Breathing Without You (The Courtlynd #2)

16. Emerald

16

EMERALD

I’ve always been the type of girl who believed in love at first sight and the cheesy movie romances, but never thought I’d actually get to experience something like that personally, but the first time I laid eyes on Creedence I was drawn to him, just something about him that spoke to me. And that was before I even met him in person and even talked to him. When I first met him, it was a quick hi and bye type of thing. But the second time when Carsten came to my house to talk to me about Winter, when he introduced himself again. He kissed my hand, and I blushed instantly. I truly only believed that men kissed women’s hands a long, long time ago, or only in movies, so when it happened, I couldn't control the way it made me feel, like a girl with her first crush. But with the butterflies that swarmed inside me, I knew he was the one

He gets out of the bath before me letting me relax a little more while he dries off, getting dressed in a pair of black boxer-briefs and a pair of gray sweatpants, leaving nothing to the imagination when I look at his cock, that you can clearly see the outline of through the pants. He doesn’t bother putting a shirt on, so when he’s done getting dressed, he comes over and helps me slowly get out of the tub, setting a towel down on the stairs that surround his tub, for me to sit on. He walks to the counter and grabs two other towels, wrapping one around my shivering body, then he takes the other one and starts drying off my legs before working his way up to the rest of my body. I’ve never had someone take the time or care to dry me off, it’s the cutest and sexiest thing ever. Watching this strong man who looks like your typical bad boy, with sexy tattoos that cover his muscular arms perfectly, taking the time to dry me off. His large hands make everything about me look tiny, the way he gently moves my body as he slides the towel up and down, making sure he doesn’t miss a spot. He kneels down before he helps me stand, his face right in front of my pussy. He’s not even thinking anything naughty for once and my mind instantly goes to bad things. If I could stay in a room with him for a day and not have to leave, I’m sure we’d have sex the whole time.

He reaches up, drying my stomach off before placing the towel around my back and moving the towel back and forth to get my lower back and ass.

“I never thought I’d be turned on by drying someone off, but damn, Sugar, this is doing it for me,” he says in a gravelly voice.

I let out a soft moan, because the way he says it makes my pussy throb. “I was thinking the same thing, I’ve never had someone dry me off before and I never imagined it would be this sexy,” I say in a breathless whisper, trying to calm myself down before we end up going another round. He stands up wrapping the towel around and over my shoulders before he steps out of his bathroom and walks into his bedroom. He comes back with one of his black T-shirts and a pair of basketball shorts, which I’m sure will both be extremely large on me. But I’m thankful for the warm clothes.

He gently places the T-shirt over my head and just as I guessed it’s huge. The sleeves stopping halfway down my arm, past my elbows. His large shorts I have to roll up a few times because even using the drawstrings isn’t enough to keep them up on my waist, even with my curvy hips and bubble ass. I look down and giggle a little at how funny I look, but I love it. I look up and see a big smile on his face. “You look so sexy right now wearing my clothes, Emerald.” He starts slowly pulling me in before leaning down to place a gentle kiss to my lips. I wrap my arms around his neck as he wraps his around my waist, there’s just something about his big strong hands on my body that I love. We stand there for a few minutes as he leaves gentle kisses on my lips and I feel like time stands still, every time we kiss, I feel like I’m the only thing that’s ever mattered to him.

“Wanna go sit out on the back patio?” he asks slowly, pulling his lips away from my mouth, as he reaches a hand up and gently strokes my cheek with his knuckles.

“Sounds good to me.” I hold out my hand for his and he takes mine, giving it two gentle squeezes before we start walking out his bedroom door.

We head out through his garage and Creedence walks right by his motorcycle without even giving it a glance. I don’t want to push him, but I feel like I need to do something to motivate him to ride again, for his brother and for himself. Or to at least see if he still loves riding. I stop for a minute and look at his bike, as I slowly walk over to it and run my fingers down the black seat up to the handles. I’ve never been on a motorcycle before, but I’ve always wanted to go on one. But this has nothing to do with me wanting to go on one and everything to do with me wanting him to find his love for riding again for himself and to feel close to his brother. I’ve heard that sometimes doing something that you shared with a loved one who has passed helps you feel closer to them, and I know they enjoyed riding together. I stop my thoughts smiling for a second as I hear Creed’s footsteps come back into the garage.

“Hey, Sugar, everything okay?” he asks slowly, walking over to me with a look on his face like he’s seen a ghost.

