“God Ember. I fucking love you. Fuck, I love you so much.” Planting kisses all over her face, I draw a giggle from her lips. She looks like a goddess beneath me. Her cheeks heated and pink, all for me.
Still buried inside of her and I’m already thinking of having her again. As we lay there skin to skin, heartbeat to heartbeat, I thank God for the second chance He’s given me. There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for Ember. Finally pulling out of her body, I press my lips against hers and then get off the bed. Walking to the bathroom to clean up. Grabbing a rag, I quickly run the warm water over it and clean myself off. I grab a separate rag for her and wet it. Walking into the bedroom I see her laid out in the bed, her hair mussed and she’s drifting off. I bring the rag between her legs and clean her off. Taking care of her is my number one priority in the world. I toss the rag aside and climb in beside her, pulling her into my arms. The storm still rages outside and I know immediately she’s asleep. Her chest rises and falls softly against my own. The storm rages on outside and my eyes drift shut. I doubt I’ll get a peaceful moment of rest, but if there was anything that would give me peace it’s this beautiful girl lying in my arms.
I wake up suddenly with the feeling of dread creeping up my spine and my body drenched in sweat. Fuck, I’m glad I woke up before the flashbacks started. I don’t want her to have to see that shit. I feel Ember stir beside me, snuggling in closer and sighing against my chest. I hate that this shit even touches her. I kick the sheet off and try to cool down. Her nipples harden against my chest with the sudden cool air and my mouth waters. My dick stirs to life and I reach over and lay her gently on her back. Her hair fanned out behind her makes her looks like a fucking dream. She never stirs as I spread her legs and run my tongue along her pussy. I take my time devouring her, and finally as I suck her tiny little clit into my mouth her hands find my head, pushing my face harder against her. Pulling back a fraction I look up at her and find her cheeks flushed and her chest heaving.
“Mornin’ baby,” I smirk and plant kisses along her thighs. Moving up her body I settle against her and tease her opening with my cock, barely pushing inside and then pulling back. Her moans against my ear give me exactly what I need and I spend the rest of the morning relearning her body in the best way.
Ember
Hale and I are sitting on the couch, watching Sons of Anarchy reruns and sharing a bowl ofCaptain Crunch at three in the afternoon. He kept me up until the sunlight began streaming in the windows and I am not complaining. Having him next to me doing something as simple as watching TV and eating Captain Crunch seems like a dream. It’s hard not to touch him constantly, when it feels like he could disappear in front of me.
“I’m going to keep the house, Hale. I know you’re working on your dad’s house, so I’ll talk with B and see if I can move in here and she can stay at the apartment. I don’t want to leave her with more of a burden than she can handle. Is that okay?” He smirks, “You don’t have to ask me Em. This is just as much yours as mine. I hope one day I’ll get you under the same roof as me, but we can take things at your pace. I know school and dance is going to be a lot.” He picks my hand up and kisses the palm.
“It’s not like you’ll be very far... It’ll be just like we’re in high school again. Minus the dry humping.” I laugh, giving him a playful shove.
“Nope, but a lot of fucking humping babe.” Good Lord.
Hale decided today that he wanted to take me on a real date. Things have been so hectic with Nan’s house and dance, especially with school starting up in a few days, it’ll be nice to have time together. I feel like there’s so much new to learn about him. Thanksgiving is tomorrow and I’m planning to cook a meal for him and B and Nashville. I know a few of Nan’s recipes and it’s just Hale and I. Neither of us have any family outside of each other. I tried to ask Hale where he was taking me tonight, but he’s tight lipped. The only thing he’s said is wear something comfortable and be ready by seven. I’ve been trying to unpack as many boxes as possible today to have some resemblance of organization. Everything’s strewn around and I can’t find half of the things I’m looking for. I decide on a simple cream sweater and a dark wash pair of jeans that go perfect with the brown riding boots I just miraculously pulled from a box. After stepping out of the shower, I take extra time to blow dry and curl my hair, letting it fall in long waves down my back. I sit down at the old cherry wood antique vanity that was passed down to Nan from great grandmamma to me, and take a moment to look at myself. My cheeks are flushed, my eyes are bright, and my skin looks healthy. It’s as if just having Hale near me brings out the best in me.
I hear footsteps behind me and I see Hale leaning against the doorway, watching me in the mirror. I was so lost in my head I didn’t even hear the front door open.
“I don’t know why you even put that shit on Em, you don’t need it,” he says, gesturing to the makeup that sits in front of me.
My cheeks heat at the compliment and I quickly swipe the lip gloss against my lips and stand. I pick up my purse and join him by the door.
“Flattery won’t get you anywhere mister.” I leave him standing there and sway my hips for affect. I hear his groan behind me. “Maybe we should just stay in and see a movie... I’m pretty sure there are a few spots on your body my tongue hasn’t touched.” He says as he comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, nuzzling my neck.
“Nope, you’re the one that said we should go on a date and you’re right. Things have happened so quick with us, Hale. I’m just afraid something is going to go wrong like it always has. It seems like every time we find some semblance of happiness, it’s ripped away...” Turning to face him, I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face in his chest. I feel like all I’ve done is cry for the past week and I wanted tonight to be fun and light, a night of pushing the rest of the bullshit away. Of course, I mess that up with my tears. “I’m sorry Hale, I’m trying to be strong,” I whisper to him.
He lifts my chin with his fingers, bringing my eyes to meet his own, “Hey, you have nothing to apologize for Sweet Girl. The shit we’ve been through Ember... It’s only going to make us stronger. It just gives us something more to fight for. We will make it through this.” Bringing his lips down to meet mine, he gives the sweetest, most tender kiss. Even if Hale isn’t the best with his words, he moves mountains with his touch. Even if we could never speak another word to the other again, our bodies could communicate in a way that our words never could.
Grinning, he grabs my favorite leather jacket from the coat rack and helps me slide it on and cuts off the lights.
“You know, maybe we should stay home. I’m feeling a little tired.” I joke, waggling my eyebrows at him. He halts mid-step. “Get your ass in the car Ember Ann before I take you in that house and fuck the shit out of you.”
I think I may need to back inside and change my underwear. Jesus Christ. This man is so yummy and he is all mine.
Hale
She’s so fucking beautiful, I can’t keep my hands off of her. The entire ride to the restaurant I kept glancing over at her until she caught me staring. I’m like a love-struck puppy. I planned on bringing her into the city and walking around downtown, but my leg has been fucked up all day, from moving all of her stuff from the apartment. I couldn’t sit it out and let all the other guys move shit while I watched. Now I’m paying for it. So I’m going to take her to her favorite Italian place in town and to see a movie. Whatever, call me cliché, but at least she’s mine for the next four hours.