t be. But now he goes and says it and it’s making me like him even more. He made my fucking panties wet in the process. Now I’m debating if I should change them or not since I just got out of the shower not too long ago.

I decide to keep them on, that way I can tease him and tell him how wet they are later, that’s if I can work up the courage and just be straight up blunt instead of shy. For some reason he makes me shy, and I blush around him more than I’ve ever blushed around a man before. He makes me feel like a little kid. But not in a bad way.

I get dressed in my black fishnet tights, my black leather skirt that is on the verge of being dangerously too short, but I don’t care I’m dressing to tease him tonight and then a hot pink fitted halter top. I’m also wearing my black high-top converse, which happens to look really cute with my outfit. Hopefully he likes how I look tonight.

I grab my small purse, my gum, and my phone and I head downstairs. Thankfully I’m home alone so I won’t be late from getting distracted talking to Winter. I have five minutes to spare before he considers me late, so I don’t waste any time. I grab a jacket in case it gets cold and head for the driveway.

As I walk towards my driveway, I see Creedence standing by his truck and holy shit, he looks so fucking good, my stomach does somersaults. He’s wearing a plain fitted black T-shirt, that’s so tight on his muscular arms, with dark wash jeans, making my mouth practically water just looking at him.

“Holy. Fuck. You look fucking gorgeous, Sugar. Good enough to take a bite out of.” He starts slowly walking towards me and grabs my hand.

“Thank you, Mister, you look really fucking good as well, I’m practically drooling over here.” I laugh walking towards him, closing the distance between us.

“Thanks Sugar.” The side of his mouth curls up in a smirk. “Every time I see you, I just want to kiss you, is that okay?” He cups my face with his thumb in front of my ear and long fingers through my hair.

“You don’t have to ask anymore. If you want to kiss me, please do.” And before I can say anything else his lips crash down on mine, he swipes his tongue out and I open for him immediately. I swipe my tongue against his and pull his lower lip into my mouth sucking on it, he lets out a growl.

“Fuck, Sugar, what are you doing to me?” he asks, pulling away from the kiss “You’re driving me absolutely crazy,” he says taking my hand and placing it on his rock-hard cock, again, and my god if it feels like this through his jeans, I’m kind of afraid to see him with nothing on.

“I'm not doing anything at all handsome, just being my normal self,” I say, pulling him down towards me by his shirt to kiss me. He grabs me by my hips, picking me up and I instantly wrap my legs around his waist. He pushes my skirt up a little and grips my ass tightly with both hands making me moan into his mouth as he lets out a groan.

“Fucking shit. If we don’t stop, we’re never going to leave,” he says, pulling away again.

“And trust me you won’t want me fucking you out here, you’ll want me to take my time with you,” he says, whispering into my ear and nipping at my earlobe.

“Let's go Sugar, I promise we’ll have a fun night tonight, but let's go out together and have some fun. It'll be a good time.” He kisses my neck slowly; his lips feel heavenly against my skin, so soft and warm. I never want to stop feeling his lips against my skin working their magic like they were made to be a part of me, sending chills through my body, sending a throbbing sensation straight to my pussy. I never thought I’d want someone as much as I want him right now and all we’ve done is kiss.

“Well, if you’d stop trying to seduce me then I’d be able to get down so we can leave.” I start giggling, trying to pull my neck away, as he gently sucks on the skin right below my ear, making my body heat up with even more excitement. Shit, I’d give anything to feel his lips against me all day long. They’re the softest lips I think I’ve ever kissed. They’re the perfect thickness, and form to my lips perfectly, I’m convinced they must’ve been made just for me.

“Fine I’ll stop, but this isn’t over with.” He puts me down slowly, like he’s already regretting this decision to stop kissing me and walks around to open his truck door for me. I instantly regret my outfit choice, not sure how I’m going to get up in this thing without showing my ass and vagina off to the world with my skirt sliding up around my waist. That should make Creedence happy.

“Oh my, such a gentleman.” I smile at him. “Thank you, I appreciate you opening my door for me,” I say, grabbing his hand to step up into his truck since I’m having a hard time with my skirt keeping it down like I thought I would.

“Damn, I just saw your ass and it took everything in me not to bite it.” He laughs while wiggling his eyebrows at me. That fucking smirk on his face that comes so naturally. It takes everything in me not to pull him towards me and say fuck it for going out tonight.

“Well how about I let you bite it later. When I show you how wet my panties are from you.” I say winking at him, his jaw drops as he shuts the passenger door and quickly walks around to the front.

“Is that a promise?” he says as he opens the door climbing into the driver’s side, with the sexiest look on his face. This man and his many panty dropping smiles and facial expressions.

“Pinky promise.” I hold my pinky out to him as he interlocks his with mine.

“I love pinky promises.” He smiles down at our hands.

“Really? Are you fucking with me? I always say pinky promise and everyone always makes fun of me for it.” I’m kinda shocked hoping that he’s not messing with me. I don’t think I’d be embarrassed but I’d feel stupid for just admitting something like that the first time we’re going out together.

“Hell no, I’m not fucking with you, I’ve been saying and doing pinky promises since I was a kid, they’ve always been my favorite. I will always be one to pinky promise people, no matter how old I am. That’s one thing I will never break either is a pinky promise.” He leans down and kisses my hand. The kiss is so light and gentle it’s almost hard to feel his lips press against my skin. But I can feel the warmth from his kiss, and I miss it the second it’s gone.

“Same here, wow… I've never met someone who loved doing those like I do.” I look down at our hands and I feel giddy almost like a child.

We walk into Black Velvet and it’s not that crowded yet, which I’m thankful for. I hate crowded bars, but I’m sure it’ll pick up since it’s a Friday.