“Yeah, just thinking about how I’ve never been on one before. Your bike sure is pretty and it just caught my eye, sorry for touching it and bringing you back over to it,” I say, tucking my idea away in my mind, with a frown on my face. Hoping he’s not mad at me for being by his bike. But I can’t help it, it’s so pretty, I’ve never seen a bike like this before, it’s completely blacked out, nothing about it has color except for black. Dark black. “What kind of bike is this, a Harley?” I guess hoping it comes off sexy instead of biting me in the ass and being the wrong bike.

“It’s okay, Emerald, you can be by it. Sometimes it just…makes all the memories rush back at once so it catches me off guard is all but I’m okay.” He walks over to me wrapping his arms around my waist from behind as he rests his head on my shoulder. I place my head back against his chest and turn my head up to the left to look up at him.

“You don’t have to hide your feelings from me, please don’t let me stop you from feeling things.” I give a half smile looking up at him.

“I appreciate that. I usually do try to tuck them aside when I’m around people so it’s nice to know I can really be myself around you and not feel embarrassed.” He lets out a sigh while staring down at his bike. “And also, yes it’s a Harley Davidson Chopper.” He winks at me like he knew I was just guessing but he was a little impressed by it.

“Creed, you have nothing to be embarrassed of and I’m sure your friends would understand too. You got yourself a great group of friends, I know damn well they’d never do or say anything to make you feel embarrassed or ashamed for having feelings. You can express and be yourself around them.” I pause for a minute thinking before talking again. “I hope this doesn’t come out wrong when I say this, but I get the feeling you haven't given yourself the time to fully grieve. If you’re constantly tucking your feelings aside, which is totally okay, I’m not saying you can’t ever do that. But I’m just letting you know I’m here and feel free to get it out, let yourself be free of the guilt and what if’s and the it should have been me and start living your life how your brother would want you to live it for you and for him.” I tighten my hold on his arms that are still wrapped around me and snuggle my face into his as we stand there. He doesn’t say anything, but I can feel the sadness radiating from his body and I know he’s allowing himself to feel whatever he needs too in this moment.

He lets go of me and goes around to the front of the garage pressing the button to open the big door, I stand there watching it slowly lift up. He then goes over and grabs a key off a shelf and starts walking towards his bike. He places his left hand on the left handlebar and picks up his right leg, lifting it over the side of the bike to where he’s now standing and straddling his bike. Shit does he look fucking hot. He straightens it out and puts the key in the ignition, he hesitates for a second before his shaky hands slowly turn it, taking a deep breath he brings the bike to life, revving it. I jump a little not used to the loud sound and smile as he stands there with tears in his eyes and a slight smirk on his face. You can tell he’s still afraid to smile and be happy, but he is happy at the same time if that makes sense. He stands there straddling his bike, tears stream down his face as he revs it. You can tell it makes him feel guilty, but it almost looks like a weight was somewhat lifted off him. Like the more he’s near his bike a little more of the guilt is taken away. I hope to help him replace the guilt with good memories. I never knew his brother, but I’m sure he wouldn’t want him to spend the rest of his life living in grief and guilt. He will always grieve the loss of his brother, but he doesn’t need to feel guilty for being alive while doing it.

Ten minutes later he turns off the engine with an actual smile on his face, it’s a sad smile but he’s smiling. I stood here in silence allowing him to do what he needed, you could tell he was lost in memories, but I didn’t want to bother him, so I stood here in case he needed me. He lets out a breath that sounded like he was holding the whole time and brings his hands up to his face and wipes his tear-streaked cheeks off. He takes one hand and wipes at his nose a little before getting off his bike and placing his key back on the shelf. When he’s done, he walks over to me and slowly wraps his arms around me, holding me close to him while my head rests against his chest. I can hear his heart racing and feel it pulsing against my cheek. It feels like his heart might explode out of his chest so I squeeze him back tighter hoping to calm his racing heart. He pulls away slightly, looking down at me.

“Thank you.” His smile is a little happier this time as he talks.

“You don’t have to thank me, I’m just happy I could be here for you.” I lean in and slowly kiss his shirtless chest.

“I love you, Sugar.” He leans down and kisses me, swiping his tongue against my lips as I open to allow his tongue to meet mine. He sucks my bottom lip in, and I let out a slight moan without even meaning to, not even able to control the way my body reacts to him.

I pull away before I get too carried away and we end up fucking in the garage.

“I love you, Creedence, so much.” I hug him again. I can still hear his heart as my ear rests against his chest. It’s not racing as fast as it was but it’s still a little stronger than it normally is.

“Let’s head out back. I think I might need another drink.” He might laugh like he’s joking but I wouldn’t blame him for needing a drink after that moment he just experienced.

