The next afternoon Emily sat at her kitchen table staring at her cell phone. Snake had texted her earlier in the morning, saying he’d be calling to discuss their business around noon. Jester was due by to pick her up around two and she was relieved that she didn’t have to make up a reason to delay him.
Her fingers drummed on the table at the same time her right foot tapped out an anxious rhythm on the floor. She was no closer to finding out any club business. Did Snake know this would be an impossible task? Was it all part of his plan? Play with her until she failed, then kill Johnny? Nausea swamped her and she breathed through her nose to calm herself.
The shrill ring of the phone caused her heart to skip a beat even though she’d been expecting it. “Hello?” She answered before the first ring ended.
“Hello, sweet Emily. What’d ya got for me?” His voice gave her chills and she rubbed her free hand over a bare arm.
“I…I’m not going to speak to you until I talk to my brother.” Her voice shook, betraying her nerves.
He laughed and she wanted to throw the phone across the room, but that would only anger him. “Emily, I think you watch too much TV. You don’t have any power here. I hold all the cards and you’ll jump when I tell you to.”
She pinched her eyes tight and held her breath, determined to speak to Johnny. As the seconds slipped by in dreadful silence her resolve began to slip. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, Snake beat her to it.
“All right, Emily. What could a little chat with your idiot brother hurt? Here he is. You have thirty seconds.”
“Emmie?” Johnny’s voice sounded so dejected she wanted to cry.
“Johnny, are you okay?” Tears thickened her voice, but she refused to let them fall. She had to be strong for him. She’d always been the strong one, the one he could depend upon. And he needed her to be that now, more than ever.
“Emmie, listen to me. You have to get out of town. Forget about me. It’s not worth it. Snake won’t—” His voice disappeared, replaced by a thud and a low moan.
Emily couldn’t prevent the cry of distress from leaving her throat.
“Satisfied? You got what you wanted, now give me what I want.” Snake’s voice replaced Johnny’s.
Emily started to shake. The situation was beginning to seem hopeless. “I—” She choked on a sob. “I don’t have anything yet. You have to know they don’t tell women any club details.”
“Then I suggest you fuck someone. Men tend to let things slip when their dick’s are happy.”
Not Jester.
Snake laughed when she didn’t respond. “No? Well, I guess you better get creative. Break into the clubhouse at night. I don’t give a shit how you do it, but you have a little under a week to get it done.”
He hung up without waiting for a response and Emily dropped her forehead to the table. Break into the clubhouse. If the situation wasn’t so dire, she might have laughed. First of all, she’d have a hell of a time getting away from Jester for one night, the man wanted her with him all the time. Secondly, she wouldn’t have a clue how to break into the clubhouse.
Emily wouldn’t allow her mind to fathom what they would do to her if she was caught in the clubhouse when she wasn’t supposed to be. Breaking in was out of the question, but maybe she’d be able to find a time when no one else was around and do a little snooping. It was so risky, she didn’t want to entertain the idea, but her options narrowed by the second.
She stood and paced the apartment, her breath coming in shallow pants. All of a sudden the room spun and her chest tightened to the point of constricting her breathing. On shaking legs, she stumbled to the den and sat on the couch, bending her head forward to rest between her knees.
After a few moments of forcing one slow, deep inhalation after another, the panic attack subsided. She was going to need therapy, or maybe medication if she survived this. A glance at the clock on the DVD player revealed there was still over an hour until Jester was scheduled to arrive. No way she could wait in this state of stress for an hour.
Emily stood and stripped off her shirt and pants, leaving her clad only in a sports bra and bikini panties. She grabbed the remote control and turned on the television. Her favorite yoga DVD was still in the machine. Physical exertion was exactly what she needed to calm her nerves and give her mind a chance to think of a plan and not just of how terrified she was.
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At one thirty, Jester jogged up the cracked concrete steps toward Emily’s hole of an apartment. He hadn’t been inside yet, but he was astounded she lived in this complex. Surely as a teacher she made enough money to rent in a safer and slightly more upscale neighborhood, didn’t she?
Maybe the move drained her finances. She didn’t act like someone who was acutely worried about paying the bills. But she did act like someone who hated sharing personal information. He shouldn’t make assumptions about her financial situation when he really didn’t know that much about her life.
For the foreseeable future, she’d be staying nights at his house. He made that executive decision on the ride to her place. While whatever this was between them lasted, he wanted to spend every spare second of his day with some part of his anatomy deep inside her. There was no way he was staying in this dump when he had a perfectly good house with a perfectly comfortable and very large bed. That left one viable option: Emily was coming with him.
He reached the door to her unit, and rapped a meaty fist against its dusty surface. When she didn’t answer after a few seconds, Jester glanced at the unit number to make sure he had the right place. Apartment 2C, just like she’d said. Muffled voices, what sounded like the television, came from inside the unit.
Maybe she just couldn’t hear him knock. Pounding on the door would only annoy the neighbors, so he tried the knob.
It turned easily. Jesus, he had to talk to her about keeping her door locked. Especially in this shit neighborhood.
“Em?” he called as he strolled down the hallway, taking in the sparse decorating and minimal furniture.
The white walls were bare, and what little furnishings she owned were worn and shabby. This place didn’t jive with Emily’s warm and fun personality at all. He’d have to ask her about it, after he got on her about that unlocked door.
His list of items to bring up to Emily flew right out of his head as he stepped into her living room and took in the sight before him.
Holy.
Shit.
Emily lay on a towel on the floor, eyes closed, doing what he assumed was some kind of yoga, while a woman on the small television screen voiced encouragement in a soothing tone.
