7

“You,” she panted. “I want you.” 

“Mmm. I want you too.” He nipped her neck. 

“Kian, now,” she growled. His chuckle vibrated the side of her neck. He then grabbed her ass and lifted her off of the counter. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Kian kissed her like there was no tomorrow. No part of her mouth was left untouched by him. Her mouth was his to explore.

Kian carried her out of the kitchen with her legs still wrapped around his waist. A kiss that was already burning with passion ignited with each step he took down the hallway. There was no doubt in her mind where he was taking her. The bedroom. The place she desperately wanted to be. 

Click. 

The door closed behind them. Gently, not breaking their kiss, Kian laid Emily down onto a bed. He shifted his weight off of her. His fingers traced down her stomach to her waistline. With one hand he began undoing the button of her jeans. Her hands were already working his pants’ zipper down.  When Kian had her pants undone, he broke their kiss to slide them past her hips and down her legs. 

Emily took the chance to look him over. Just as she had thought, Kian was built like a Greek god. His muscles were large and well-defined. Over his left pec, he had a black palm size tattoo. There was a circle with four lines that branched out to a Y coming out of the outside of the circle. Each line had a smaller line across it. Emily had seen the symbol before on one of her grandmother’s books but didn’t know the meaning.

Kian’s passionate kisses and touches had Emily drunk on lust. She couldn’t think or see straight because she could have sworn she saw the tattoo glow red. 

“So beautiful,” Kian moaned as he slid her panties down to her ankles. “Perfect.” He stared up at her while he undid her shoes. He then took them off then tossed her pants and panties to the floor. 

“Take them off now,” Emily demanded pointing at his pants. He smirked. 

“Yes, ma’am.” Kian removed his socks and shoes, then he slowly pulled his pants down teasing Emily, who watched him like a hawk. The happy trail that became more and more exposed revealed that Kian was commando. Emily watched with dreamy eyes as his erection was freed from his pants. She stared in awe. His cock was large and thick. She had never seen one this big. The thought of him stretching her made her both nervous and excited. 

“Mmm,” she let slip out her mouth causing him to smirk.

“Do you like what you see, sweetheart?” Emily could only nod her head. She loved what she was seeing. The man was gorgeous in every sense. 

He stepped out of his pants, then climbed back on the bed. A trail of kisses he left from her ankle up towards her heat. Emily trembled beneath him. It had been months since she had been intimate with a man. 

Kian parted her legs giving himself room to crawl between them. He continued with his kisses until he reached her inner thigh. His warm breath against her skin made her take in a sharp breath before he stole it away by taking her clit into his mouth.  With his tongue, he licked slowly then pulled away tugging her clit between his lips. She whimpered as his mouth left her body. 

Emily’s back arched thrusting her hips closer to his face. She wanted to wrap her legs around his neck and pull him closer to her until his face was buried between her thighs. She wanted to feel more of his tongue.

“So perfect,” he moaned before circling her clit again with his tongue once more then trailing kisses up her stomach. Emily whimpered in protest. She wasn’t ready for him to leave between her thighs.

Kian’s trail of kisses led him to her breasts. His fingers pinched both nipples. Again, her back arched thrusting her hips towards him. She could feel his erection against her leg. She wanted to angle her hips to allow his cock to slide deep inside her. Just the thought of him inside her made her ache.

“Mmm. Kian,” she moaned. “Please?”

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” he urged.

“Take me,” she begged bucking her hips against him. He growled, then moved up to her lips. He kissed her with more desire than she thought possible. She felt his hand between her thighs positioning his cock to take her. The anticipation of feeling Kian inside her was building up to a point where she didn‘t know how much longer she could handle not having him inside her.

“Can I have you?” He asked looking into her eyes. She responded with a nod. “Tell me that I can have you, Emily.” 

“You can have me,” she pleaded. Without warning, Kian pushed his cock deep inside her. Emily screamed from the pain of being stretched by his width. Kian groaned. Emily assumed because of the tightness he had pressed through. 