“Hey man what’s up?” Carsten says to Creed as he stands up and gives him a slight hug before doing their little handshake that they’ve been doing forever. If I’m not mistaken, I think Creedence said they’ve been doing that handshake since they made it up in middle school together. I think it’s cute, but I won’t tell two men that their handshake is cute, I don’t want to ruin it for them. Although I don’t think they’d care, they’d probably laugh and agree with me while still doing it.

“Nothing much man, just came out here to drink and get some fresh air,” Creedence says with a slight chuckle.

“Ahh fresh air huh must have been “busy” in there all this time,” Carsten laughs, making air quotes around the word busy as he says it.

“Something like that, what did you say that one time with Winter, you were gonna be busy talking about your feelings and stuff.” He laughs at him shaking his head.

“Ohh yeah we were very busy that day, we had a lot of feelings to discuss.” Carsten takes a couple sips of his beer with a big cheesy grin on his face. I’m sure he’s grinning at the memories of him and my best friend fucking like crazy. Yeah, Winter and I tell each other everything including stuff about our sex lives. Except for everything Creedence and I just did. That will be my little secret. I would never tell Winter about the things I love him doing to me. That I have to keep to myself.

“Do I even want to know what this “talking about our feelings” and stuff is about?” I ask laughing, having an idea but curious as to what they’ll say.

“Yeah, Carst here brought Winter over to fuck and said they were gonna go talk about their feelings like we were fucking idiots and didn’t know what they were going to do.” He laughs while Carsten throws a stick from the bush at Creedence.

“Hey man, that was secret information.” Carsten shakes his head at Creedence. You can tell he’s not really mad about it but they just like fucking around with each other.

“Well, I’ll forget I even heard anything about your “talking about your feelings and stuff” conversation.” I snort a little while laughing, making the guys look at me and us start to laugh some more.

Creedence walks over and sits on one of the bar stools and pats his leg for me to sit on. I love that even though there’s a stool next to him he still wants me on his lap. It’s like no matter how close I am to him it’s not close enough and I love it.

“Thank you, Em, I appreciate that. I’m sure Winter would appreciate you not being a blabbermouth like Creedence over here too.” He laughs, obviously joking but pretending to be hurt by Creedence’s actions.

“Blabbermouth?” Creedence asks him as he grabs a beer from their mini fridge behind their bar.

“Are we five here bro? Who the fuck says blabbermouth these days, I felt like you were telling on me.”

“Whatever man, snitches get stitches, remember that bro.” Carsten laughs as he stands up and grabs a bottle of tequila from behind the counter and three shot glasses.

“Hahah whatever the fuck you say man, whatever the fuck you say. Fuckin weirdo.” Creedence is cracking up and I love this relationship they share.

“Let's do some shots guys.” Carsten comes back down to sit next to him again lining up the shot glasses pouring tequila in each of them. Making my face naturally turn up in disgust because I fucking hate tequila. But I’m still gonna do it anyway.

“So, I heard uhh that you uhh…” He pauses, treading carefully not sure what to say but wanting to say something. “I heard you started her up in there.” Creedence calls his motorcycle a her, so I think he knows what he’s doing saying her instead of actually saying what he’s talking about.

“Yeah man umm…” Creed stops, clearing his throat for a second before he continues. You can tell he’s having a hard time talking about it, especially because we didn’t know anyone else was outside when he started it up. We actually thought we were home alone. “Emerald is kinda trying to help me with all of it and stuff.” He clears his throat before changing the subject.

“So, where's Winter?” And that’s all we needed to see he didn’t want to continue the conversation. Which is understandable, he’s finally starting to open up more about the whole situation, so I think we both understand not to pry, especially Carsten who has been around it longer than I have.

“She's finishing her shift up at Lisa’s Diner and then we're hanging out, not sure what we're doing yet though,” Carsten says looking away, you can tell he feels bad for bringing up the motorcycle.

“We should all hang out together, I’ll text Winter to see if she’s up for it, if that’s cool with you guys?” I ask, trying to lighten the mood before things become more awkward.

“Yeah, that’s fine with me, I’m sure she’d like that a lot actually.” Carsten smiles. I love that every time he talks about Winter it brings a big smile to his face.

“I’m cool with that too.” Creedence chugs down the rest of his beer before reaching for his other one he placed on the counter. Probably trying to distract his mind and calm his nerves. Sometimes dealing with grief that you’ve been trying to ignore can take a lot out of you and be exhausting.

I take a sip of my cherry vodka and Sprite and text Winter.

Emerald

hey bitch

Winter

sup hoe, miss your face

Emerald

Miss your face too, I’m with the guys, do you and Carsten wanna hang out when you’re done working?

