Merry Little Cluster Fudge (The Price of Love #3.5)

5. Chapter Five

chapter five

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Emmett

I stormed out of the bar, my blood boiling. The tropical paradise around me suddenly felt like it was mocking me.

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.

My feet carried me away from the others, away from my father and his... girlfriend. I could barely bring myself to think the word.

I heard quick footsteps behind me and knew instinctively it was Callie. Her presence was soothing and agitating at the same time. I hated her seeing me angry. After rounding a final corner, I found myself in a secluded spot under a stairwell. My fist connected with the wall before I could stop myself.

"Emmett." Callie placed a gentle hand on my arm, and I felt some of the tension leave my body.

I spun to face her, my chest heaving. "Can you believe this shit, Cal? A girlfriend? For six fucking months?"

Her green eyes were filled with sympathy. She cupped my face in her hands, her thumbs stroking my cheeks. "I know, baby. I know it's a shock."

Her words, her touch, they acted on my frayed nerves like a balm. But they also ignited something within me. A need to feel, to forget, to lose myself in her. I spun us around and pressed her against the wall. My lips found her neck, kissing and nipping at the soft skin.

Callie gasped, her hands flying to my hair. "Emmett," she breathed, half warning, half encouragement.

I ground my hips into hers. "I need you," I growled against her skin. "Need to feel you."

Her breath hitched, her body arching into mine. "Here? Now? Anyone could see..."

I pulled back, searching her face. Her pupils were blown wide, and a flush was creeping up her neck. "Does that excite you, baby?" I asked, my voice soft and husky.

She bit her lip and gave an almost imperceptible nod. Holy shit.

"I think you have a hidden exhibitionism kink, Cal," I crooned, my lips brushing against her ear. "Looks like we're going to have to explore it in the Caribbean."

A small whimper escaped her lips. "Please, Emmett," she begged, her hips rocking against mine. "Fuck me. Right here. I don't care who sees."

My cock hardened instantly. I crashed my lips to hers, smothering her moans. Callie fumbled at my swim shorts, almost ripping them in her impatience.

"You sure about this, baby?" I asked, giving her one last chance to back out.

Her lust-glazed eyes met mine. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

I grinned and slid my hand up her thigh, pushing her sundress higher. "Then hold on tight, sweetheart. We're about to give this resort one hell of a show."

Callie's head fell back against the wall, lips parted, eyes closed. By now I was almost painfully hard.

I slid my hand into her bikini bottoms, finding her already slick and swollen. She gasped, her hips bucking against. I circled her clit slowly, teasingly, relishing the way her breath stuttered each time I grazed that sensitive bud.

"Emmett," she whimpered, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Please..."

I slipped two fingers inside her. She was so tight, so wet, so perfect. When I curled my fingers and found that special spot, she cried out and buried her face in my shoulder.

"More," she groaned, panting against my neck. "I need you inside me. Now."

I withdrew my hand, ignoring her whine of protest, and hastily pushed down my swim shorts. My cock sprang free, achingly erect and glistening with pre-cum. I lifted Callie, her legs wrapping around my waist instinctively.

"Ready?" I grunted, positioning myself at her entrance.

She nodded frantically. "Fuck me, Emmett. Forget everything but me."

I snapped my hips and thrust into her. We both groaned at the sensation, the feeling of being so perfectly connected. I paused for a moment, savoring the tight heat of her around me.

"Move," Callie clinging around my neck and grinding against me.

I obliged, setting a hard, fast rhythm that had her gasping with each thrust. The slap of skin against skin filled the room, mixing with our heavy breathing and muffled moans.

Fuck, she feels amazing. I could feel myself getting close already, the combination of the risky location and her responsiveness pushing me towards the edge.

"Touch yourself." I ground out. "I want to feel you come."

Callie worked her hand between us, her fingers finding her clit. I felt her walls start to squeeze, and her breathing became more erratic.

"That's it, baby. Let go. Come for me."

Her orgasm hit her hard, her body tensing as she cried out my name. The feeling of her clenching around me was too much, and I followed her over the edge, spilling inside her with a low groan.

We leaned against the wall, panting and trembling in the aftermath. Slowly, I lowered Callie back to her feet, making sure she was steady before I let go.

"Holy shit," she slurred, a lazy smile spreading across her face.

I chuckled, tucking myself back into my shorts. "That's one way to put it."

Callie smoothed down her dress. Her cheeks were still flushed, and her chest was heaving. "I can't believe we just did that," she whispered, glancing around nervously.

I pulled her close, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Regrets?"

She looked me in the eye and shook her head. "None. That was... incredibly hot."

I grinned smugly. "Glad you enjoyed it, Mrs. Price. Because I have a feeling this vacation is about to get a lot more interesting."

Callie's light, carefree laugh was a welcome departure from the tension from earlier, and some of my anger melted away.

"We should probably get back," she said, though she made no move to leave my arms. "The others will be wondering where we went."

I sighed. "Yeah, I guess we should. I still can't believe my dad?—"

She silenced me with a finger on my lips. "Let's not think about that right now. We'll deal with it later, okay? For now, let's just enjoy our vacation."

I nodded. What would I do without her? As we made our way back to the bar, hand in hand, I wondered what other surprises this vacation had in store for us.