Runaway Bride’s Guide to Love (Guide to Love #1)

18. Emmett

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emmett

I’ve always been a fan of consistency. Monotony is okay in my book. As long as you’re enjoying it, why rock the boat?

I just never knew monotony could be this…exciting. Or maybe it’s just because every night with Stella is the same, but each night somehow tops the last.

Take tonight, for example. We weren’t even inside five seconds before I had her pressed against the wall, kissing her like I’d die if I didn’t. Before either of us could catch our breath, we were ripping each other’s clothes off and I was fucking her in the entry way.

Most nights are like this—each of us so desperate for the other we barely make it inside before things escalate. I don’t know what it is about her. But each night when we come back to our respective houses, it’s like I can’t wait anymore. The need to touch her is overwhelming. The pull to kiss her is too strong to fight off.

And I don’t want to fight it off. I want as much as I can get for however long I can have it. Which in my case is two more days.

And that fucking sucks.

I’m not ready for this to be over. Not even a little bit. And as I stand here in front of the open freezer on the mission to get us ice cream, all I can think about is how I’m on a running clock. It’s the countdown I never want to end.

Before Stella, I’d never woken up next to a woman, but now I can’t imagine not seeing her first thing in the morning. I’ve become quite used to the feeling of her head on my chest and her arm slung over my stomach as she sleeps. Sometimes in the middle of the night I’ll reach for her, because I can’t sleep without holding her.

And it’s not even just the physical that I’m going to miss. I’ve gotten used to our nightly sweet treats. Or lazily watching television together. Or the boring days we spend lounging around the house or at the beach. Hell, I’d even go shopping with her again. While I’d never personally spend that much on a pair of shoes, I’d buy her a hundred pairs to see the pure joy on her face when she put them on. I’m going to miss her laugh. Her witty sense of humor. And her blush when I catch her looking at me.

Fuck….I’m going to miss all of it.

Which is how I know without a shadow of a doubt this needs to stop. Nothing this good lasts forever. That’s one thing I know for certain. We’re living in a fantasy world right now. When we’re back in Nashville with jobs and lives and families and everything else, it won’t be like this. So while I might be enjoying my time with Stella, this needs to stop while we’re ahead. It’s the smart thing to do.

Though sometimes I hate being fucking smart.

“Are we out of ice cream?”

The sound of Stella’s voice shakes me a little, but I’m immediately calmed when I feel her arms wrap around my waist.

You’re still in the bubble. This is okay. Enjoy every minute while you’re here. Don’t waste a single one.

“We’re not.” I grab the ice cream from the freezer before turning around. I place it down on the counter but quickly pick her up to set her on the island. We’re eye level, which gives me the chance to gaze into her eyes for a few seconds. Fuck, they’re gorgeous. She’s gorgeous. But she’s more than that.

She’s…everything.

“Got in my head for a second. Sorry.”

“Nothing to apologize for.” She gives me a sympathetic look as she softly runs a hand through my hair. “Want to talk about it?”

I slowly shake my head as I lean into her touch. “Not important. Definitely not as important as tonight’s sweet treat.”

I take her hand and place a kiss into her palm before taking a step back. Except when I step away, I catch a glance at the bottoms she’s wearing.

Boxer shorts. My boxer shorts. And not a pair she grabbed from the clothes I’ve started keeping over here. But the ones I gave her the night we first met.

“What are those?” I shift my glance from the shorts to her blushing face. She’s biting her lip as if she’s nervous. I can take a guess as to why she is, but little does she know she should be nervous for a whole other reason.

Because seeing her in my clothes is doing something to me in ways I’ve never felt. And it’s making me think things I’ve never thought.

Like this woman is mine.

Like the thought of her wearing any other man’s clothes makes me murderous.

Like I don’t want this to end in two days.

“Your shorts?”

I grab the waistband with both hands and step back to her. Her legs instantly go around my waist so she has no choice but to feel my cock pressing against her through the fabric.

“Have you worn them before?”

I see her swallow before she answers. “Yes.”

“Why have I never seen them?”

Her smile goes from nervous to playful. “Because when I’m with you I’m usually naked. ”

Fair. And a naked Stella is never a bad thing.

“If I would’ve known this was an option, I might have kept you clothed more.”

“Really?” She raises an eyebrow as her hand reaches down and inside the sleep pants I’m wearing, slowing beginning to stroke me. “You don’t want me naked?”

The growl I let out echoes through the room. “I never said that.”

My mouth finds the base of her neck, which is open for me because of the off-the-shoulder T-shirt she’s wearing. Stella starts moving around, but it’s not her normal fidgets when I’m hitting the spot that sends her wild. I quickly take a peek to see that she’s trying to take off her—my—shorts.

Except that’s not going to do.

“Stop.”

The worried look on her face quickly disappears when I give her a reassuring kiss. “I know we’ve done this a few times now, but I do have a rule that I should probably tell you about.”

“And what is that?”

I lift the shirt over her head, leaving her topless for me on the island.

“When you’re with me, you don’t open a car door.”

I lean down and give a quick suck to one of her perky nipples. “You don’t ever pay.”

I switch over to the other, giving it a pop as I release it.