They both held still. Kian looked down at her concerned.

“Did I hurt you?” He asked softly pulling out halfway. Emily shook her head.

“I’m fine,” she said seductively, then grabbed his ass and pulled him towards her. The full length of his cock filled her once more. They both moaned in unison. 

“So tight,” he gasped and began sliding in and out of her. Emily matched his strokes with her body’s movements. The perfect rhythm. Emily clung on to his shoulders with her nails beginning to dig into his shoulders. His pace seemed to pick up with the more she dug into his shoulders. 

“Kian,” she screamed holding on to him for dear life. She could feel her orgasm building. Ready to be released.

“Tell. Me. What. You. Want. Sweetheart,” he growled between thrusts.

“Make me cum! Now. Please?,” she whimpered. 

Kian’s eyes seemed to shift to a bright blue, then a pale blue before resting back to his normal blue-green. His tattoo glowed bright red then went back to black. Emily wanted to say something. She should have stopped him. But she didn’t want to. She didn’t care at that moment. She was too wrapped up in the moment. The feeling of his cock ramming in and out of her. The feeling of their skin touching. The feeling of them.

Kian leaned down and bit her neck. That’s all it took. Emily’s orgasm ruptured. She clasped her hand over her mouth to muffle the sound of her screams of pleasure. Her back arched, pressing her breasts against Kian. Her pussy throbbed as she orgasmed again and again.

“Let. Me. Hear. You. Sweetheart.” Kian demanded and pulled Emily’s hand from her mouth. Her screams echoed throughout the room. Kian picked up speed. The sound of his body slamming against hers sounded along with her screams. The force of his cock caused her pain, but it was a pain that caused her to have another orgasm. This time she didn’t bother covering up her screams. 

Kian’s tattoo glowed blue, and he continued his fast, pounding pace. 

“Mine,” he growled. Emily was still screaming and whimpering from the orgasm she was riding. “You. Are. Mine.” 

The glow of his tattoo intensified. Emily closed her eyes to the blinding glow. 

“Mine,” Kian roared, grabbed on to her hips tightly, bit down hard on her neck and thrust one more time. She felt his warm cum shooting inside her. Her pussy throbbed and tightened around his cock. He groaned and pushed deeper. She could see the light dimming from his tattoo through her closed eyes. She slowly opened her eyes. 

Kian was staring down at her. Beads of sweat covered his forehead. She wiped the sweat off with the palm of her hand. He gave her a gentle smile then leaned down and kissed her. The kiss started off gentle and romantic but ended up passionate and rough. 

“So. Beautiful.” Kian said while their kiss built up. Emily could feel his cock getting hard inside her pussy. 

“Fuck. Me,” she whimpered as they kissed.

“I. Need. You. So...”

Knock. Knock. Knock. 

Emily broke the kiss when she turned her head to listen closely for the knocks. She wondered if she had really heard someone knocking at the front door. She looked up at Kian. His frown confirmed she had in fact heard a knock. 

The knocks grew louder. 

“I’ll be back, sweetheart,” Kian whispered. “Don’t move.” He gave her a devilish grin, slowly pulled out of her, then got off of the bed. He went out of the room but came right back with a towel and handed it to Emily.

“Thanks,” she whispered. 

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

She loved how he called her ‘sweetheart.’ Loved how he looked at her. Loved how he smiled at her... I am so screwed.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“Damn it! I’m coming! Hold your horses,” he shouted down the hallway. He quickly threw on his pants,grabbed a shirt that was hanging on a chair in the corner and began buttoning it. He gave her a quick smile then walked out the door and down the hallway. Emily laid in the bed with the towel between her legs. Her pussy was still throbbing. The slightest touch of the towel made her bite her bottom lip and moan. She knew she would be sore in the morning. The kind of sore that makes walking almost unbearable. 

