Stolen Course (Wrecked and Ruined #2)

“Chains, huh?” she questions with a sexy smile pulling at her lips that goes directly to my cock.

“Oh, Emmy, you need to leave. I’m about thirty seconds away from bending you over this desk. I’d probably lose my job for cuffing you then fucking you in the middle of the office. But if you throw another one of those smiles my way, I might be willing to choose a new career path.”

Emma chokes out a surprised laugh. “Well we can’t have that. I’m too high maintenance for you to be unemployed.” She tries to cover it with a joke, but judging by her nipples suddenly peaked under her shirt, she’s turned on. The mental image of those beautiful pink nipples gives me an idea.

“Give me a hug then get out of here.” I pull her hard against my body for what any outsider would assume is an innocent goodbye gesture. I squeeze her tight then whisper into her ear, “Your nipples are so responsive to me, and tonight, we are going to do a little experimenting. See, I like a challenge too. It just dawned on me that I’ve never made you come without touching your pussy. I have no doubt it can and will be done tonight though. It’s just going to be my hands, mouth, and these.” I bring a hand between us and gently brush over her nipple.

I quickly release her and step away. She sways, almost tipping over at my sudden departure. She can’t hide the lust behind her eyes any more than I can hide my hard-on.

“You always do make the best plans.” she breathes, straightening her un-messed hair. “I’ll be at your place at six. Don’t be late.” She leans forward for a light peck then walks out the door.

I watch her ass as she walks away. I don’t know what I did to deserve a woman as amazing as Emma. It sure as hell wasn’t being kind or forgiving. But regardless of why, I silently thank the Lord for whatever it was.





“HUNTER!” EMMA squeals.

I watch as some asshole picks up my woman and spins her around like they are in the middle of some atrocious romantic comedy.

“Hey, sugar,” he says, putting her back on her feet.

It’s been six weeks since Emma moved up to Chicago, and “the guys,” as she calls them, are just now dragging their lazy asses up here with all her stuff.

Emma and I have been doing really well at balancing our lives together. We acknowledge Sarah but never discuss her. Emma goes to visit her twice a week at rehab, and on those nights, I lock myself in the shop and catch up on my woodworks. Yeah, it’s my way of being a bitter dick without taking it out on Emma. It never gets easier, knowing that Emma is spending time with the woman I hate most in this world. I did, however, agree to make it work. And if it means I get to keep Emma, I can bottle that hate up. I’m just terrified it will eventually explode.

Emma and I spend more time together than apart. I’m not falling in love with Emma. Oh, I’ve more than passed that. I am unquestionably in love with Emma Jane Erickson. And while that feeling usually elates me, some days it scares the ever-living shit out of me. I never thought I would feel this way again after Manda, and I am constantly on the edge of my seat waiting for it all to be snatched away from me again. That alone is the only reason why I haven’t told her how I feel yet. I think Emma loves me too, but I want to give it some time before I drop the L-bomb on her. That shit changes everything—for better or worse.

So I stand here watching her fawn all over these two guys, and it isn’t sitting well with me. I’m not usually a jealous guy, but no other man should be looking at her the way this “Hunter” guy is right now.

“Caleb Jones.” I extend a hand, forcing him to release her in order to shake it.

“Hunter Coy,” he answers, giving my hand an unnecessarily hard squeeze.

Oh yeah, this asshole is challenging me.

“Caleb, these are my best friends Hunter and Alex.”

I extend a hand to the big guy who towers over me. Alex is huge and, thankfully, a bit standoffish with Emma. He gave her a hug when they first got here, but he quickly released her. Unlike this Hunter prick, who ran into her arms with his ridiculously tight nut-huggers and frat-boy-pink polo shirt.

“I can’t believe y’all are here!” Emma jumps around, and both of these jerk-offs’ eyes glance down at her boobs. Yeah, this little visit isn’t going to end well.

“All right, let’s get this unloaded so you guys can get some rest. I’m sure you’re tired from the drive. What hotel are you staying at?” I ask the big guy.

“Caleb! They’re staying with me. You know that. Quit being a dick,” Emma says, calling me on my bullshit.

I roll my eyes and head to the back of the U-Haul, wanting to get this over with as quickly as possible. Three days. They are only in town for three days.

“I want to go out tonight,” Hunter states, once again pulling Emma against his side.