Winter

I’m down with that, what did the guys say?

Emerald

They’re cool with it… I told them I’d ask you

Winter

yeah lets do it what do you guys want to do?

“She wants to know what we want to do?” I look back to the guys, accidentally interrupting them mid conversation.

“Well, Winter loves to dance,” Carsten says sarcastically. “We can always head to Black Velvet and eat and have some drinks.” His shoulders shake as he laughs at what he just said. We all know how much Winter dislikes dancing but still does it to make her friends and Carsten happy. I think she secretly likes it and just doesn’t want to admit it though. I laugh to myself at that one because who am I kidding even I know that isn’t true.

“That’s fine with me, what about you, Creed?” I ask him, snapping him out of his thoughts. He seems spaced out since he sat on his motorcycle. I really hope me bringing it up and standing by it didn’t upset him and he’s just trying to act like he’s not bothered to not upset me? I know he wants us to be open and honest so I think he’d tell me if he was, at least I would hope he’d tell me.

“What’d you guys say? Sorry, I was zoned out.” He blinks a couple times and shakes his head quickly.

“Do you wanna go to Black Velvet to eat, drink, and dance?” I give a big smile, “Please, you know I love dancing?” I ask giving him a pouty face knowing he’s not a fan of dancing, but he’ll dance with me. And he has a weak spot for my pouty face.

“Anything for you, Sugar.” He winks at me. “I love watching you dance; god is it sexy. So, I’m down.” He rubs my shoulders a little before sliding his arms around my waist stirring the butterflies in my stomach.

“Awesome, let me see what Winter says.” I open my phone back up to respond to her text.

Emerald

Black velvet?

I send it to her and see a typing response then it stops before she starts typing again.

Emerald

food, drinks and dancing please bitch you know you wanna shake your ass with me? Lol

Winter

was literally just typing. FINEEEE. Of course we can I miss shaking my ass with you lol

Emerald

fucking awesome!! I’m excited!

Winter

Me too can’t wait to kiss your face. Literally I’m going to give you a big ole kiss on the cheek, we are living at the moment together and never see each other I miss you skank

Emerald

good I’ll kiss your cheek back hoe, I miss you too

Winter

yay! See you when I get home… we dressin like hoes tonight betch

Emerald

HELL YEAH!! Hoes it is… the men will love it

Winter

yeah probably too much hahaha

Emerald

my thoughts exactly lol

Winter

see you lover

Emerald

see you lover face

“She said she’s down. Yes!! I’m so excited, I love dancing,” I say standing up looking at the guys who look not so excited about dancing. Oh well, they’ll love it when we start grinding up on each other and dancing like hoes together.

“I’m not a fan of dancing but I’d let you grind up on me any day, Sugar.” Creedence winks at me and I can feel my face heating up from blushing.

“Am I gonna have to walk away from the two of you so you guys can talk about important things?” Carsten laughs as Creedence throws his head back laughing. I shake my head holding back the giggle myself as a smile takes over my face. It’s hard not to laugh about that even if I wasn’t there.

“Yeah man, we gotta talk about our feelings and stuff. No jackass, you think I’m gonna fuck her outside where people can see?” He laughs again pulling me closer to him. “This right here.” He rubs his hands up and down my sides like he’s showing me off. “This is all mine. No one else can see any of this except for me, well Emerald of course.” He kisses my neck gently. For some reason that makes my thighs tighten together turning me on just thinking about his hard cock being inside me. Fuck he’s so addicting I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of having sex with this sexy man sitting here looking over at his friend with the sexiest smile on his face while he sips on his beer.

“Hey, sometimes you get caught up in the moment, I know there’s been a few times where Winter and I have almost fucked outside.” He wiggles his eyebrows with a funny look on his face and it’s hard not to laugh again. I love all these people and this friend group I was sort of dragged into.

“Hey now, I'm sure Winter would want to be present for this conversation.” I shove Carsten in a playful way.

“Ehh she wouldn’t mind she loves you guys, plus you know Winter she’d probably be the first to go into details then pull me away for a quickie.” He smirks and lets out a slight laugh. “My little Snowflake isn’t shy like she used to be.” He gets a look on his face like he’s thinking of all the times she hasn’t been innocent with him, and he smiles. “She’s definitely not shy anymore. That's for sure.” Then he drinks his beer.

“Gosh yes, she has no shame in sharing her business and I love that the most about her. I’m so glad you two got together, you’ve brought out the best version of my best friend and saved her in more ways than one.” I smile over at him while bringing my straw to my lips taking a drink of my cherry vodka and Sprite.