“What do you want to drink, Sugar?” he asks looking down at me, I love how tall he is compared to me. For some reason it just makes me feel safe with how big he is.

“How tall are you? I know that’s random, but I keep meaning to ask.” I look up at him feeling so short in my five-foot five height.

He smiles, giving a slight laugh “I’m six foot five. Why shorty?”

“Rude.” I laugh. “I was just curious; I love how tall you are is all.” I smirk a little, I love tall men, it’s so sexy to me.

“I’m just kidding, I love how short you are,” he says, wrapping his arm around my waist as we wait at the bar for Chase or Carsten to get our drink order.

“I can't get over how sexy you look,” he whispers down into my ear sending chills through my body.

“God, I love it when you do that.” I shiver again, suddenly feeling cold now that the warmth of his body isn’t as close as it was.

“Do what Sugar?” he whispers again, and I feel like if he whispers in my ear again, I might jump his bones right here in front of everyone. I don’t fucking care at this point; his deep rough voice is so fucking sexy and hearing the hoarseness in his voice as he whispers makes my pussy throb and my panties even more wet than they already were.

“Whisper in my ear, god it’s so sexy.” I turn my head up to look at him hoping to God he kisses me again soon. I’ve never had someone turn me on so much from just a kiss, but honestly, I feel like his kiss alone is enough to get me off. Or maybe I’m just that horny, it’s been a bit since I’ve slept with anyone. So, I think at this point he could blow on me and get me off. That's how badly I need to be with this man.

“I love how honest you are with me and how you’re not afraid to tell me what you like, you’re going to be fun later.” He pulls me even closer to him, I can feel his erection against my lower back and it’s so hard not to turn around and wrap my hand around it as much as his jeans will allow me to.

“I couldn’t imagine not being honest with you, I feel no need to lie to you or not tell you what I’m into or not into. Even just in general I always try to say how I feel about something,” I say back to him. Loving the fact that it feels like we’ve always been this way. Like he’s never been a stranger.

“Well please, keep being honest with me. Don’t hold back,” he says, leaving light kisses on my neck, right below my ear and slowly kissing his way down my neck. I’m usually not one to be this way in public, but right now I don’t care. I want everyone in this bar to know he’s off limits.

“What can I get you guys?” Chase asks. “Oh hey, I didn't realize it was you guys, do you want your usual?” he says, looking back at us with a confused look on his face.

“Yes please, cherry vodka and Sprite,” I remind him in case he forgot.

“Ohh cherry vodka, another thing to make you taste sweet later,” Creedence says, letting go of my waist and sitting on the stool next to me, pulling me into him. My stomach pressed up against his hard cock, from where I stand.

“You sure sound positive that something will be happening later.” I look up at him, he’s still taller than me sitting down so I have to look up to look into his eyes.

“Well, I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to but I promise you you’ll love it,” he says with that sexy side smirk of his. That smirk is going to get me pregnant one day. I can’t believe I just thought about having a baby with Creedence, what is going on with me? Not that having a baby with him is a bad thing, but because it’s so soon and we aren’t even a couple yet is why the thought shocked me.

“Maybe I’ll make you wait and just tease you all night.” I smile at him, maybe I’ll stick to that idea. I'm not sure if I want to sleep with him yet. I don’t know if he’s a man whore and sleeps around, so I’m afraid if I do that’ll be the end of this and I’m not ready for this to end yet.

“Here you go guys, do you want me to start you both up a tab?” Chase asks us while setting our drinks down in front of us. I grab my purse to get my card out, but Creedence beats me to it and gives Chase his card.

“Yeah, that’s fine, I’ll be paying for Emerald’s drinks as well,” he says, shooing me away with my card, he’s holding my arms in one of his hands, that’s how huge his hands are, that way I can’t give my card to Chase, or fight him. I’m not gonna lie the thought of him holding my wrists’ during sex is turning me on. What is wrong with me? First, I talk about him getting me pregnant now I’m talking about us having sex. I need to get laid soon.

“Alright gotcha man,” he says, taking his card from him and walking away. I lost my fight in trying to pay for anything tonight because being here where Chase and Carsten both own the bar, they’re going to take Creedence’s payment over mine.

“Thank you, you didn't have to do that. I can pay for my drinks; I would feel bad making you pay for them.” I turn to look at him so I can see his face better now. Every time I look at him, I feel like I find something new I like about him, whether it’s a facial expression, a different smile on his face. His facial features, I don’t know. I could study this man over and over and never get tired of looking at him.

“I know I don’t have to, but I want to and besides I’m the one who said you were coming out with me, so I’m going to be paying for your drinks.” He pauses for a second. “Remember I said we were going out getting drunk and having a good time.” He leans in and kisses me slowly. I open my mouth instantly inviting his tongue before he even swipes his against my mouth, then I suck his bottom lip into my mouth and bite it. He lets out a soft growl before pulling away and placing his forehead against mine.

“You’re driving me crazy; you know that?” he asks. “Damn Sugar, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you,” he says pulling me in by my waist, loving the way his strong arms feel around me.

“What do you mean?” I’m curious now, I think I know what he means, but I want to be sure, and I want to hear him say it.

“I have a feeling that no matter how much I’m around you or how much I get of you, I’m going to keep wanting more…from you and only you.” He wraps his arms around me, hugging me before standing up. “Let's go dance, Sugar.” He starts pulling me with him to the dance floor.

It’s a slow song so he wraps one of his strong arms around my waist pulling me in close. I could get used to this; I love the way my body feels close to his. I feel safe with him. I put my right hand in his and my left hand on his shoulder. I lay my head onto his chest and can hear his heart racing; it feels exactly how mine is racing right now. He makes me feel different than any other man has ever made me feel before, which is so strange for someone I really don’t even know.

I’ve dated men for years or months and haven’t even experienced these feelings before.