“You’re a natural,” I grunt. My eyes roll back with ecstasy as I tangle my hand in Emma’s hair and start to move her head up and down. Her technique is messy and inexperienced but there is clear passion behind it and her efforts to please me are immensely satisfying.
I take Emma’s free hand in mine and guide it to my balls. I show her how to massage them, keeping my fingers over hers until she has rhythm. It feels so heavenly that I realize I’m holding my breath just before I come.
“FUCK!” comes my roar as my fingers grip her hair tight. Emma takes my seed like a champ. She laps it up, licking her lips when she’s finished. As I look into her soft brown eyes, I feel something unlike anything I have ever felt. I still have no idea why a girl like Emma would want anything to do with a beast like me. She’s like my very own Beauty from the old story, and I’m the fucking monster.
Except I’m not keeping her here against her will.
She came to see me. She sought me out.
And why was I weak enough to cave once again?
“Dane?” When Emma speaks, her voice is soft and concerned. “What’s the matter?”
God, who is this beautiful girl, and why does she want anything to do with a creature like me?
“Nothing,” I lie. “There’s nothing wrong, sweetheart.”
9
Emma
This time, Dane doesn’t have to lead the way. I’m able to keep pace with him as we make our way out of the woods and back to town.
Something’s wrong. I don’t know what’s bothering him, but I can tell that there’s definitely something on Dane’s mind. But every time I ask him about it, he doesn’t reply.
“You can talk to me,” I say, offering the words like an olive branch. “I promise, I’m not going to tell anyone.”
The moon is shining high overhead in the sky and the nighttime air is chill and calm as we walk along in silence.
“Really,” I add. “Dane, I hardly even have any friends. And it’s not like I could ever— “
“Emma, enough,” Dane snaps. “Please. I don’t feel like having a conversation with you right now.”
I pout. His words sting – especially because I thought we’d been getting closer.
“Fine,” I mutter under my breath. “Don’t worry about it, then.”
Rocks and leaves crunch under my feet as I trudge along the road. By now, I recognize exactly where we are. We’re almost back to the road that leads into town, and my heart lurches when I realize that soon, it’ll be time to say goodbye.
I take a big gulp of air and swallow it nervously. I don’t want to go back to my boring life. I want to stay with Dane in his rustic little cabin, eating his stew and warming my feet by the fire.
Most of all, I want to stay in Dane’s bed. I want him to pull me into his arms and kiss me. I want him to hold me tight, all night long.
And I want his cock deep inside my pussy.
“Here we are,” Dane says gruffly. He clears his throat and stops walking.
I bite my lip and turn to him. In the moonlight, I can see the sharp angles of his cheekbones. His sapphire eyes look black.
“You’ll be fine on your own,” Dane says.
The tension between us is growing thicker with each passing second and again, I have to stifle the urge to throw my arms around his neck and crush my body to his. But the chance is slipping away, and I know I can’t do that.
I don’t have the courage to admit how I’m feeling. So I stare at Dane until he narrows his eyes.
“I don’t want to go,” I say softly. “I wish I could stay here with you.”
“Emma,” Dane says slowly. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“I do,” I insist. “I feel safe with you, Dane. Why can’t you just believe me?”
“Because you’re too young to know what you want,” Dane growls. “And I can’t let you get hurt.”
Before I can argue, he’s slipped away into the trees like some kind of phantom. I’m left standing there alone, and I feel like the world’s biggest fool.
How could a man like Dane Lowe ever want someone like me?
Goose bumps break out over my skin and I wrap my arms around myself and hug myself tightly. Dane must still be close by, but I can’t hear him – he’s so stealthy that he’s already managed to slip off.
With a deep sigh, I shove my hands in my pockets and turn towards town. I have no idea what my parents will say when I get home, but I’m not looking forward to lying and making up excuses.
After half an hour, I reach the end of the long driveway. I’m freezing cold by now – why was I dumb enough not to bring a warm coat? Because I wanted Dane to ask me to stay, I realize unhappily.