She lets out a shaky laugh. “Why is that so hot? Shouldn’t I be grossed out?”

  “Nothing about your pussy is gross, baby. It smells good, tastes good, and is going to feel like heaven.” I rip off my shirt and then pause at the fastenings of my jeans. “Before we move on, I don’t want you to be scared. I’m a little big, but we’re going to fit. I’m not going to hurt you.”

  Her eyes grow huge. “I don’t know whether to be excited or terrified.”

  “No harm in feeling all of that.” I give her a wink. “Terror might add a little flavoring. Just let me do all the work, and it’ll feel good.”

  With that, I unzip. Emma makes a choking noise and closes her legs. “I don’t know.” She peers up at me. “When you said you were a little big, I thought…I didn’t realize…how?” she stumbles to the end.

  I can’t help but laugh. “Yeah, genetics? Not sure.” I take my ten-inch monster in my hand and stroke it. “It’ll fit, though. That’s how we’re made.”

  Emma appears unconvinced. I kneel in front of the bed and push her thighs apart. They’re sticky from her cum, and soon they’ll be painted with my seed. “I’m going to get you good and ready.” I slide two fingers inside, pulling along the sensitive inner walls. She inhales sharply and spreads her own legs wider. I palm my shaft with my free hand and start to pump, matching the rhythm of my fingers inside of her. “Your cunt is tiny, baby, but it will take me, and it’ll feel good, too. You’re going to feel stuffed full, and when I’m not inside of you, this little hole is going to ache with need.”

  Already lust is spiraling through her. Her toes clench and her thighs tighten. The walls around my fingers clutch and flutter. I rise up and press the tip of my cock to her entrance. She makes a small mewling sound but doesn’t draw away. Her innocent, trusting eyes are locked on the point where my cock is disappearing inside of her, one slow centimeter at a time. I work her slowly, carefully. I pluck and pinch her clit, suckle on her tits, and kiss her sweet mouth until she forgets about the massiveness of my cock and concentrates only on sensation. An orgasm rolls through her when I’m halfway inside, and the lube and suction pulls me all the way in. She screams as I drive to the hilt and then screams again as she comes.

  “God, Vincent, yes!” Her nails dig into my shoulders.

  Sweat pours down the side of my face as I struggle to keep myself under control, to make this first time the best ever. Her legs lock around my waist. “More,” she demands, “I want more.”

  The last word is almost a command, definitely a plea. I cut the reins of my self-control and drive into her until the world goes black and my whole body empties into her. I love this girl, and I will do anything to be inside of her, beside her, just like this, for the rest of my life.

  CHAPTER 16

  EMMA

  Damn, Vincent looks hot in my bed. I was supposed to sneak down to his room after everyone went to bed tonight, but I never got the chance. Vincent got impatient. You would have never guessed the man had his way with me just hours before with how needy and desperate to be back inside of me he was.

  I couldn’t even talk crap because I was feeling the exact same way. Dinner dragged on and so did the time after it. I finally faked being sleepy and went up to my room, hoping it might convince others to go to bed too. It wasn’t thirty minutes later and Vincent was slipping into my bedroom.

  I’d never thought of myself as sexy. I’ve always been more like the girl next door or a tomboy. Sure, sometimes I get all dolled up, but I’m not sweet like Melody or a lot of the other girls in town. I never had the urge to watch when the boys played basketball or baseball. I wanted to play. With Vincent, though, it’s different. Even the way he dominates me. Never in a million years would I have thought that was something I’d be into, but he has me questioning if he knows my body better than I do.

  As quietly as I can, I get dressed in a pair of black pants and hoodie before I slip on some boots. I tie my hair up into a tight knot so that it doesn’t get in my way. Then I power my cell phone off just to be extra cautious.

  When I see Vincent roll to his side as if to reach for me, I grab a pillow and shove it into his arms. He pulls it close, burying his face into it. He’s not only ungodly hot but he's adorable too. I really am going to get my heart broken if this man decides to up and leave. But I’m a little too far gone to worry about that at this point.