“You always come first. In every way.”

I lean in closer to her, my lips next to her ear as I hook my fingers into the shorts. “And you don’t ever rob me of the pleasure of taking off every last piece of your clothing. Understand?”

“Yes…”

With that one word, I strip the shorts off her, leaving her gloriously naked for me.

Sweet treat indeed.

I tilt her back slightly, looping my arms under her knees so I can put her in the perfect position. I lick my lips as I lower my mouth to her beautiful, and waiting, pussy. It’s wet and glistening and fucking mine.

“Oh!” Her gasp comes with an accompanying pull to my hair. But she’s not trying to pull me away. Oh no, she’s holding on for dear life.

Little does she know I’ve got her. I’ll always have her.

That thought should scare me. It should make me run, even though right now my tongue is licking the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. But it doesn’t. And I’m not going to think too hard into why. No, I’m going to enjoy this night. I’m going to enjoy her. I’m going to let my mouth suck at her clit. I’m going to let my fingers enter her and find new spots that send her hips bucking into my face. I’m going to flick my tongue until she screams and begs for me to stop.

And then I’m going to fuck her like only I can do. I’m going to make sure I stay with her as long as she’s going to stay with me.

“Emmett…”

I feel her pussy starting to pulse around me. She’s so close. I insert another finger and hook them just where I know she likes it as I give a few more flicks to her clit. The combination sends her into an orgasm that leaves her literally shaking and screaming.

“Fuck!”

“Soon,” I say as I bring her down. I rise up to her, making sure she watches me as I lick my fingers, making sure to get every drop of her pleasure. “So sweet.”

It’s at that moment I see the tub of ice cream I got out earlier. Stella doesn’t see what I’m doing as her eyes are closed, still recouping from the orgasms. I quickly grab a spoon from the drawer next to me and take off the lid, scooping up a bite.

“Open for me, Tiger.”

She first opens her eyes to see the waiting spoon with vanilla ice cream on it before slowly opening her mouth. I place the spoon on her tongue and watch as she takes the bite. I take it out, but quickly dive in for a kiss so I can feel the coldness in her mouth with mine.

“Another?”

She nods as I repeat the gesture, only this time our kiss lingers longer. When I reluctantly pull away I watch as she opens her mouth again. Only she doesn’t realize that’s not where I’m putting the next bite.

I take a scoop of the melting ice cream and carefully let it spill onto her breast. The moment the cold touches her peaked nipple, Stella’s eyes go wide and a tiny scream comes out. It’s quickly followed by a moan of pleasure as I dive in, licking every drop of it off her perfect tit.

“Holy shit…”

I smile as I do it again, this time on the other side, resulting in the same “yip” followed by the same sob of pleasure.

There are a lot of things I know I’d miss, or feel differently about, when I went back to Nashville. Ice cream was already going to be on that list. But now? I don’t know if I can ever eat it again without thinking about Stella, laid out for me, as I lick ice cream off her perfect body.

“Emmett…” Stella’s words grab hold of me before I can take another scoop. “I need you. Inside of me. Please.”

Her desperate words hit me square in the chest. I quickly lower the flannel pants I came downstairs in, freeing my aching dick that’s been begging to be freed since the moment I felt Stella’s arms around me.

I start to line myself up at her center when I realize I don’t have a condom down here.

“Fuck,” I groan as my arms fall to the island and I hang my head. “We need to go upstairs.”

I move myself so I can pick her up when her hands grab my forearms. “No. I want you here. Nothing between us.”

My eyes grow wide. “Are you sure? I’m clean, but…”

I don’t know where my sentence was headed, but I don’t need to as Stella shakes her head. “I’m on the pill. And clean. After…before I came here…I got a blood test. My results came back today that I’m clean. I just…I know this is almost over, and I want to feel you. All of you.”

Her words hit me straight in the heart as I crash my lips to hers. My hands reach behind her back as I pick her up and lift her up to bring her closer to the edge of the island. Our mouths stay fused together as I enter her, which is the only reason I don’t wake up the entire Florida Panhandle the second I feel Stella’s warm heat on my cock.

“Fuck, Tiger,” I groan, burying my head into her shoulder as I slowly start working in and out of her. “You feel so fucking good. Too good.”

Her hands reach around to my back, pulling me into her as if I can get any closer. “Make me yours, Emmett. Even if just for tonight. Make me yours.”

There’s no way Stella could’ve known what I’ve been thinking about all night, and I don’t tell her. Instead I do as she asks.

I make her mine. I pretend she’s mine. I fuck her like she’s mine.

Mine.

The single word lights a fire in me as I begin driving into Stella. She’s clutching onto my biceps, her nails leaving marks in my skin. It’s not long before I spill inside of her, her orgasm coming within seconds of mine.

We don’t say anything as we come down from our highs. Or anything as I slip out of her. Or when I take a warm towel to her throbbing pussy. We don’t say a word as we go back to bed.

Instead we slip under the covers, our bodies connecting like magnets. Her head finds my chest and her body wraps around me like if she doesn’t hold onto me I might disappear.

I’m not. At least not for another two days.

Because as long as we’re here, Stella Banks is mine.