“Ugh,” she heard Kian grown down the hallway. Then she heard the front door open. “What do you want Gabby?”

Gabby? He has a girlfriend? 

The thought of Kian having a girlfriend infuriated Emily. She sat up and glared at the closed door. She was going to kill him. Men who cheated were pieces of shit in her mind. She despised cheaters.

“Good evening, Nordin,” a male Irish accent said. Gabby is a man? Or does Gabby just sound like a man?

“Evening, Gabby,” Kian growled. 

“There’s talk around the town that two women were able to enter,” the Irish accented man said excitedly.

“Gabby,” Kian snapped at the visitor. Kian sounded like he was trying to keep his voice down. 

“Why are you blocking the door, Nordin? Aren’t you going to invite me in? Wait! Are they here?” 

“I don’t have time for this, Gabby,” Kian groaned. 

“I just want to see them.” The visitor’s voice was getting louder and more excited.

“You don’t need to see her,” Kian growled at the man. 

Emily had a feeling the visitor would be making his way inside the apartment soon. The man sounded to be the persistent type. 

Not being fond of the idea of the visitor seeing her naked, she groaned then climbed out of the bed. Taking a shower after sex was a must for Emily in the past even though all the guys she slept with wore condoms. Kian had been the first man to not use a condom during sex with her. Now his cum was running down her legs and she couldn’t get to the bathroom because she’d have to pass Kian and the guest. She desperately wanted to take a shower. However, a few wipes of the towel would have to do for now. 

“Day from hell,” she groaned quietly. She groaned loudly when she realized that her clothes were in the kitchen. However, Kian had brought her suitcase into the bedroom earlier and that was her saving grace. 

While she was changing into new clothes she could hear that Kian and the man were still going back and forth. The man wanted to meet Emily. Kian wanted the man to go away. It seemed like a never-ending married couple’s quarrel. 

“Nordin! This is our chance to get out of Camden!”

“Enough,” Kian snapped quietly. 

“Chance to get out of Camden,” Emily whispered with a raised eyebrow. She was confused by what the man meant. There were cars all over the town. Hell, Kian owned a truck. Gabby and Kian could easily drive out of the town.

“Gabby, we can discuss this later with Nikki,” Kian’s voice was filled with irritation. 

“Or you can discuss it now,” Emily growled walking around the corner and into the living room fully dressed. The visitor jumped for joy. A gigantic smile on his face. Kian looked like he had just been caught by his parents for something bad he did.

“How do ye’ do, lass,” the man said walking under Kian’s arm, which had been keeping the door from opening fully.

“Gabby,” Kian roared. The man — Gabby — paid Kian no mind and made his way over to Emily.

Gabby reminded her of a leprechaun. He wore a black rounded top hat and a dark green suit. The suit looked to be made of velvet. On his feet were a pair of black loafers. He was short and barely came up above Emily’s waistline. His body was stalky. A thick dark red beard covered his chubby cheeks. His chubby pink cheeks made Emily want to pinch them as though he was a baby. 

He’s a cute little fella, Emily mused. 

“McGabbahn’s me name. But ye can call me Gabby.” Gabby’s emerald green eyes stared up at Emily. His hand extended out towards her. 

“Emily,” she replied shaking his hand. His hand was small and soft, but his handshake was firm. 

“Truly a pleasure to meet ye, lass.” Gabby was full of energy. A smile plastered on his face.

“Very nice to meet you as well, Gabby.”

“He was just leaving,” Kian growled as he grabbed Gabby by the arm and ushered Gabby towards the front door.

“Hey! Wait ye just a minute, Nordin!” Gabby yanked his arm free then glared up at Kian. “Ye’ plan on leaving on ye’ own. Don’t ye’,” Gabby snapped. Emily was once again confused about Gabby’s mention of him and Kian leaving Camden. 

“Gabby,” Kian sighed. “You know that’s not the case. I’d never do that.” Gabby huffed, rolled his eyes then stomped his foot. 

