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

27. Stella

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stella

“Emmett! Yes! Yes! Ah!”

With one more thrust, Emmett lets out a low, loud, groan as he finishes inside me.

And I can now say, for a matter of fact, that I know what it's like to be thoroughly fucked.

It was like he was a man possessed the second we walked into his house. We came back here to talk, and so I could start going through my things, but as soon as the door shut, our mouths were on each other and our clothes were coming off. We didn’t even make it into the bedroom.

“God damnit, Tiger,” he sighs as he rolls off me. His arm immediately wraps around my stomach, bringing me into him as he lays a kiss on my shoulder. “I swear, that was not my intention.”

“Really? You ask a girl back to your house after telling her that she’s yours, and you don’t think sex is the first thing that’s going to happen?”

He laughs and gives me another kiss. I’m really liking this playful and affectionate side of Emmett. “In my defense, I've never done this before, so I really didn't know what was about to happen. ”

I know he didn't mean to diminish the mood with that statement, but I can't help but feel a pang in my stomach. Because he's right. According to him, he’s never done this before. What changed his mind? Why did he come today other than, what I’m assuming, was Simon asking him to? Why did he say those things to Duncan? Was it the heat of the moment? Or is he in this? I don't want to assume anything before I hear the words from his mouth, but it's also really hard not to get my hopes up when he's looking at me right now like I am the only thing that matters in this world.

“Why did you come today, Emmett? I figure Simon asked you, but it had to be more than that.”

Emmett slightly nods as he grabs a blanket from his couch and drapes it over us.

“You're right. Yes, Simon asked me. Actually, he didn’t have to. He told me what you were doing, and I was in my truck before he could finish the sentence.”

He stops for a second, and I can tell he’s thinking about what he wants to say next. I don’t push because I know how important this moment is. Instead I just trace lines up and down his muscled arms. I mean to do it to give him comfort. I’d be lying if I didn’t get a little something out of it too. This man could make a career on a spicy site just for his arms.

“When Simon told me where you were, I didn’t hesitate. Not because I didn’t think you could handle yourself, but because when you realize that the woman you want to be with is fighting a battle, you want to be next to her on the field, fighting with her.”

Want to be with? Is this really happening?

“Emmett...”

“For my entire life, I was scared I was like my parents. I didn’t want to be my mom, jumping from relationship to relationship, but I was worried I was like my dad and that I’d leave when it got hard. I didn’t want to be either of them.”

“You were protecting yourself,” I say .

“No. I was protecting others,” he continues. “Or at least I thought I was. If you don’t get attached, no one gets hurt. It was great in theory.”

“In theory?”

“Yeah,” he says, his quiet smile starting to show. “Because the reason I could stay away was because they didn’t mean anything. Not seeing them, or not being with them, didn’t drive me crazy. They were forgettable. But you, Stella Banks? You’re as unforgettable as they come.”

Can you die from swooning? If so, I think I am.

I think Emmett realizes I’m speechless because he leans in for a kiss. I want to touch him and bring him in closer, but my entire body is paralyzed from his words.

“I know what you must be thinking,” he says when he pulls away.

“Please tell me, because I short circuited somewhere between fighting battles and being unforgettable.”

His laugh fills my heart as he kisses my shoulder. “You’re probably thinking, this isn’t what either of us said we wanted. We said two weeks in Florida. And that was it.”

“Oh yeah. We did say that.”

He rolls over and I bask in the feeling of his weight on me. “I know you said you weren’t ready. And I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. It’s probably a recipe for disaster. And I didn’t even ask if you want this. I’ve just assumed. Great job, Emmett. First woman you want to get serious with, and you just tell her she’s yours like she’s a goddamn piece of cattle at auction. What the fuck am I doing?”

I can’t contain my laugher. “Oh my God, Emmett Collins…you’re rambling.”

And if I couldn’t die from swoon anymore, Emmett’s face flushes red in embarrassment.

God, I love this man.

I thought I did before. I had more of a feeling earlier. But now? There’s no denying it. I’m in love with Emmett Collins .

“I know I said I wasn’t ready. And I don’t know if I am,” I begin. “I’m probably not healed. My ex is suing me. I’m living out of boxes at my sisters. I have a temp job I got from my brother. I’m a hot mess through and through. But what I do know is that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the day we met. It’s like you picked me off the floor from the bar and haven’t let go.”

Emmett leans down for a kiss, thinking I’m done. I’m not. I take in a breath to drum up some bravery, because I’m about to be as vulnerable as I think I’ve ever been.

“This last week, not seeing you, not knowing if I did something wrong to make you avoid me…it hurt, Emmett. It was the worst pain I might’ve ever felt, and I’m including my botched wedding in that. But that pain would be nothing compared to the thought of not being with you.”

I can’t say anything else before Emmett’s lips are on mine, kissing me harder than maybe he ever has. And that’s saying something, considering how we entered his house an hour ago.

This kiss is full of passion and love and a million other emotions wrapped in. But what’s striking me the most is that it doesn’t feel like it’s rushed. We’re not against a timer.

No, we can kiss all night. And tomorrow. And the next day, and the next.

We can kiss forever.