“I can’t take all the credit; she definitely saved me from continuing to live a life of doing stupid shit. I love my Snowflake more than my life, that’s for sure.” He stares off smiling, you can tell he’s caught up in thoughts of her. Winter and Carsten have been to hell and back in their relationship. But have come out so much stronger as a couple and a family.

“What time are we going tonight?” Creed asks. “Sorry, not trying to change the subject or anything, I just figured we should get a game plan, do you guys wanna go eat first or order some pizza before we head out? Or just get food there?” He takes another chug of his beer before placing it down and lightly squeezes my love handles before pushing me down into his hard cock a little. I look over at Carsten eyes wide with somewhat embarrassment because he just did that around his friend. But Carsten is lost in his phone, probably texting Winter. Thank god. So, I get Creedence back in his own game by slowly rotating myself like I’m adjusting the way I’m sitting but grind myself down into him making him tighten his hold even more.

“I’m fine with pizza, the only good places to eat around here really is Lisa’s Diner or Black Velvet. The other bars are shit and do we really want to drive a half hour or so for food?” I let out a breath. “And I know I don’t want to go there on my day off and I’m sure Winter doesn't want to go back up there and deal with that bitch, Stacy.” I laugh just thinking about how much we both despise her, especially Winter after she tried taking Carsten from her during their brief break up.

“Yeah, I don’t feel like dealing with Stacy either, let’s get some pizza then we’ll head out.” Carsten grabs his and Creedence’s empty beer bottles, throwing them in the recycling bin.

“Winter should be home within a half hour actually then we can discuss pizza while the girls get ready…cause we both know they’ll need some time to get ready.” He laughs looking over at Creedence.

“Hey, nothing wrong with us taking our time to look good for you guys... Dick.” I laugh shoving him as he pulls me back into his body even though I just stood up for the first time since we’ve been out here. Another example of what I mean by he loves me being close enough to touch me.

“I never said there was anything wrong with it, I think it’s cute that you like to take your time to look good. Although you don’t need to because you look sexy just wearing my clothes.” Creedence wiggles his eyebrows up and down at me while slightly pushing me down into his hard cock again and it’s so hard for me to not let out a moan because the angle I’m sitting his cock lines up perfectly with my pussy. Damn I swear this man is always ready to fuck and I love it. I never thought I’d find myself a man who loved to fuck as much as I do, especially with all the shit he’s into. It’s like he was made for me. I’ve been wanting to try all of that for so long and never found a man willing to. Until Creedence.

About an hour later after eating and getting ready for the night I think it’s finally time to head out.

“Ready to head next door to show the boys our hoe outfits?” Winter asks as she checks her outfit in the mirror one last time. Before glancing down at her phone for the millionth time.

She always gets extra nervous with weekends away from the twins. I don’t blame her, honestly, I don’t know how she does it. But she’s an amazing mom. Her and Carsten do everything for those little ones.

“It’s okay Winter,” I tell her. “The twins are going to be okay. Let’s have a fun night out, you guys need it babe.” I give her a quick hug. “You guys deserve it. Your littles will be okay.”

“Girl, it’s just so hard. I’m so thankful for a little break but damn I miss them so much.” She siffles a little like she’s about to start crying and my eyes widen.

“Winter you better not cry. You’ll mess up your makeup.” I chuckle smacking her ass as I walk over to my nightstand to grab my phone from the charger.

“Hey, that was my ass. Bitch.” She tries to smack mine back and misses. “And thanks girl, I appreciate you always making me feel better about my babies.” She smiles at me while waving her hands in front of her eyes like she’s trying to dry the tears before they fall.

“Let’s go show the boys our outfits.” She checks herself out one last time before turning towards me.

“Hell yeah! I can’t wait to see the look on their faces.” I decided to wear a strapless tight fitted black dress, it cuts down into a V cut right between my breasts showing off how great and full they look, something I know Creedence will love. With my black low heel knee boots. My dress stops right below my ass, just enough to where I can bend down without showing it off but enough to tease him all night. God I can’t wait to feel his hands on me in this dress, he makes me feel so fucking sexy, I’ve never had a man make me feel so wanted all the time, I love it, and I hope he can’t keep his hands off me tonight.

“Well then let's go bitch,” Winter says, standing there in her tight hot pink skirt with a black crop top and her black low heel knee boots that match mine, we bought them together. We buy a lot of clothes that match. Always have purposely and accidentally also another reason why I swear she’s my female soul mate.

“Let’s go hoe, let’s go make their jaws drop.” I wink at her as we start heading down the stairs and out the front door.