The rough command has me stilling, but it’s torture, my body needing more. I am so close to the edge, so close. Ryder senses it and slides his hand down my throat into my tank top. My breathing becomes erratic and my body desperate for release. His skilled fingers find my puckered nipple and pinches with enough force that the pleasure shoots between my legs and sends me over the edge.
He removes his hand from my breast and slaps it over my mouth, muffling my cries of pleasure. And thank god for that because I couldn’t have stopped if I tried. He doesn’t let up until every ounce of pleasure spills from my body. Once my tremors cease I lay back against him, limp and sated. He removes his hand from between my legs and wraps his arm around my waist, while the other locks possessively across my chest. His warm lips trail down the side of my throat as I catch my breath. “You’re so beautiful, Em.” My heart melts at his sincere whisper in my ear. He has always made me feel beautiful, which means everything to someone who was always told they weren’t good enough.
Turning in his arms, I bring my mouth to his and kiss him with everything I am and everything I feel. I show him how much I have missed him and I don’t stop until my lungs are craving air. His intense green eyes shine bright with so many emotions. Lust, restraint and something else, something that has my heart turning over in my chest. “Take me home, Ryder. I don’t want to wait any longer to feel you inside of me.”
He doesn’t need any convincing. Giving me one more deep, hard kiss, I stand and attempt to fix my skirt, but Ryder grabs my hand then starts hauling ass down the stairs. I try to keep up with him but clearly I’m not moving fast enough, because once we get to the bottom of the stairs he picks me up around the waist and blows out of our theatre’s door. I wrap my arms around his neck with a giggle.
“There is nothing funny about how hard you make my dick, Em.”
He races to the exit doors but I stop his quick pursuit. “Wait!”
“What?” He looks down at me impatiently.
“I need to go to the bathroom.”
He stares at me in utter disbelief. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?” I shake my head and try to keep a straight face at his expression. He blows out a heavy breath. “Fine. Hurry up or I’m coming in there and we are fucking in the girls’ bathroom.”
I don’t doubt for a moment he’s serious, not after what he just did to me in the theatre. “I promise. I’ll be quick.” The entire walk to the bathroom I can feel his eyes on me, roving as if it were his hands. Lord I cannot wait to get home.
Ryder
I watch Emily walk into the bathroom and want to fucking weep. My cock is so goddamn hard I fear it’s going to fucking break off. I run a hand through my hair and get a whiff of her sweet scent still on my fingers. Seeing her face when she saw that sex scene for the first time, and the way she came apart for me watching it… Fuck, it was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
I hope I can hold back long enough to say what needs to be said. I know we have to deal with the past and I have to tell her the truth before we move forward. I can’t keep it from her any longer. It’s one thing to touch her and another to fuck her. I just hope she understands, hell, I will make her understand.
My cell phone rings and I see it’s Stone. I go find a quiet corner to answer. “Jameson.” I get a bunch of static so I plug my ear and turn into the corner until it’s clearer. “Hello?”
“We need to talk.” I can tell by his tone this can’t wait.
I look behind me to see Emily is still in the bathroom, but I get static again so I turn back around. “What’s going on?”
“I just saw the school counselor, Marianne Olsen. I have some new information and it sounds like this shit is even bigger than we anticipated, Jameson.”
“What are you talking about?”
“When Cassie went missing, and no one would help her, she did some digging on her own. She has a good friend who works for Child Protective Services, who told her rumors circulated in the office about Michaels before. Apparently there was a social worker who tried bringing him down sixteen years prior.”
“Sixteen?” Jesus, how the fuck has he gotten away with it for this long?
“Yeah, and supposedly she was building quite the case, but most of her evidence was circumstantial. So she decided to play detective. Marianne’s friend said she heard that this social worker decided to go undercover at one of his charity functions; she said something big was going down and she would be able to get solid evidence. Only she was never seen again.” I grunt, not surprised to hear that. “Now this is where shit gets twisted. Her friend said that the circumstantial evidence she had involved high profilers – the majority were politicians from other states and countries. Girls were being trafficked within the web of the involved parties. I think we have more than just this group home, Jameson, I think we have stumbled upon a major human trafficking ring.”
Well shit! “We need to bring this to Senator Adams, when I spoke with him today this was far from what he was suspecting, but he may have some insight as to who else may be involved. I’m thinking there has to be someone higher up, because sixteen years ago Michaels would have only been Lieutenant Governor, maybe even lower on the chain. Not saying he isn’t one of the big fish now, but back then there must have been someone more influential who was able to keep this quiet.”
“If what this lady says is true it sounds like a lot of this shit is going down at his charity functions, which are being held at his plantation. You need to speed shit along with your girlfriend, Jameson. No more pussyfooting around with her. I can’t get that fucking girl from the group home out of my head, and I want this shit solved now – before those girls are moved to god knows where.”
My temper spikes. “And you think I don’t? I’m an FBI Agent, Stone, not a fucking magician. This shit takes time. I haven’t seen this girl for six years and…”
The sound of a gasp has me realizing my mistake too late. Turning around I see Emily standing behind me, her blue eyes filled with shock and betrayal while tears stream down her face. Fuck! Clearly she heard more than just the last part. Before I have a chance to say anything she takes off. “Shit! I gotta go!” Hanging up, I start after her. “Emily, wait!”
She ignores me and runs out of the theatre. I bolt out the door into the dark night, almost plowing people down in my haste. I catch up to her quickly and snag her arm. “Em, will you just fucking wait!”
She spins around and I don’t anticipate the blow to my face, her hand leaving a good fucking sting on my cheek. “Don’t touch me!”
“Baby, just let me explain…”
“I heard enough,” she sobs, backing further and further away from me. The pain on her expression makes me feel like someone just punched me in the throat. “God I am so stupid, I can’t believe I fell for your shit! Well never again, Ryder, you can go to hell!”
She turns back around and I’m about to go after her again when the squeal of tires catches my attention. Turning, I see a dark car peeling out of its spot with its lights turned off. That was my first warning; the second was the back window rolling down.
Fuck! I spring into action, adrenaline fueling my speed. “EMILY, GET DOWN!” My warning shout has her spinning around. Her eyes widen in fear as she sees me charging at her then suddenly everything happens in slow motion. Gunshots and screams sound behind me just as I plow into her and take her down. I try to take the brunt of our fall then roll over top of her. Glass shatters and rains down on us from the store windows, the crashing sound mixing in with Emily’s screams. Reaching down, I grab my gun that’s strapped to my ankle, but by the time I have it aimed the car is turning the corner and everything is over within seconds.
I quickly rise up on my arms to check Emily, and see her face pale with fear and her eyes wide with shock. There is a small gash at the top right corner of her forehead. “Shit.” I push her hair back to make sure there is no glass in it. “You okay, baby?”