“You're going to have to be patient with me,” Emmett says as he rolls over, bringing me on top of him. “I have no idea how to be a partner or a boyfriend. Shit…how am I a boyfriend for the first time at thirty-seven years old?”

That makes me giggle. I love strong and silent Emmett, but rambling Emmett is quickly growing on me.

I tilt my head down to press a kiss at the top of his pec. “See, that’s where you’re wrong, Cap. The man who swept me off my feet? The man who saved me? Just be him, and you’ll be the best boyfriend ever. Oh, and make sure you always have ice cream for me. That’s a deal breaker. ”

I melt at his smile before his hands cup my face, connecting our lips once again. Our kiss quickly deepens, and just as I’m about to let my hand start traveling down, he sits up, never letting me go as he stands with ease and starts carrying me down the hallway.

How in the hell did he do that?

“Where are you taking me?”

“My bed,” he says as he kicks the door shut behind him. “Do you know how much it has killed me knowing that you slept in this bed? That I could smell you on my pillow days after you left?”

My pussy clenches at his words. Somehow knowing that Emmett was still thinking about me before we met in Florida is making me feel some sort of way.

He sits on the bed, keeping hold of me so I’m now straddling his lap. “I meant what I said earlier; you’re mine, Stella Banks. So how I see it, I’m going to have you in this bed. I’m going to make you scream my name in this bed. You’re going to come all over it when I eat that pretty pussy. And then I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’re never going to want to leave. How does that sound?”

How does that sound? Is he serious? Yeah, Cap…that sounds just absolutely horrible…

He doesn’t let me answer as he stands up, still holding on to me, only to turn around and drop me on his mattress. My giggles fill the room as he moves me higher up, allowing him to lay down and spread my legs open so he can fulfill one of his promises.

His hands run down my legs, sending shivers through my body before I feel his mouth on me. Fuck…I nearly forgot what his tongue felt like. I try to lay back and relax, wanting to feel every lick and suck he gives me. Every flick of his tongue and every move of his finger. But I can’t. It’s like every place he hits is a nerve that sends my body thrashing.

Incoherent words and sounds leave my mouth as I try to grab onto a pillow. What’s the pillow going to do? I don’t know. But I’m about to come harder than I think I ever have before, and I need something to hold onto so I don’t actually leave my body.

“Emmett! Ah! Yes!”

At least that’s what I mean to say when he inserts two fingers in and flicks the switch that makes me combust. Holy shit…I’m physically shaking as the orgasm runs through me. Also, I don’t know what time it is, but that might be a world record for an orgasm via tongue.

I can barely catch my breath before Emmett has climbed his way up me, snaking his arms under my back. I wrap my arms around him, holding on for dear life as he enters me.

And I need to. Oh my God, Emmett is a man possessed, but not in a scary way. Or rough. No. His head is buried in my shoulder. He’s holding onto me for dear life as our bodies connect at a furious pace. The only thing that slows us down is Emmett clutching me tighter so he can bring me up with him as he sits on his bed, our connection never breaking. I arch slightly, loving the new angle, which gives him access to latch onto one of my tits.

“Mine,” he groans before switching to the other.

“Yours.”

And I mean that. I’m his. It should scare me, saying that, knowing that I lost myself to the last man I was with. But I’m not. Not at all. If anything, I’m getting stronger because of him. He has reminded me of who I am, and he’s loving all the parts of me. Even the crazy ones.

So if being his means I’m more back to the Stella I used to know, then I’m good with that.

No. I’m great with that.

“Cap, I’m coming,” I whimper as he starts fucking me harder. “Please.”

I never need to ask twice. I arch back again, knowing that the slight change of angle will do exactly what we need. He circles my clit with his thumb, and it’s the magic switch to orgasms that rock us both.

A scream comes out of me as a roar leaves Emmett. It’s at this point I’m glad he lives in the country, because we would have disturbed the neighbors.

“Holy fuck, Tiger,” Emmett breathes out as he lowers me back to the bed. His arms wrap around me instantly, bringing me in to put my head on his chest.

God, I’ve missed this…

“If you were wondering, what we did right there is a good boyfriend thing. We should do that a lot.” My joke shakes his chest, and I hug him tighter. “I don’t want to leave.”

“Then don’t,” he says, kissing my forehead. “Stay the night.”

My body warms all over from the thought. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” his smile is maybe the biggest I’ve ever seen it. “We’ll get dinner. I’m sure there’s some show that’s come out recently that we can agree on. Have a lazy night in. Do that another three times. Whatta ya say?”

“I say that sounds like a perfect night in with my boyfriend.”

We fall into a comfortable silence. His fingers are lazily tracing circles on my back as I listen to his heartbeat come back to its normal pace.

That is until I realize something that neither of us thought to talk about that makes me sit straight up in the bed.

“What?” Emmett asks. “Are you okay?”

“I don’t know,” I admit. “We forgot something kind of big.”

“What? If it’s do I have ice cream, the answer is no, but people do get delivery out here.”

“Good to know, but that’s not it.”

“Tiger. Spit it out. It can’t be that bad.”

That’s up for debate…

“We need to figure out how to tell Simon.”