Corps Security: The Series (152 page)

“Come here first,” I request, patting the cushion next to me.

He places his iPad down on the coffee table and moves over. Then, much to my surprise, he lifts me off the couch and places my ass in his lap. I loop my arms around his neck and give him a soft kiss. His body visibly relaxes some at that.

“Calm down, baby,” I whisper against his cheek before giving him another kiss.

“I think it’s safe to say that I’m not going to like whatever we’re going to talk about, so forgive me if I can’t just calm down, Em.”

“Right. Well, maybe I’ll surprise you?”

He just chuckles and pulls me closer.

“I want to go to Texas.” There. I said it. It’s out there. Now, he can just accept it.

Yeah, right.
Ugh, I shouldn’t have blurted that out.

“You what?” he thunders.

“Okay—I’ll admit that I should have led up to that.”

“You fucking think?”

“Hey! I don’t know what you’re getting pissed about, Maddox. I haven’t even explained myself.” I go to bring my arms down from around his neck, but he quickly moves to hold them in place.

His face moves close and his nose touches mine. “Why in the hell do you want to go to Texas, Em?”

“Because it’s time,” I state calmly. I hold his gaze, and after what feels like the longest time, he drops his forehead to mine.

“I don’t want you near them, Em. I don’t want you close enough for them to get their claws into you.”

There. Now he’s said it—the one thing I know was still holding him back.

He’s afraid that, if I get near his family—that ‘temptation of power,’ he calls it—and their evil, it might suck me in.

My heart breaks for him.

“Talk to me. Please. Tell me what’s going through your head.”

He doesn’t speak, his forehead still against mine.

“Maddox, baby?” I press.

“I’m terrified, Emmy. I am downright terrified that they could hurt you.”

“I’m a lot tougher than you’re giving me credit for here, Maddox.”

“I know you are, but they’re . . . Jesus. I don’t even know how to explain it.” He pulls back and looks into my eyes. “This is important to you?”

“Very.” I don’t say anything else. I let his eyes study my own and wait.

“You want that box in hell, yeah?”

I nod my head.

“All right. Let’s get you fixed up and then we’ll head to Texas. I don’t think I need to go this far to let that go, but I’m willing to give it a try. But, Em? The second—and I mean the very second—that I think that you’re in danger, we are fucking gone.”

I smile huge. My-face-hurts huge. He just shakes his head and gives me a deep kiss.

CHAPTER 33

Maddox

Four Months Later

I walk hand in hand with Emmy through the Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport. Her smile keeps me from falling apart. I’m a mix of dread, trepidation, and anger. Just being back in this state has my skin crawling. It’s like every year that I’ve been gone, pushed myself to forget, is just gone in a giant wash.

I’ve come so far, and I think that, deep down, I’m worried more that this trip will be one giant setback.

“Stop.”

I look down at her, my angel—and the reason I’m even able to be here right now—and scowl.

“Stop what, woman?”

“Stop worrying. I got your back.” She lifts one tiny fist up and waits for me to give her a bump.

I roll my eyes, but give her what she wants.

“Plus, if things get tough, you can always transform and go all Autobot on their asses.” She lets out a loud laugh and I just shake my head.

Ever since the night she demanded I wear shorts, I haven’t hidden myself from anyone. I expected to feel their pity or maybe for them to stare, but no one acted any differently. I get questions from Cohen, but that’s it. The guys don’t bring it up, but they know how big that moment was.

This is the last speed bump that stands in my way—in our way—of the future we deserve. Especially now that her parents and that motherfucker, Shawn, are taken care of.

Shawn, may he rot in fucking hell, didn’t last a month in jail. He made enemies quickly, and one beautiful morning, his body was found in his cell.

I took Emmy out to dinner that night to celebrate. Well, she didn’t know that was why, but I did. It felt fucking good to know that, while I was taking my girl to dinner, her laughter and smiles warming my heart, the bastard who’d tried to take her from me was rotting six feet deep.

Her parents took a little more time. She doesn’t talk about them and I know it’s all part of her one-step-forward-without-looking-back approach, but not me. Hell fucking no. I wasn’t going to sit back and let them continue to live some twisted life. They needed to pay for what they had done to her. So she might not have talked—but I did.

