Kiro's Emily (9 page)

“You got it on my nose, you silly goose,” Emily squealed. She was enjoying herself. Who the fuck was she talking to?

Her voice was coming from the kitchen. I stalked toward the sound and slammed into the kitchen, ready to beat the shit out of whoever was making her giggle. I was the only one who was supposed to do that shit. She was mine.

However, what I saw stopped me in my tracks. Emily was
standing at the sink, and beside her was Rush, who was standing on a chair. They were both covered in soap bubbles up to their elbows and laughing.

When she turned her eyes to me, they lit up, and the smile on her face grew. Like I was the one thing in the world that she wanted to see. She made me feel like a fucking king.

“Good morning,” she said brightly. “Rush and I decided to help Margie wash up the mess we made with our syrup accident, and, well, it appears we’re having a little too much fun.”

“Bubbles,” Rush chimed in, holding up his hands, then slinging bubbles at Emily, who laughed at his antics.

“I like her. Don’t mess this up,” Margie said, as she walked over to me and patted me on the arm. “You hungry?”

Yeah, I was hungry. I was hungry for something Margie couldn’t give me.

“Eat something,” Emily said, still laughing and playing with Rush. “I’m going to have to go clean up myself after this, and then I need some instruction with the house.”

Instruction with the house? If she was cleaning up, I was going with her.

“I’m not hungry. I’ll just go with you to clean up,” I said, walking over to her.

Excitement danced in her eyes as she watched me get closer. I could see her breathing speed up, and as much as I liked Rush, he was about to have to surrender his playmate.

“Let’s go clean you up now,” I said, as I slid my hand around her waist and began cleaning the soap from her arms. “I think a change of clothes is in order. And maybe a shower.”

Emily sank back into me and let me clean her off. “OK,” she agreed readily. “But I need to work today,” she added in a
whisper.

She wasn’t fucking working. That was before. Before she’d become mine. I wasn’t sharing her with the rest of this house.

“We’ll talk about that after,” I replied.

“Dean said he needed to hire a nanny for when Rush visits. But I think Emily will work just fine,” Margie piped up. “He really likes her.”

Hell, no. Emily was not Dean’s fucking nanny. She was mine. I needed her more.

“Emily isn’t a nanny,” I snapped, and began moving her toward the exit. I had to get her away from them. Back to my room. Back to where I didn’t have to share.

“Kiro, what is wrong with you?” she asked, sounding worried.

“I told you I was going to act crazy and shit. This is me acting crazy. I need you in my room. You’re mine. Just mine.”

She didn’t say anything else, and I was relieved. I wasn’t in the mood to defend this insane jealousy I had where she was concerned. I closed the door behind us and locked it, then stalked her until I had her up against the bed. “Don’t like waking up and you not being there. I wanted to fuck you, and you were gone. I wanted to smell you, and you were gone. I wanted to see you smile, and you were gone. I hated it.”

She sighed and reached up to run her fingers through my hair. “I woke up really early, and I didn’t want to disturb you. I figured I could start working on figuring things out around here.”

“Just stay with me. I don’t want you helping anyone else. I just want you with me.”

Emily frowned. “You’ll get tired of me really fast if I stay
with you all the time.”

She had no idea. I wasn’t ever going to get tired of her. I wasn’t ever going to get enough of her. “Let me have you. Right now. Take off those shorts, and let me have you.”

For a moment, I didn’t think she was going to move. I’d shown her how fucking messed up I was, and she was going to run. I was ready to catch her if she tried. But after a few seconds, she unsnapped her shorts and stepped out of them. Then she peeled down her panties and tossed them to the side.

My mouth covered hers as I cupped the heat between her legs with my hands. She was already wet for me. That made me want to roar with satisfaction. She wanted me. I was crazy with need for her, and she wanted it.

Her tongue danced against mine as the honey sweetness of her mouth filled me. I had her willing in my arms. Nothing was this perfect.

With one hand, I jerked down my jeans, and I put her up on the edge of the bed before sinking into her with one thrust. The tight walls squeezed me as she moaned and let her head fall back. I was as deep as I could go. The addiction that came with this woman was unreal.

I wanted to live inside her. Just like this. “I want to stay here. Inside you. Like this. Let me keep you like this. You’re mine, Emily.”

My words sounded like those of a madman, and I had decided maybe I was a madman. I wanted this woman to distraction. I couldn’t get enough of her.

“I want to get on birth control. I want to know what it feels like for you to come inside me.” She panted as I began moving in and out of her hot cunt.

“Fuck, yes, “ I groaned in agreement. “If I can come inside you, I’ll never fucking let you out of my bed. The idea of it drives me insane. I need that.”

“Will I feel it? I like feeling it on my skin. I want to feel it inside me.”

I began to tremble and shake. I was going to explode. Hearing her talk about my fucking come inside her was too much. “I’m gonna fucking come now if you don’t stop,” I warned her.

“Oh, God, I want to feel it.” She moaned and held me tightly to her. “I want it so bad.”

That was it. With Emily’s legs wrapped around my waist, I shouted her name and then followed it with a “Fuuuuuuuuck!” as I released inside her. She cried out my name over and over, telling me she could feel it as she came apart in my arms.

The idea that she could be pregnant didn’t even scare me. I wanted it. I fucking wanted her bound to me so she couldn’t get free. I would never let this woman go. She was mine. I’d do anything to keep her.

Emily

A
fter two weeks of living with Kiro, I realized I was never going to actually work for him. He wasn’t going to allow it. He kept me in his room, and when we left his room, he never took his hand off me. We watched movies in his theater, and we ate together in his kitchen.

He had two interviews he had to go to, and both times he had taken me. He didn’t let me out of his sight. Even when they were filming him, he demanded that I be directly in his line of vision. I could see the way people looked at me. They were curious and confused. Especially the women.

