Breathing Without You (The Courtlynd #2)

4. Emerald

4

EMERALD

When the songs are over, he places his fingers on my chin gently lifting my face as he leans down and kisses me, his tongue swipes across my bottom lip. I open my mouth trying not to moan out, his tongue swirls with mine, his other hand slides down my back to my ass, and he grips it tightly, possibly tight enough to leave a mark on it. I can’t control myself as a moan slips out of my mouth and I pull away before I get too carried away.

“God damn babe, that was sexy,” he groans into my ear. “I can’t wait to hear you moan my name,” he says, licking my ear lobe slowly. He gives me goosebumps, something else I’ve never experienced before with other men. I love it though.

“Oh Creedence.” He cuts me off before I can finish what I was going to say.

“Do you like it rough, Sugar?” he whispers gruffly, pulling away from my ear, the intense look of hunger in his eyes. That is if hunger had a look. Mr. Creedence fucking Knoxx, this sexy man standing right in front of me is now the definition of the look of hunger. He is the owner of this sexy look. He stands there staring at me with a look like he wants to eat me alive but in the best way possible, and I’m all for it. This man can do as he pleases to me, and I don’t think I’d stop him. I don’t think I’d have it in me to tell him no because whatever he has planned for me and my body I need it, I crave it and I don’t even know what it is yet, but I won’t complain because as long as it involves his body and mine, I’m ready.

“I…umm, I don’t know honestly. I’ve never been with someone who was into rough sex or anything like that.” I look up into his brown eyes that look like pools of whisky. His mouth curls up into a delicious grin showing off his sexy dimple.

“Mmm damn, well I can’t wait to see what you like.” He winks at me, his grin growing into a full smile. God his smile does something to my heart that makes it feel like it’s racing but beating slowly at the same time.

“Come on, let’s go take a shot.” He laces his fingers through mine and walks towards the counter with me. Everything about this man next to me just makes me feel safe, and the way he holds my hand and pulls me closer to him makes me feel wanted, needed in more than just a sexual way.

“Okay, wanna do a lemon drop? Those are my favorite,” I yell to him so he can hear me since I’m slightly behind but pulling me close to him while holding onto his hand tightly, so I don’t get lost in the crowd that slowly grew while we were dancing.

“Anything for you, Sugar,” he yells back down to me. I bite my lip trying to hide my nerdy, cheesy grin that’s trying to creep up on my face because of what he had just said to me. It wasn’t even anything super romantic or sexual or whatever but something about the meaning behind it

Anything for you Sugar . I think he truly means that he’d do anything for me. Unless I’m overthinking it. You know like most girls tend to do. What’s next, I’ll be planning my wedding with Creedence? Calm down Emerald, you're reading too much into this.

We both grab a stool, and I spin sitting to where I’m facing towards him, so he pulls me closer to him and spreads his legs around each side of me to where my legs are between his then he places his hands on my hips, scooting me a little closer. I love how he’s always finding a way to touch me and have his hands on me. It makes me feel wanted, like he needs me near him to feel complete.

“So, tell me about yourself,” he says to me while we wait for Carsten or Chase to come over this way.

“Well, what do you want to know?” I ask because I’m not good at talking about myself, I’m my least favorite subject to talk about. I know it’s sad but it’s true I hate talking about my life.

“Well for starters, how old are you? I’m only asking cause I wasn’t sure if you were twenty-four like me and Carsten or if you were twenty-three like Winter is now.” He looks right into my eyes as he speaks, and I love that he always looks into my eyes. Eye contact always makes me nervous and twitchy, but for some reason with Creedence it’s easy. It happens without me even thinking about it and I just feel comfortable being in the comfort of his eyes.

“I’m twenty-three, I just turned twenty-three last month.” Not sure why I mentioned my birthday, it’s not like I celebrate it anyways. The only reason I celebrated my birthday was because Winter made me go out, if it wasn’t for her, I probably would have stayed home.

“What’s your favorite color?” I ask him. I like that he cares about getting to know me, all the men I've been with I’ve always had to ask the questions which have always annoyed them, and they didn’t care too much to know about me, it was mainly about sex even when I was in a relationship.

“Uhh, I’d say blue, Cerulean blue.” His lips twitch a little like he’s hiding back a smile, and it makes me laugh a little because that’s my favorite blue crayon. It’s always my go to whenever I have to use the color blue.

“That's my favorite blue crayon to use. If I ever use crayons, that's the shade I go with.” I smile looking away, blushing a little. I can’t believe I just said that to him. Admitting I color sometimes, another thing to scare the man away. But it’s true I’d rather stay home and color or read or snuggle up to a good movie than go out. I’ve always been that way even when I was in high school. Home is just the best place to be. Forget the drama of the outside world, I’d rather be home.