“I swear! Ye’, Nikki, and that dog are in cahoots against me! I just know it! You’re after me gold!” As strange as it sounded, the mention of gold made something deep inside Emily believe Gabby was a real leprechaun. I’ve gone nuts. 

“Gabby! Enough,” Kian roared loudly. It was a tone Emily didn’t think Kian had in him. He seemed to be so proper around others. “Get out before I make you get out.” Kian was in a defensive stance, his eyes glared down at Gabby and his fists were balled at his sides. Kian was ready to pounce on Gabby. 

Gabby threw his hands up. “Going to use ye’ pretty boy magic on me, Nordin?” Every time Gabby spoke he seemed to intrigue Emily more. Now she was wondering what he meant by pretty boy magic.

“Last warning!” Kian stepped towards Gabby like a tiger ready to devour its prey.

“Fine,” Gabby shouted then turned to Emily and smiled. “Emily, it has been a pleasure to meet ye’.” Emily smiled. She liked Gabby’s feistiness. “Maybe we can chat... alone tomorrow,” he glared at Kian.

“I would absolutely love that,” Emily replied. She meant every word. She had a feeling Gabby could fill her in on all the weirdness in Camden.

“Hmmph. Like Nikki will let that happen,” Kian muttered softly. Gabby and Emily both turned towards Kian. “Door is that way, Gabby.” 

“Ye’. Ye’. I’m leaving.” Gabby walked out the door. He grabbed a hold of the doorknob and looked over his shoulder. “Ye’ tell that fae she caused this mess, and I plan on getting out of it. At all costs. So tell her to stay out of me’ way.”

There was no doubt in Emily’s mind who Gabby was grumbling about. It had to be Nikki. She seemed like the kind to butt into everyone’s lives unwelcomed. Just like she had done to Emily and Selma.

“See ye’ tomorrow, lass,” Gabby called out before closing the door behind him. Kian stared at the door for a moment, then turned and faced Emily. 

“What was all of that about,” she asked crossing her arms across her chest. Kian chuckled 

“That would be Gabby, the town jabberjaw.” Kian chuckled some more. Emily wasn’t buying his reason nor his chuckle. 

“Doesn’t answer my question. What did he mean you guys haven’t been able to leave here?” Kian ran his hand through his hair. He opened his mouth but closed it. “Camden secrets, eh?”

“No. There aren’t any secrets,” Kian blurted then walked over to her. “There aren’t any secrets. Gabby just likes to stir up trouble.”

“Right,” she replied sarcastically. Kian gently grabbed ahold of her shoulders and gazed into her eyes.

“Emily,” he said seductively. “Just ignore Gabby. He didn’t say anything.” Again, Emily could have sworn Kian’s eyes flickered between colors. 

“Cut the crap, Kian,” Emily growled then took a step away from him and out of his hold.

Kian stood there with a shocked look on his face.

“Emily,” he said seductively. His eyes doing the same thing as before.

“What’s up with your eyes shifting colors,” she asked. Her eyebrow raised and a hand on her hip. 

“What,” Kian replied in a shaky, panicked voice. Emily pointed to his eyes.

“Your eyes. You know, the things you see with? Yours seem to shift colors whenever you do your sexy voice.”

“Emily. Sweetheart. It’s probably just the lighting making them look that way.” He looked up at the light above them. 

“Do you always do this?”

“Do what, sweetheart?” He gave her another one of his award-winning smiles. 

“Lie,” she shouted, angrily. “I hate liars, Kian! In the morning, I’m getting the hell away from this town. And the hell away from you! Goodnight, Mr. Nordin.” 

Emily stormed down the hallway, into the bedroom then shut and locked it behind her. 

Before she had stormed off, Kian had looked dumbfounded. He seemed very confused. Lost perhaps. Emily wasn’t buying any of it. Kian’s interaction with Gabby and now his eyes. Emily was ready to grab Selma and get the hell away from Creepy Town.