  Then again, he might not have much of a choice in staying. Not after all the unprotected sex we’ve been having. There might be a shotgun wedding and not because of my parents but my brother. He’d been eyeing both of us all night. I’m not sure where he really stands on this whole Vincent and me thing, but I think he’s on the fence about it.

  I know he was against it at first, but that was him being an overprotective brother. The fact that he’s no longer dead set against it gives me a ray of hope that Vincent really is a good man. If he was some manwhore or something, my brother would have lost it by now. I think he’s still struggling with the fact of me not being a little girl anymore.

  Growing up in this house, I know exactly where to step to not make even one board creak as I come and go. Tonight I’m not planning to play a small game with Blake. I’ve got something much more interesting in store for him. The small pranks are over. Me letting the air out of his tires or talking Mrs. Barns into putting Ex-Lax into his morning donut order once was small potatoes compared to what’s coming his way. Not that I really had to talk Mrs. Barns into it. She’s not a fan of his either. He’s always demanding his donuts and coffee be free. It’s not that she wouldn’t happily do that; it’s the fact that the fucker thinks everyone around here owes him something.

  “What are you doing?” I hiss when I see Melody parked at the end of the driveway. “I’m the getaway driver.”

  “How did you even know I was going to be doing something?” She gives me a look like I’m stupid.

  “I know you.” She pauses. “I might have seen Brittany.”

  “She was out and about?”

  “No, she was letting her dog out. I got a peek at her.” I let out a breath. “I put that together with your mood and knew what was going on and what might be going down later. Get in,” she orders. I round the car and slip into the passenger seat and shut the door as softly as I can.

  “You’re not going to try to talk me out of this?”

  “What is this going to be?” Melody creeps out of the driveway, not turning on her headlights until we’re a bit away from the house.

  “I was going to fuck up his fancy old Corvette.”

  “Emma—”

  “I know it’s stupid! I don’t know what else to do!” The words burst out of me. “Ever wonder why Cara left town so quickly after she and Blake had their little fling? Or what all went on when the mayor had to rush out of town a few times when Blake was away at college?”

  “Rosie had an incident with him too, I think.” Melody’s words are doing nothing to talk me out of my plans for Blake’s Corvette. If anything, they’re only fueling the fire more.

  “Rosie as in the second-grade teacher at the elementary?” Melody nods.

  “No wonder you smiled so big when I told you I’d been messing with him.”

  “You could go to jail.”

  The thought has already crossed my mind. I definitely could get in trouble, but it’s either this or do nothing. And I’m not a do-nothing type of girl. I’m not going to stand by and watch that jerk get away with hurting women.

  “I want him to suffer, and he loves that damn car. Treats it with more respect than anything.”

  “Where do you think I should park?” Melody asks.

  “There.” I direct her around the corner to where Blake lives. All the lights are off at his place. I’m hoping he’s out for the night. “Stay put,” I order Melody before I slip from the car and cut through the back of the houses that sit butted against a wooded area. I only have to cross behind two houses to make it to his place.

  He keeps his 1970 Corvette parked in a carport and not in the garage like a dummy. He wants everyone to see that thing. If it’s tucked away in the garage, then he’s not showing it off. It’s dark out, but the moon gives me enough light to let me see what I’m doing. I stare at the shiny fresh paint job he had done on it a few weeks ago. This is really crossing a line.

  I start to pull out the blade from my boot when something wraps around me from behind, lifting me from my kneeling position on the side of the car. I know it’s Blake from the smell of his cologne. He’s got one arm wrapped around my chest.

  Fear shoots through my body, but my training kicks in. I let my body weight sink, not fighting the hold as he thinks I’ll likely do. He starts to bend forward as I slip down, and I catch the smell of alcohol on him too.

