Her smile grew bigger across her face as she lifted her shirt and pulled it over her head. Tossing it lightly to the floor, Adaline pushed her finger into her mouth and pulled it out. She ran it softly down her body as she took a step closer to me.
“I want you so badly, Emmit. I can feel how wet I am for you.”
My eyes closed as I dropped my head back while a low growl escaped from my mouth. “Fucking hell, Addie.”
Adaline placed both hands on the armrest of my chair as she licked her lips. “It’s your turn to take something off.”
I swallowed hard and quickly unzipped my pants. Lifting my ass, I pulled them down as Adaline watched my every move. With one quick move, Adaline stood and unclasped her bra.
Jesus. I am going to come just looking at her.
Adaline reached down and ran her fingers lightly across my dick. Moaning, I reached down and grabbed myself. She pulled her hand back and slowly pushed her skirt down, kicking it off to the side. Adaline stood before me in nothing but a sexy pair of pink panties. Her hands moved up to her breast as she dropped her head back and played with her nipples.
“Fuck yeah that looks hot, Addie.”
With each whimper and moan, my dick got harder and harder, to the point it was painful.
Addie slipped her hand into her panties, and I about flew out of the fucking chair. Pumping my dick harder, I fought to find the words to speak. “Addie . . . need . . . oh God!”
Dropping her head back down, Adaline crawled on top of me and started to grind against me. I reached for her hips and pulled her closer to me.
“Emmit, oh Emmit!” Addie cried out as I pulled her lips to mine. Our kiss was passionate and Adaline’s body trembled, telling me she was close.
Adaline grabbed onto my shoulders and began to grind harder as she moaned into my mouth. Something about being so close, yet separated by the thin pieces of fabric was turning me on even more.
Adaline’s entire body shook as her orgasm raced through her. I pulled my mouth from her mouth and gasped, “I need inside you now.”
I’d never seen Adaline move as fast as she did. Standing, she pulled her panties off then reached for my shirt. Ripping it over my head, she placed her hands on my bare chest.
“I’m going to take my time with you baby.”
The smile that spread across her face caused my heart to drop. The things this girl did to me were insane.
Adaline sat on the bed and slowly moved back until she was lying down. Her body called to me as I crawled over her, slowly placing gentle kisses over her body. Stopping my lips just inches from hers, I smiled and whispered, “You’re mine.”
My heart felt as if it was going to burst right through my chest as Adaline lifted her hand and gently placed it on the side of my face.
Pressing her lips together, a single tear rolled down her beautiful face as she said, “Forever yours.”
Four Months Later
AS THE BUS PULLED OUT of Bristol Motor speedway, I sat curled up on the sofa while Emmit took a few minutes to himself. He had finished third after leading most of the race. Malcolm had bumped him in turn four with three laps to go, causing Emmit to get loose and lose two spots. Needless to say, Emmit was not happy Malcolm won the race.
My phone buzzed as I picked it up and read the text message from my father.
Dad: He’ll cool down soon enough. Just give him some time.
Smiling, I shook my head and hit reply.
Me: I know, Daddy. He seems really tired.
Dad: It’s an off week. Why don’t y’all go somewhere, get his mind off of racing and onto other things.
My face blushed as I pursed my lips together. I knew my father wasn’t meaning it how I took it. The idea of spending some alone time with Emmit had me feeling all kinds of giddy.
Me: Emmit has a trip planned. He hasn’t said anything to me about it. I think it’s a surprise.
Dad: Let’s see if he can top the last surprise! Call me tomorrow baby girl.
Me: Okay, Dad. Love you and mom!
I dropped my phone into my lap and smiled as I thought back to the day I got Dakota, my brown and white paint.
“No peeking, Addie!”
I held onto Emmit’s hands as he led me down a path. I hadn’t had a chance to wander around Emmit’s property yet, but I did know he had a small track for racing go-carts, a barn, a large tank filled with bass, and a range he used for shooting his bow.
“I’m not peeking I promise!” I said with a giggle. Taking in a breath, I snarled my lip. Did Emmit have cows?
“Is that cow crap I smell?”
Emmit laughed and said, “Close . . . but not close enough.”
We came to a stop and my body shuddered when I felt Emmit’s lips against the sensitive skin under my ear. “Are you ready?”
Nodding my head like a five year old in a candy store, I quickly said, “Yes! I’ve been ready.”
The moment the blindfold was removed, I took a second to adjust my eyes. Looking over Emmit’s shoulder I saw her. A beautiful brown and white paint horse. Robby Quick, who was a part of Emmit’s pit crew, stood next to her holding her reins.
My hands went to my mouth as I tried like hell not to cry. Emmit placed his hand on my lower back and guided me over to her. “She’s yours, baby.”
It felt as if I was walking on cloud nine as I walked right up to her and ran my hand over her beautiful body. Bobbing her head, she let out a whine and turned to me.
“What’s her name?” I asked, as I looked her over.
Emmit walked up and gave her a good pat. “Dakota.”
Leaning in closer to her, I pressed my face into her side and took in a deep breath. My face was beginning to hurt from smiling so big.
Turning to Emmit, I threw myself into his arms and buried my face into his neck. “Oh, Emmit! She’s beyond beautiful! Thank you!”
Emmit spun me around as he laughed and said, “I’m so glad you like her, pumpkin.”
The moment my feet touched the ground again, I turned back to my beauty. “Like her? I love her!”
“What’s the smile for?”
Emmit’s voice pulled me from my memory as I glanced up and took in his beautiful sight. His body was perfect. He worked out six days a week, and ran at least two miles. Lola and I did good trying to keep up with him on his runs. I was pretty sure she was happy when I came into the scene since my stride was much slower than Emmit’s. He ran circles around me.
“I was thinking back to the day you gave me Dakota.”
The grin that spread across Emmit’s face made me feel better. I knew he was angry. Not at me, but at what had happened on the racetrack. He usually needed a few hours to himself and then he was calmed down.
Sitting down, he motioned for me to come sit next to him. There was no getting intimate on the bus when we were driving, unless we were in the bedroom. Hank sat just a few feet away from us as he sang along to something he was listening to.