“Yes.” She closed in on him.
Surprise fluttered over him at the lust in her expression. Apparently, a new side of her came out when she drank, a less inhibited side. He liked this side. A lot.
Like she was a damn pro, she stepped between his thighs, never taking her eyes off him, attempting to own him for a moment. For right now, he let her.
A sexy smile rose to her face as she took his cock into her hand. He groaned while she playfully held him then licked from the base of his dick all the way to the tip while watching him. His eyes shut when she slid her tongue around the tip, teasing him. He groaned when she began licking his shaft, following the bulging veins along the side, and he reopened his eyes to stroke her cheek.
Christ, she looked perfect sucking him off.
Soon, he lost sight of her pretty eyes again as she leaned over him, her damp hair falling over his thighs. A moan fell from his lips when she gently tickled her hands over him then dragged her tongue up his shaft and glanced at him again. For one second the moonlight displayed her playful eyes on him, teasing him, he was sure of that, before she took him deep into her mouth. He hissed, tossing his head back as she stroked him, squeezing him tight. Her lips dragged behind, her tongue a wet pleasure he became lost in. He grunted, his hands turned into fists when she held the base of his cock then slowly dragged her mouth off, rolling her tongue along the tip until she took him back between her lips and sucked her cheeks in around him.
“Jesus Christ, Emma,” he growled.
Her mouth popped off, those playful eyes returning to him. She tickled the tip again, smiling at him. Giving him a little of the dirty talk she had learned he liked, she asked, “Do you like the way I suck your cock?”
“Yes.” He inhaled sharply, gritting his teeth. “Don’t stop.”
His eyes closed again when she brought him deeper into her mouth, stroking him, slow and steady. It became too much; she drove him crazy. She placed her mouth right on the tip, sucking hard and pumping her hand up and down over his shaft. Every so often, she’d take him in fully, and he hissed against the pleasure. He couldn’t take his eyes off her bobbing head, working hard to make him come. Both hands stroked him now, giving him a tight, wet channel to fuck, and he was going to lose it. She stopped sucking him to watch him, while she pumped her hands up and down his shaft, intent to bring him to orgasm.
“Fuck . . .” He groaned, sucking in a deep breath, his arms and legs beginning to tremble. She worked for it, jerking him in a steady rhythm, until his groans came right on top of each other, and he lost his control. His eyes shut and he grunted, again and again, his semen spilling over her hands.
With a final shudder, he reopened his eyes, breathless, and she dipped her fingers into the water, cleaning them. His chest rose and fell with his heavy breaths while she grinned at him, obviously proud of herself for getting him off and taking control of him.
He smiled back, thinking her cute, then pushed off the rock, landing back in the water with her. She squeaked when he grabbed her, wrapping one arm around her waist to lift her feet onto a rock, bringing her out of the water. Not giving her a chance to catch up, he dropped his hand between her legs. He did not hesitate. She was drenched, ready to play, and he took full advantage. One finger slid inside her then another, and she moaned.
He arched a single eyebrow at her. “Ready for a ride, darlin’?”
Her lips parted to reply. But before she could, he thrust his fingers up inside her, the water splashing around them. The moment her eyes grew wide with pleasure, he knew he’d found her sweet spot and began moving his fingers back and forth, none too gently. Her response was immediate.
“Holy fuuuuuck,” she gasped, a gasp that hastily turned into a piercing scream of euphoria as her head fell back, her taut nipples pointing up to the sky. The moonlight cast a stunning glow over her gorgeous creamy skin while she crashed into her pleasure, going wild around him.
By the time he was done with her, she was sinking back into the water, utterly limp, his hand on her arm the only thing keeping her afloat.
Now he grinned. “That’s how we end, Emma. Always.”
* * *
Late into the night, with a blanket around Shep’s shoulders then tucked over Emma, she sat on his lap in an Adirondack chair, staring at the flickering fire. Harper had gone home with Brody and his girlfriend, and Chase and Nash had gone to bed inside. The slow country music song played softly through the speaker resting on the chair across from her. The night was quiet, so silent that she could hear Shep’s breathing by her ear.
While the silence was peaceful and relaxing, a thought kept repeating in her mind. No matter how much she tried to push it away, the same thing came circling back, maybe because of all the sweet things that Shep had done for her. She somehow wanted to take some of the weight of his life away. “Your mom will be okay if you have to sell your father’s land,” she said.
Shep pulled the blanket tighter around them. “Let me guess, my mother told you the other day I was stressed, didn’t she?”
“Not in so many words, but she did say that she was worried about you.” Emma gazed into the flicker of the fire, mesmerized by the vibrant colors. “Even without her saying anything, I can tell you’re stressed.”
“How?” he murmured in her ear.
“When you go quiet, you’re thinking, not resting.”
“Well, you’re not wrong,” he said. “I’m trying to come up with a solution to all this without making things harder on my mom.”
“I know you are, but honestly, she’ll be okay. Maybe not at first, because change is hard.” Emma knew that one for herself. She’d been there. Change is a certain type of hell that could break a person, but . . . “Once it’s all said and done, she’ll see that she’s going to be okay.”
The second the words left her mouth, Emma began to see how much she was okay too. She hadn’t been before, but now there was a brightness to life again that hadn’t been there. She owed that to Shep. He made her transition to River Rock easier because he helped give her a new life full of excitement and thrills. Was this life different than her life in New York City? Yes. Did she miss the big city? A little, if she was honest with herself. But she was beginning to fall in love with this new reality she was living, and Shep was a big part of that.
He gave a long-suffering sigh then shifted Emma to the side so she could see his face. The orange hue lit up his cheekbone, detailing all the masculine lines, and showed all the responsibilities in his eye. “I know that my mom will be all right. That’s not my worry.”
“Then what is?”