  When I sink low enough, I elbow his side as hard as I can as I use my other hand to grab for his fingers that are on my chest. I take hold of one and pull back with all my strength. I’m not strong enough to break a man’s wrist or hold, but I can get him to let me go. I can also break a finger if need be.

  “Ahh! You little bitch.” He lets go of me but kicks one foot out, sweeping my legs out from under me. I hit the ground hard, all the air leaving my lungs. I taste blood, something having busted my lip. “I knew it was you!” We roll around until he’s got me pinned beneath him. It doesn’t matter how much training you have. Brute force is brute fucking force.

  “Get the fuck off me,” I growl.

  “You’re trespassing, Emma,” Blake points out. “What were you going to do this time?”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was walking and thought I saw something, so I was checking it out.”

  “You’re a lying little cunt.” He leans down, his face closer to mine. The smell of alcohol on his breath turns my stomach.

  “You’re drunk.”

  “I can be drunk. I’m at my own house,” he points out as he presses down harder on me. I feel his hard cock press into my stomach. Of course, he’d be turned on. Overpowering women is his thing. “I bet no one even knows you're here.”

  “Emma?” I hear Melody call my name. A second later, she’s there. “What’s going on?” she half-screams. Blake pulls himself off me. I gasp, jumping to my feet.

  “I should haul your ass in.” Blake glares down at me.

  “She was helping me look for Teddy. He got out and I can’t find him anywhere.” The lie slips easily from Melody’s lips. She really has been hanging out with me too much.

  “Welp, he’s not here.” I slip past Blake. I keep my voice casual, but my heart's about to burst out of my chest.

  “I’m watching you, Emma Charles,” Blake calls after me as I make it to the sidewalk where Melody is standing. I lick the cut I feel on my bottom lip. How the hell am I going to explain that?

  “I’ve been watching you, Blake Finley,” I say right back. Melody grabs my arm and starts to pull me down the sidewalk.

  “So he’s on to you,” she mutters when we make it back to her car.

  I just put a giant target on my back. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. I suppose it’s better than it being on some other girl’s back.

  CHAPTER 17

  VINCENT

  “You woke up and decided to burn off some extra energy by jogging in the middle of the night. Because it was so dark you tripped and fell on your face on your way back home?” I repeat in disbelief. I’d woken up to find Emma’s side of the bed empty. When I went to check on her, I spotted her outside and went to find out what the hell she was doing lurking around in the dark, dressed like a bank robber. She proceeded to babble some ridiculous story that I wasn’t buying for a second.

  Emma nods vigorously. “Exactly. I hope you don’t mind you’re dating a klutz.”

  “I’m not worried about that in the slightest.” I’m mad she’s lying to me.

  “Great.” She tries to smile but winces in pain.

  My anger intensifies. Someone hurt her, and it’s my job to kill whomever did this to her. That she feels like she has to hide the truth tells me that it’s someone she doesn’t want me to know about. Unfortunately, I don't know the people in this town well enough to figure it out. Frank would know, but I don't think I should haul him out of bed in the middle of the night to ask. He’d probably give me a matching split lip.

  “Best go inside and get some sleep then.”

  She scampers to the door and pauses. “I probably shouldn’t be active tonight with my lip and all.”

  “Not to mention your body aches.”

  “Yeah but—”

  I point to her head. “You have leaves in your hair. You must’ve taken quite the tumble.”

  Even though it’s dark, I know she’s flushed. Her hand flies up to her head. “Right. When I fell, some must’ve gotten tangled up in my hair.”

  As she enters, I call out softly, “Emma, when you get up in the morning and your mom asks what happened, you should tell her that it was a work incident. It’s more believable.”

  Her silence is extra loud. After a long moment, she finally says in a small voice, “Good night, Vincent.”

  “Night, babe.”

  I watch as her dark form moves past the kitchen door and then down the hall out of my sight. I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight. Who cares if Frank belts me? Better that than to stay up and stew. I walk around to the back of the ranch house and find Frank’s bedroom window. I give it a sharp rap and count to ten. He’s at the glass in seven.

