“You look so fucking hot. Now fuck me. I’m all yours, baby.”
Placing my hands onto Emmit’s shoulders, he grabbed my hips as I moved. The feeling was amazing as I totally lost control and quickly got lost in my orgasm. It hit was such force, I screamed as I tried to get Emmit deeper into me. The moment his fingers dug in deeper into my hips, I knew he was about to come.
“You’re gripping my cock so hard . . . I’m going to come, baby.”
Emmit’s words pushed me over the ledge as I came with him again. I loved being on top. I always came when I was on top. The feeling of being in control while we fucked was something I loved more than I wanted to admit. I had fantasized about tying Emmit up more than one time. Maybe someday I’d work up the nerve to tell him my fantasies.
My forehead dropped to his, Emmit, and I pulled air into our lungs as I felt him twitching inside of me. I would have to say that operation get Emmit’s mind off of everything worked like a charm.
“I can’t wait until you’re pregnant, Addie.”
Those words wrapped around my entire body and caused a shiver to race across my skin. I wanted nothing more than to be carrying Emmit’s child. My mother thought we were rushing things, especially since she kept bringing up how I had run away not too long ago. I had admitted I let what I thought I saw and heard fuel my silly fears. I knew in the depths of my soul that Emmit would never cheat on me.
“Do you want to try for a baby, Emmit?”
Emmit’s eyes lit up as I felt him getting hard again. Lifting my eyebrows up, I let out a giggle. “Are you getting hard again?” I asked as I began moving my hips. I didn’t regret blurting out my question. I could see it in Emmit’s eyes he wanted a baby as much as I did.
Emmit answered me by pressing himself into me. “I would love to see your stomach growing with our child, but I want us to spend some time together first, Addie. Just you and me. When we have a baby, things will be different.”
I pulled my body back to get a better look at him. “What do you mean things will be different?”
Emmit pulled me back to him as he kissed along my neck. “I’m just saying, once we have a baby it won’t be us sneaking off to places together. There will be a little person involved.”
There was lightness in my chest as I thought about us having a baby. Emmit’s voice whispering against my neck had my lower stomach tightening with anticipation. “I’m going to make love to you now, baby.”
Before I even knew what was happening, my dress was over my head and on the floor as I laid on the sofa and Emmit made love to me every so slowly.
God I loved race day.
Two Months Later
AS I STOOD ON THE window of my car, I yelled out in victory lane. Turning, I quickly scanned for her.
Blue eyes caught mine as Adaline made her way over to me. Jumping down, I ignored all the pats on the back and the yells of congratulations. The only thing I saw was her.
Adaline.
My breath caught in my throat when she stopped in front of me. “You won,” she said as she pressed her lips together.
The last race of the season.
I raced my fucking ass off against Malcolm Wallace and even though I wanted to ram into the back of his car, I kept my cool and took the win from him. I knew by taking Malcolm out, I risked wrecking my own car.
“You know what’s even better than winning?”
Tilting her head to the side, Adaline asked with a smile, “What?”
I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her body flush against mine. “You kissing me in front of everyone.”
Adaline chuckled as she pressed her lips against mine.
I knew the world couldn’t be shut out for long. My name was called out and Adaline took a step back to let the rest of the world invade our moment.
“Emmit, how does it feel knowing you won the last one, but you were still out of reach of that title?”
With a smile and a small shrug, I looked into the reporter’s eyes and said, “There’s always next year.”
More rounds of post race interviews took us well into the night. By the time Adaline and I made it back to the bus, I was exhausted and Lola was ready to play.
“I just want a shower and a bed,” I mumbled as I walked past Adaline and into the bathroom.
Lola had been on my heels until Adaline called her to go outside.
As I stood under the shower, I thought about this past year. So much had happened and there was still so much more to come. In five weeks was the wedding. Five weeks and Adaline would be one-hundred percent mine. My hands pressed against the shower wall as I let the water run over my body and dreamed of marrying Adaline.
“Emmit, are you hungry?” Adaline called out.
My body came to life as her voice filled the bathroom. There was only one thing I was hungry for. Turning off the shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist and set out to find the love of my life.