“Why are you blushing, what’s wrong?” He turns my face gently with his fingers. A serious look on his face.

“I just embarrassed myself telling you I still like to color, is all.” Might as well be honest, no point in trying to make something up, especially if something comes of this, then he’ll be around me enough to see that I color.

“Nothing wrong with that, why are you embarrassed though? Listen, you don’t ever have to be embarrassed around me ever, I will never judge you or make fun of you for liking something.” He leans in, leaving gentle kisses along my lips.

“Thank you.” I pause for a minute. “I mean that, that means a lot to me.” I lean in kissing him again. Then pull away. “Most people around my age are all about partying and getting fucked up constantly. Which is fine I get it, but it’s not my thing. I’d rather be home and comfortable, doing whatever the hell I want than out at some bar, or a frat party.” I give a half smile. Unsure of how he’s going to react. “I mean I do enjoy going out, but I don’t need to go out,” I add in nervously.

“I’m the same exact way. I’d rather stay home and do my own thing than worry about getting fucked up at some party or the bar.” He kisses me again, a little more intensely this time. Right as I’m about to open my mouth to swipe my tongue against his, we’re interrupted.

“What can I get for you two lovebirds?” This time it’s Carsten who comes over to us. A cheesy ass grin on his face and a look that says he’s happy for his best friend.

“Two lemon drops please.” Creedence pulls away to look over at him, laughing and shaking his head. They have a relationship just like mine and Winter’s, they’ve known each other their whole lives practically just like the two of us.

“Lovebirds, huh is that what we look like to everyone around us?” he asks me then stops for a second. “What’s your favorite color?” I’m actually surprised he remembered he didn’t ask me my favorite color, or that he still cared to carry on with our other conversation.

“Pink, but not just any shade, it has to be hot pink,” I say glancing over at Carsten who is setting our shots down on the counter for us.

“Thanks man, appreciate you,” Creedence tells him as he sets them down then slides them towards us.

“Yes, thank you very much,” I tell him. “I can pay for these ones though.” I go to reach for my purse and they both tell me no at the same time. The smiles on their faces are pretty much the same, these two are too much alike.

“Gosh calm down.” I laugh. “Can’t a woman pay for drinks for herself and her man?” I ask them as Carsten shakes his head walking away. Like he’s not about to get involved.

“Ohh, so I’m your man now?” He smirks at me, god just that smirk in itself makes me wet. It makes me want to lean forward and kiss or lick him. Maybe both. Mmm the things I’d love to do to this sexy man.

“Well, no, but like I don’t know, you knew what I meant.” I blush, putting my hands over my face trying to hide behind them. I can’t believe I just said that when I don’t even know one hundred percent if he’s that into me.

“Hey,” he says, trying to pull my hands away but I don’t let him. I feel stupid that I said that when this is the first time we’ve hung out without our friends with us.

“Hey, Sugar. It’s okay.” He pulls my hands down this time. “I honestly liked that you said that, it was cute. And it made me feel, I don't know special that you called me your man when this is our first date.” He looks down like he’s nervous, which makes my face redden a little more with embarrassment for some reason.

“Well, I like you, I honestly have liked you for quite some time. I was just afraid to act on it,” I say putting my hands on his knees, might as well get it out in the open now. That way if he doesn't see things going any further, he can tell me. What is my deal? Why am I being so negative?

“Same here, when I kissed your hand that day in your driveway, I haven’t been able to get you off my mind since then.” He smiles. “And I’m being serious, I’ve been wanting to take you out, but just didn’t think you were interested.” He looks into my eyes now, but he still wears the nervous look on his face.

“How could you not tell?” I question, thinking it was so obvious... “I blushed when you kissed my hand and every time we hang out as a group, I flirt with you.” It’s so easy to be open with him, he makes me feel comfortable like I don’t need to shy away from what I want to say.

“I honestly just thought that was just how your personality was. It took me a minute to realize that you were flirting with me.” He smiles at me. And we just sit there staring at each other, neither of us bothering to speak. It’s not weird or awkward because I enjoy his presence.

“Let's take our shots, Sugar. I want you warmed up for tonight.” He winks at me. The smile on his face is to die for, the way his lips curl up in the corner and the dimple forms on his cheek, it makes me want to stick my tongue out and start teasing him.

“Man, you are just so sure that were gonna fuck aren’t you,” I whisper-shout to him so no one around us can hear, and for some reason it comes out breathy, probably from him turning me on.

“Well, I’m not forcing you, but don’t tell me you’re not wanting to yourself, am I right?” He gives a sexy side smirk. “You even told me about how wet your panties were, correct me if I’m wrong but that usually means you’re in the mood to fuck someone huh?” He winks again, and I officially think I could watch this man wink all day, something about the way he does it and the smile on his face is enough to make my heart feel like it’s going to explode.