It took four months after we left for all of my planning to come to fruition. That club had to go first. It really was a shame that a homeless man happened to throw his cigarette next to the building when a pile of gasoline-soaked rags had been carelessly thrown there.

With Syn gone, it was only a matter of time.

I didn’t think they would last that long without their moneymaker, but it was two weeks before I was able to get them for prostitution of minors. I can rest easy knowing that there isn’t a chance in hell they’ll touch my girl now.

When I asked her the other night if she wanted to talk about them, she simply said no. She only wanted to know one thing—if they could get to her again. I gave her one hell of a kiss and reassured her that they would never be able to touch any part of her life again. She doesn’t want details, but I know she feels the relief of knowing that.

With her family taken care of, all that is left is mine. I just hope that I can feel the same satisfaction as I do now when we fly out of here tomorrow night.

The drive to the hotel doesn’t take long. My family’s estate is about thirty minutes away. I’m close enough that it won’t take long to get there but far enough away that I can’t feel their vile vortex sucking me in. Fuck, my skin is still crawling.

I drop our shared suitcase on the floor and turn to where she’s putting her purse down and checking her phone. She’s been texting Melissa since we landed to keep her updated. She asked me if she could tell her what wouldn’t break my trust but enough that she could have someone to be there to confide in. I don’t want her to feel like she has to keep this all in and on herself. The guys all know, so even though I didn’t want Melissa to know just how fucked up my life was, I agreed that she needed someone to talk to about it all. Especially knowing that this weekend is most likely going to be one big fuck-up.

I hear her toss her phone on the table and look up to see her full lips smirking at me. Her hands fisted at her hips and pure mischief is in her eyes.

“So . . . how about you stop standing there worrying like an old lady and come fuck your woman.”

God, I love this girl.

“You getting sassy with me, Emersyn?” I question while stalking over to where she’s standing.

She doesn’t flinch. Instead, she stands up straighter and raises her eyebrows.

“Oh, I’m sassing you all right. Planning on doing something about it? Or maybe I need to just go take a nice, long bath and take care of myself?”

“Like fucking hell,” I grumble. Then I bend, grasp her hips, and toss her onto the bed.

She laughs before snapping her mouth shut when she sees my eyes.

“You want me to fuck you?”

She nods, licking her lips.

“You want me to pink your sweet ass?”

Her eyes go bright with lust and she nods again.

“And what if I refuse?”

“You wouldn’t,” she gasps, rolling and coming up on her knees. “Well, then, I will go take a nice. Long. Shower!”

“Oh I damn well would if you think you can still threaten to take your pussy from me.”

“Oh come on, Mad! I was just joking!”

I slowly pull my belt from my jeans. Her eyes shoot down and widen. My lips turn up when I see the desire—the craving—taking hold of her. Walking over to the edge of the bed, I bend the belt and slap it against my palm. She jumps at the sound and gulps.

“You need to stop threatening to take that sweet pussy from me, Em. I don’t like thinking about not having your sweet juices coating my cock or running down my chin when I eat you. I don’t like the thought of my fingers not fucking you hard while you beg for my cock. So let me ask you again . . . If I refuse?”

She whimpers.

“Emersyn. If I refuse to fuck you?”

She gulps audibly again and lets out a shaky breath. “Then I guess I’m going to have to wait until you’re ready,
master,
to fuck me.”

“Don’t get snippy, Emersyn. It doesn’t suit you. And remember this: I’m not your fucking master. I don’t want to control you. Everything I do to your body is so that you feel pleasure. I don’t spank your ass for any other reason but to make your fucking body electric with want. When my hand comes down and your cunt weeps with your cream all because what I’m doing to you turns you on that much—baby, you have no idea what that does to me. I want to share your pleasure, and the thought of you taking one second of that from me so that you can come at your own hand . . . Well, that’s just not fucking acceptable.”

“Maddox, please shut up and either eat me or fuck me. I don’t care, but please just take me.”

Her nipples are poking through her thin blouse. Her eyes are hooded and her chest is moving fast—her full tits calling for my mouth.