I wasn’t special in their eyes. Why was Kiro ignoring them and so obsessed with me? I wondered the same thing. I actually said so to the one female who had been ballsy enough to say it to my face. She’d been a model from one of the band’s previous music videos. It was obvious they had slept together from the way she acted around him.

When I had turned away so I wouldn’t have to see her pressing her chest against him and whispering in his ear, he was by my side instantly, kissing my face and saying that I was
it for him. His angel.

Things like that kept me from getting jealous of the way women wanted him. I accepted that this would always be the case. He was Kiro. Women loved him. But Kiro loved me.

The day my period had started, Kiro had actually seemed upset. As if he had been wanting me to get pregnant from that one time we hadn’t been able to stop ourselves. I got the shot, and we were able to start having unprotected sex right away once my period was over.

The idea that he was marking me each time he came in me made him even more of a caveman. He loved knowing I was just his, and I loved knowing he wanted me. Because I loved him. With everything I had, I loved this man. And because I loved him, I was going to help him.

Starting with his son. He needed to know his kid, and he also needed to make sure Georgianna had a paternity test done. Because if she was, in fact, carrying his child, he needed to know.

Watching Dean with Rush made me want that so much for Kiro. So I had done some research and asked Margie a few questions. Then I’d called Mary Ann, the mother of Kiro’s son.

Kiro had gone to the band’s basement studio to work on a new song, and they had all requested that I stay upstairs so Kiro would be focused. I convinced him I needed a nap, but not before I had to shove him out the door of his bedroom. He hadn’t been happy about it, but I needed time alone. To call Mary Ann.

She was nothing like I expected. She was a girl from Texas who had made the mistake of sleeping with Kiro to get over a heartbreak. It was a one-night thing, and she was ashamed of
herself when it was over. She had hoped she would never have to see him again and didn’t expect to until she found out she was pregnant. The condom had broken, but she said Kiro had pulled out. Apparently not soon enough.

We talked for an hour. I liked her a lot. When the call ended, she agreed to allow Kiro and me to come visit Mase. Their son. I just had to persuade Kiro first.

The next morning, when Kiro woke up, I was sitting on the bed next to him watching him. He grinned up at me with that sexy little smirk of his and stretched his arms over his head. The muscles flexed, and my body tingled. I liked it when he did that, and he knew it. The man used any means he could to keep me in bed with him.

“We need to talk,” I said, before he reached for me and I forgot what I was going to say.

“I need your pussy,” he replied, as he slid his hand over my thigh and pulled me to him.

“No,” I said, scooting back. “First we need to talk,” I repeated. I meant it this time. We were talking about his son.

“If we talk, can I eat your sweet cunt after?” he asked with hooded eyes, as I fought back a tremble. He knew that anytime he wanted to kiss me down there, I was willing and ready. I had proven that when I spread open for him on the bar in the kitchen two days ago.

“Kiro, I’m serious.”

He leaned up and licked a trail up my neck to my ear. “Angel, I’m always serious about licking your pussy.” God, this man!

“It’s about your son,” I blurted out before he made me forget.

Kiro froze.

“I talked to Mary Ann. She said we could come visit Mase. Or just you. Whichever you prefer. But she’s open to you seeing Mase and having a relationship with him.”

Kiro slowly leaned away from my neck and directed his gaze toward the window. He wasn’t looking at me. His jaw was clenched tightly. I knew there was a good chance that calling Mary Ann was pushing too hard. That he’d be furious. But I loved him, and I wanted him to look back one day and be proud of the life he lived. He was a star in the world’s eyes, but I wanted him to be a star in his own eyes.

“Why would you do that?” he asked, his voice tight.

“Because I love you, and I want you to know your son. I will be with you every step of the way. I will stand by you, but the man I know . . .” I reached out and put my hand over his heart. “This heart is a beautiful thing. And I know you want to know your son. You can’t tell me you don’t. I won’t believe you.”

Kiro closed his eyes tightly. “Fuck, Emily.”

I crawled over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. “She’s really nice. I liked her a lot. She was nothing like Georgianna. I think in another time, she could have made you happy. But y’all have a child together now. Don’t miss out on that.”

His arms finally came around me. “No one but you could have made me happy. Your love is what makes life worth it, Emily. And if you want me to know the kid, I will. But I won’t be playing family with them. You’re gonna be the only family
I have. You and the kids I have with you. I can love the boy, but his momma means nothing to me. You know that, right?”

He had said the kids I gave him would be our family. I wanted that, too. So much. But he did have other family. It was time he faced it and accepted it. “She is the mother of your son. Deep down, that means something, but I am OK with that. I know you love me. I don’t doubt it for a minute.”

“If you’ll go with me, I’ll go. I want my son to know you, too.”

I wanted that, and Mary Ann seemed like she was OK with it. She even liked the idea of me coming. “I want to know him. He’ll be a part of our life, Kiro. We can love him, too. There’s enough love in both of us for that.”

Kiro sighed and tucked me against him. “I think that I know all the beauty that’s inside you, and then you go and fucking show me more of it. How the hell did I get you to love me?”

“You watched
Indiana Jones
with me,” I said simply. Because that day, I saw the real Kiro underneath. He hadn’t kicked me out for being a virgin. He’d respected it. Then he’d made me feel welcome.

He chuckled. “Don’t be giving me any awards for that one, angel. I was too damn selfish to let you go. I would have watched every chick flick in the world if it meant I’d have gotten to keep you close a little longer. I just got lucky that you had good taste in movies.”

Kiro

M
ase looked just like me. And Emily fell in love with him at first sight. Then Mary Ann fell in love with Emily the moment she watched my angel talk to Mase and play with him like it was the most natural thing in the world.