God everything this man does is so sexy, it’s like he stepped out of my fantasies with how I always pictured my dream man to look and has all the perfect qualities that I always look for in a man.

“Ready?” he asks, handing me my shot, his cheeks moving as he smiles at me again.

“Of course.” I take it from him, and I nod my head letting him know I’m ready to drink it and we take them both at the same time.

I make a grossed-out face, because no matter how many shots I take they’ll always be somewhat gross to me, even my favorite ones. Alcohol in general is just nasty, I don’t even know why I drink honestly. I truly just don’t like the taste of it.

He sets his shot glass down and looks at me. “That was cute,” he says. “The way your nose scrunches up when you make a certain face, I love it.” He stands up, closing the space between us.

My body heats up and I don’t know if it’s from the alcohol or from how close he is and how much he turns me on. He cups my face and leans down to kiss me, groaning in the process. “You have no idea how much I want you right now, Sugar.” His husky voice sends a wave of chills through my body making me shiver.

“Same here.” Is all I can manage to get out before he comes back down for a kiss. I open my mouth letting him in instantly, I love the feel of his tongue against mine. The way it moves perfectly with mine, like we were made to share these kisses together. I just hope that he’s falling as hard for me as I am for him and that I’m not just some obsessed freak who is making this stuff up in her head.

“What do you say we close this tab and go back to my place?” He stops, resting his forehead against mine.

“Sounds good to me,” I say breathlessly. I’m so turned on right now and he’s barely even touched me.

As we walk to the car, he walks me to the passenger side and stops. He places his arm on the left side of me and then his other arm on the right side of me, caging me in, then slowly closes the space between us.

“I don’t usually just sleep around, usually if I sleep with a girl, it’s because I’m interested in things going further with her,” Creedence says to me quietly, but seriously.

“That’s good to know, I usually don’t sleep around either. I usually only sleep with a man once I’m in a relationship with them, that’s why I’ve been so unsure about whether or not I wanted to tonight, but my gut is telling me to just say fuck it and go for it,” I tell him, looking down at my shoes while he looks down at me. I feel so small between his arms even when he’s not physically touching me. But when he is touching me, it feels like electricity is shooting through my body. He makes me feel alive. “There’s something about you that just keeps drawing me in, I don’t know what it is, but it makes me not want to follow my rules that I have for myself and just go with the flow,” I say, finally looking up at him, the butterflies in my stomach swirling faster.

He’s staring down at me with hunger in his eyes, like he could devour me at any second and he wouldn’t give a fuck about being in public, the look is intoxicating, and I love it.

“I’m giving you a warning, that I’m not into your typical normal sex. What we plan on doing I don’t want you to repeat at all, do you understand?” he says in a firmer voice than he was talking in before, and it instantly makes my panties even more wet than they already were.

“What do you mean?” I ask a little nervously, but excitedly hoping he’s talking about the type of stuff I’ve been wanting to try but haven't found a man willing to do it; they just look at me like I'm some crazy freak.

“How about I show you instead of tell you, because sometimes saying it sounds scarier than actually doing it,” he says, leaning down and kissing me deeply. He moves his hands cupping my face and kisses me with need like no matter how much he kisses me he can’t get enough. He pulls away looking into my eyes.

“God you’re like a drug Sugar, maybe that’s why you taste so sweet, sweets can be addicting, and you babe are so fucking addicting. I need more of everything I get from you. I haven't even had the rest of you yet that’s the crazy thing. I know once I do, I’m going to be in big trouble.” His tone is husky as he steps back and picks me up at the waist opening his car door, then sets me inside.

“I figure I'd save you the trouble of climbing up into my truck since your skirt is tight and short, don’t want you teasing me anymore or we’ll never get back to my house.” He laughs a little.

“Well thank you, maybe I wanted to tease you more. I already teased you earlier with my ass, and my wet panties, you should feel how wet they are now.” I give him a wicked grin giggling a little.

“Woman you’re killing me, you’re lucky we’re in public or I’d rip those tights off of you, lift up that skirt and fuck that wet little cunt of yours.” He leans in whispering to me and holy shit I didn’t think I could get any wetter than I already am but I’m sure my panties are soaked all the way through, and my tights are wet. I can feel it between my thighs. The things this man does to me and the control he has over my body, and he doesn’t even know it.

He walks around and gets into the driver side of the truck, shutting the door behind him. He puts his key in the ignition and starts the truck, before reaching over and placing his hand on my thigh, dangerously close to my throbbing pussy and he squeezes hard. I let out a soft whimper, so turned on I can’t wait to get to his house.