“Get naked.”

She doesn’t pause at my command. Her shirt and bra are all but ripped off before she scrambles to her feet and stands before me. She gives me a heated glance before shoving her jeans and panties down. Then she stands tall and waits.

She waits for
me
to tell her what to do next, and damn if that isn’t the hottest thing.

I drop the belt and almost laugh when she sighs. My girl wanted to feel that leather against her skin. I’ll give it to her, but it won’t be in some hotel room. No, I’ll give that to her when she can scream the walls down.

My shirt comes off next before I watch her talk herself into reaching out. Then my hands fall to my jeans. A flip of my wrist and they fall. She swallows thickly when my cock jumps free, the head already wet with pre-come.

“You want my cock in your mouth first? Or do you want me to eat you? Because, baby, right now, that’s up to you.”

“Can I have both?” she asks devilishly.

“Fuck me,” I laugh. “Yeah, baby, you damn sure can.”

I sit and finish pulling my jeans off. She drops to her knees so quickly I can’t stop her, giving me a long lick up my shaft before going about removing my leg. I don’t speak. I just watch her. When she finishes, I lean back.

“Get that pussy up here and let me feast, woman.”

She giggles as she climbs onto the bed. When she kneels just above my head, I look up at her wet pussy. Spreading her legs, she scoots forward slowly. Fuck this.

I grab her hips and pull her roughly to my mouth. She falls towards the bed before catching herself. I feel her hot breaths dancing across my tight skin and groan against her core. She doesn’t waste a second before wrapping one slim hand around my cock and pumping softly. When I feel her tongue come out and lick around my swollen head, I bite her clit.

After that, she moans around my cock as we feast on each other. Her tongue is swirling around each one of the bars on my shaft and circling around my girth. When she pulls on the ring pierced through the head, I grunt.

Then I bring my hand down hard on her ass. She pulls off my cock and screams.
Yeah, that’s right, Em. Fucking swallow that cock.

I know she’s getting close, and as much as I want to feel her wetness on my face, right now, I want her coming on my cock.

She gets one long swipe of my tongue before I pull back and kiss her quivering thigh. I can feel my dick pressed against the back of her throat, and I wait for her to move her head up before I slap her ass again.

“Get up here and ride my cock, Emersyn.”

She fumbles and almost falls headfirst off the bed, but after she gets herself steady she turns and climbs up my body. Her lips hit mine and her tongue comes out to lick herself from my lips and tongue. Then she impales herself, causing us both to cry out.

“Fucking hell, Em. Best fucking pussy ever. That’s right, angel. Ride that cock hard.” I smack her ass twice.

Her lips crash back to mine as she takes my body just as hard as I knew she would. My hips thrust to meet hers and my hands stay on her waist to help drive her down on my hard flesh. My balls—so painfully tight—slap against her with each slam.

Her nails are pressed deep into the skin on my shoulders. The moans that are rolling off her tongue are like some sort of delicious song. A song that drugs my senses and has me yelling out my release just seconds after her walls clamp down and her juices—that delicious fucking honey—coats my balls.

When she breaks the silence with, “I think we need to work on that roaring, you sexy man,” a smile breaks out on my face and I throw my head back and laugh.

CHAPTER 34

Emmy

This is it.

This is the moment I’ve been waiting for him to be ready for.

But as we stand in front of the massive house that radiates the malevolence that is his family, I feel fear stark, cold terror.

I have no doubt that he’s ready to tackle this. My faith in him isn’t in question. No, my terror is all my own. I have felt nothing but raw hate since he told me of his horrifying past. Each pain that these people inflicted on him fills me with the kind of anger I never thought I was capable of feeling.

I want to physically harm them. I crave a weapon that would put their blood on my hands. Even when I was stuck back at Syn and living my own personal hell, I never felt this kind of energy literally take over my being.

Every second we stand here only makes it worse, until I’m positive that I could lash out with just a flip of my hand and shoot lightning from my hands.

This isn’t about me or my inner rage over how he was treated. This moment is all for him, and I will do everything in my power to remain a silent strength by his side.