his proud cock, his flavor invades my senses and a small groan escapes me. He tastes so good, so rich, so... right.
But before I have a chance to wrap my lips fully around his length, I hear him mumble something about a kiss and he pulls back from my mouth and my hand. I can feel the loss. The sound of his jeans pulling up and his heavy footfalls leaving the room without a word snap me out of my daze and full into embarrassment. Hearing the front door close, I finally lift my eyes. Son of a bitch .
I don't want to cry. I feel like it, but I don't want to because after the day I've had, I don't know if I'll be able to stop once I start. I pull the bags off the bed, grab my PJ's and toothbrush and head into the bathroom for a quick clean up before I pull myself up and into the bed, where I roll on my side, hoping for sleep to come.
CHAPTER SEVEN
I t's not long before a light knock on the door is immediately followed by a soft, "Hello? Katie?"
I stifle the urge to hide my head under the pillow on hearing Emma's voice filter into the bedroom. Her wild head of curls appears in the doorway shortly after.
"Hey, sorry. Didn't realize you'd gone to bed already. I just wanted to check in and say hi." Turning around to leave, I quickly stop her with a raised hand.
"No, no. I wasn't sleeping, just... caving," I confess with a grimace.
"Caving?" Emma questions, a small smile on her face, "Yes, I guess that's a good term for it. I've been known to do that once or twice, holing up in a dark corner until the world stops spinning and leaves you the fuck alone. Something like that?"
A laugh bubbles up in my chest, and with it a tiny corner of the tight hold on my day's emotions peels up. Shit. With the first tear only halfway down my cheek, Emma has already somehow managed to get herself halfway on the bed beside me, hugging me close. I should be completely weirded out by this, but I'm too tired and wrought out at this point to feel anything but relief at the comforting arms around me. So the floodgates break open. For the next ten minutes or so, I let it all out, broken open by the unfamiliar feel of a nurturing hand stroking my back and the soft words of comfort murmured in my ear. When I finally pull back, I'm shocked to see Emma's face as wet as mine is with tears of her own.
"I think we needed that. Yeah?" She smiles through her tears, leaning over to grab a box of tissues off the nightstand.
"Guess so," I mumble, still a bit embarrassed at my breakdown and stunned at Emma's show of emotion. "I'm not usually one for crying."
Emma snorts out a laugh, "Yeah, I gathered as much, girl. Doesn't mean it isn't good to let 'er rip every now and then. Think of it as a cleansing."
Hmm, a cleansing. I have to admit I do feel lighter somehow.
"When Caleb came storming in the backdoor and made a beeline for the office, I figured something might be off, so I came to check. Guess it's been an intense kinda day all around."
This time it's my turn to snort. "Understatement of the year."
"Yeah. I figured that when Gus showed up shortly after you guys pulled up to the guesthouse and could barely throw me a hello and a kiss before he thundered through to the back office. Both guys are locked in there now, plotting God knows what and letting all that testosterone fly. I thought I'd come see what damage Caleb had done here before he came tearing in."
God that woman is funny; she has me laughing out loud now, her eyes sparkling with a remainder of earlier tears and a healthy dose of humor. I’m finding a whole new understanding of what makes her so special, and I have to admit that she’s perfect for Gus. On impulse, I give her a hug.
"Thank you," I tell her quietly, before letting her go.
"Well now that we have the sappy stuff out of the way, let's get to the dirt. What did that idiot do, before he came over?"
"Erm, well, we kinda had a fight."
"Figured that one out myself. I need more."
"Okay," I hesitate. I don't know how to 'do' girl
But before I have a chance to wrap my lips fully around his length, I hear him mumble something about a kiss and he pulls back from my mouth and my hand. I can feel the loss. The sound of his jeans pulling up and his heavy footfalls leaving the room without a word snap me out of my daze and full into embarrassment. Hearing the front door close, I finally lift my eyes. Son of a bitch .
I don't want to cry. I feel like it, but I don't want to because after the day I've had, I don't know if I'll be able to stop once I start. I pull the bags off the bed, grab my PJ's and toothbrush and head into the bathroom for a quick clean up before I pull myself up and into the bed, where I roll on my side, hoping for sleep to come.
CHAPTER SEVEN
I t's not long before a light knock on the door is immediately followed by a soft, "Hello? Katie?"
I stifle the urge to hide my head under the pillow on hearing Emma's voice filter into the bedroom. Her wild head of curls appears in the doorway shortly after.
"Hey, sorry. Didn't realize you'd gone to bed already. I just wanted to check in and say hi." Turning around to leave, I quickly stop her with a raised hand.
"No, no. I wasn't sleeping, just... caving," I confess with a grimace.
"Caving?" Emma questions, a small smile on her face, "Yes, I guess that's a good term for it. I've been known to do that once or twice, holing up in a dark corner until the world stops spinning and leaves you the fuck alone. Something like that?"
A laugh bubbles up in my chest, and with it a tiny corner of the tight hold on my day's emotions peels up. Shit. With the first tear only halfway down my cheek, Emma has already somehow managed to get herself halfway on the bed beside me, hugging me close. I should be completely weirded out by this, but I'm too tired and wrought out at this point to feel anything but relief at the comforting arms around me. So the floodgates break open. For the next ten minutes or so, I let it all out, broken open by the unfamiliar feel of a nurturing hand stroking my back and the soft words of comfort murmured in my ear. When I finally pull back, I'm shocked to see Emma's face as wet as mine is with tears of her own.
"I think we needed that. Yeah?" She smiles through her tears, leaning over to grab a box of tissues off the nightstand.
"Guess so," I mumble, still a bit embarrassed at my breakdown and stunned at Emma's show of emotion. "I'm not usually one for crying."
Emma snorts out a laugh, "Yeah, I gathered as much, girl. Doesn't mean it isn't good to let 'er rip every now and then. Think of it as a cleansing."
Hmm, a cleansing. I have to admit I do feel lighter somehow.
"When Caleb came storming in the backdoor and made a beeline for the office, I figured something might be off, so I came to check. Guess it's been an intense kinda day all around."
This time it's my turn to snort. "Understatement of the year."
"Yeah. I figured that when Gus showed up shortly after you guys pulled up to the guesthouse and could barely throw me a hello and a kiss before he thundered through to the back office. Both guys are locked in there now, plotting God knows what and letting all that testosterone fly. I thought I'd come see what damage Caleb had done here before he came tearing in."
God that woman is funny; she has me laughing out loud now, her eyes sparkling with a remainder of earlier tears and a healthy dose of humor. I’m finding a whole new understanding of what makes her so special, and I have to admit that she’s perfect for Gus. On impulse, I give her a hug.
"Thank you," I tell her quietly, before letting her go.
"Well now that we have the sappy stuff out of the way, let's get to the dirt. What did that idiot do, before he came over?"
"Erm, well, we kinda had a fight."
"Figured that one out myself. I need more."
"Okay," I hesitate. I don't know how to 'do' girl
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