  “What the hell are you doing?” he growls.

  “Some reconnaissance. Come outside.”

  Frank trusts me on most things. You can’t be as successful of a team as we’ve been without trust. He nods and holds up five fingers to let me know he’ll be out in five minutes. It takes him less time to appear at the side door dressed in all black, much like his sister.

  I explain the situation to him. “Who do you think gave her the split lip? Old boyfriend?” Emma was a virgin, so it’s possible that an ex gave her a knuckle sandwich because she wouldn’t put out.

  He shakes his head. “She’s never dated anyone.”

  “How do you know? You’re not home for long periods of time.”

  “Mom would tell me.”

  “Could be someone that she didn’t want you all to know she was seeing. The type of guy who had hit her.”

  Frank rubs his chin as he considers this. “Yeah, I guess that’s a possibility. The one person who would know is Melody, but she’s not speaking to me.”

  “Would she talk to me?”

  “No. She thinks you’re Asshole Number Two.”

  “You being number one?”

  “Right.”

  “What about her ambulance partner? We know a shit ton about each other. He’s bound to know something.”

  “Yeah, that’s a good idea. It’s late, though.”

  “Then give me the address and I’ll go by myself.” I hold out my hand impatiently. I’m not sleeping until I figure out who needs to die.

  “Nah, I’ll go. I'm up.” He gives a huge, jaw-cracking yawn and then motions for me to get into the car. Sam, the partner, lives only a few miles away. The lights are out in his small box of a house.

  I'm halfway up the walk when Frank catches up to me. “Let me call him first before you barge in. He could shoot you thinking you’re an intruder, and then what will I tell my sister?”

  “I thought you wanted to off me for even looking at her and now you’re trying to keep me alive because you don’t want to make your sister mad?”

  Frank shrugs and holds the phone to his ear. “Times change. Yeah, Sam, Frank Charles here. Sorry to wake you. It’s Frank. I mean, Biscuit. It’s Biscuit, Emma’s brother. Can you come out for a sec or let us in?”

  A bleary-eyed Sam steps out on the porch several long minutes later. Long enough that I considered storming the gates, so to speak. The EMT shoves his fists into his navy terry cloth robe and glares at the two of us. “Why in the fuck did you wake me up at two in the morning?”

  “It's about Emma.”

  The angry expression turns to apprehension. He comes halfway down the stairs. “What about her?”

  “Know anyone who has a grudge against her?”

  Sam’s not dumb. He closes the distance between us. All traces of sleep are gone. “What’s this about?”

  I tell him about her busted lip. Sam heaves a big sigh. “It’s probably Chief Finley. She’s kind of been messing with him in small ways like putting salt in his coffee some days or puncturing his tire on another. He must’ve caught on to her. I figured this would happen, but she’s been secretive about her one-sided revenge against him, so I never said anything. Besides, you know how she is. When she has her mind set a certain way, there’s no changing it. Chief Finley is always abusing his position, but no one in this town can do anything because he’s the chief and his dad’s the mayor.”

  I tighten my jaw. “Guess it’s a good thing I’m not from this town because I’m doing something. I’m most definitely going to do something.”

  CHAPTER 18

  EMMA

  “Emma.” Vincent groans my name when I wrap my hand around his cock. I know I told him I needed the night alone, but after about an hour of tossing and turning, he ended up back in my room.

  He hadn’t said a word. Only stripped off his shirt and climbed into my bed with me. Once he’d pulled me into his arms, it was lights out for me. That restless feeling I had disappeared. I don’t think I would have ever been able to fall asleep with the way my mind was racing. I’m honestly not sure if I couldn’t sleep because of everything that happened with Blake or because I missed Vincent.

  Both of these things are a problem. Right now, I’ve got my hand wrapped around one of them. I’m in way too deep with Vincent. What he could do to my heart would hurt way worse than any split lip. In time, the lip will heal. I’m not so sure my heart will when Vincent goes back to where he calls home.

 

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