All of the blood in his body surged and traveled to one throbbing location as he shifted his gaze from the TV to Emily, drinking in the sight of her where she lay on the floor. She was in a bridge position, with her shoulders and arms on the ground, and her back and hips in the air. One shapely leg was extended straight up, yet, somehow, she balanced without wavering.
All she wore was a black sports bra and a tiny pair of hot pink panties. She must have been at it for a while. A sheen of sweat coated her skin. He pressed his tongue to the roof of his mouth, wishing it was running over her body instead.
Christ, she was every hot yoga fantasy come to life. Forcing his feet to unglue from where he’d been stunned to immobility, Jester walked until he stood in front of her, gazing down at the erotic picture she made.
As though she sensed his presence, her eyes popped open so wide he almost laughed. “Oh, Jester.” She gasped on a breathless whisper. “You startled me, I wasn’t expecting you for another half hour. Do you mind if I finish this? I’m supposed to hold this pose for two minutes per leg. I’ve been close, but haven’t made it the whole time yet.”
He didn’t respond and her face took on an apprehensive expression.
“Sorry,” she said. “I can do this another time.” Emily started to lower her hips, but Jester reached out to hold her shapely leg in its place in the air.
“Don’t,” he said with a shake of his head.
“Thanks. I only have—” She turned her head to look at the television where a timer counted down the remaining minutes. “—three minutes and thirty seconds until I’m done. At least I hope I can make it that long.”
Emily was almost unbearably sexy in that position, with her small but toned muscles straining to maintain the posture. A faint outline of muscle was visible on her flat stomach, subtle enough to still be feminine but it showed what great shape she kept herself in.
Jester didn’t like a woman with a six-pack and rippling muscles. He preferred his women have softness to counter the hardness of his own body. Speaking of hardness, his dick was so stiff he could feel the teeth of his zipper digging in.
“You know, it’s kind of cheating if you hold my leg up for me,” Emily quipped with a sassy grin.
Jester still didn’t speak. He wasn’t sure he could, but he speared her with a molten look that left no question as to his desire. Then he slowly slid his hand down her leg pausing to caress the smooth skin of her inner thigh before he released her. With a glance downward, he noticed a dark spot on her panties, directly over her pussy. She was wet.
That knowledge was all Jester needed to kick him into action. No way would his woman lie there wet and wanting while he was in the room. He’d take care of her, and enjoy the hell out of it.
In a move so fast he must have shocked her, Jester dropped to his knees and tore her panties off. Her yelp followed the sound of ripping fabric. Mesmerized by her heady aroma, he lowered his head. Just before his mouth made contact with her weeping slit, Emily squeaked and started to lower her leg. “Jester, what are you doing?”
“I have to taste you, Emily.” His voice sounded strained to his ears. One hand pushed her leg back into position.
An idea popped into his head. This was going to be fun. “Don’t drop your pose, Em. I’ll stop if you fall out of position.”
She raised her head and met his eyes with a hesitant look. “Um…I’ve never…I mean no one has ever…” Her face reddened, but she kept her light eyes locked with his.
He stared at her, mouth inches away from taking her to paradise. “You trying to tell me no man has ever eaten your pussy?”
“Jester!” she shrieked, turning even redder at his explicit words than she’d been seconds before.
“Well, that’s a damn shame, baby. And not a problem you have to worry about anymore. I’ll eat you out any damn time you want. I would have gotten to it sooner, but every time I get near your naked body I can’t seem to keep my dick out of you. Now, lie back. I’ve got—” He shifted his eyes toward the television. “—two minutes and forty-five seconds to make you come.”
Emily started to lay her head back when Jester thought of one more thing. “Oh, and, babe? Don’t hold back. I want to hear you lose control.”
She dropped her head on the carpet with a soft thud. “Oh my God,” she whispered.
Jester chuckled as he dipped his head, swiping his tongue through her folds from the base of her pussy up to her clit, in a long, slow lick.
“Oh my God.” This time it came out on a moan.
Oh my God was right, he thought as the taste and smell of her assaulted his senses. She was intoxicating. From the corner of his eye Jester caught her fingers flexing against the carpet as though trying to grab onto the fibers. She thought she needed something to anchor herself now? Just wait until he really got going. Damn, this was going to be fun.
Jester got back to work, licking, sucking and nibbling, just grazing over her clit. Emily’s breathing increased, and she rotated her head from side to side as though trying to clear her mind. Not gonna happen, baby, Jester thought.
He swirled his tongue once around her swollen nub before wrapping his lips around it and sucking it into his mouth. Emily cried out and her legs began to tremble. The combination of the intense pleasure, and the physical strain of holding the yoga pose made her overworked muscles quiver.
She cried out again when he licked into her, fucking her tight channel with his tongue. The leg that had been held up in the air now rested over his shoulder, the heel digging into his back.
Damn, her pussy was sweet, he could keep this up for hours, drawing her right to the brink and backing off, suspending her in a sexual limbo until he finally let her crash over the edge. It was a shame he had less than two minutes to finish this little game.
Emily’s hips moved with purpose now, and Jester knew if their positions had been reversed, and she was on top, she’d be riding his face like a rodeo queen. He filed that idea away as a must try in the very near future.
Jester was so hard he spared a second to wonder if his cock could split through the zipper on his jeans. He felt like a fuckin’ king, being the first man to introduce Emily to oral sex. Her responses were honest and unguarded, and she did nothing to hide the fact that she loved the feel of his mouth on her, in her.
She didn’t play games, didn’t use her body to manipulate him. Emily was a woman who didn’t have much experience, but who seemed to revel in her sexuality as she discovered the power of it. He couldn’t wait until the day she was confident enough to demand what she wanted from him, and take what her body needed to be satisfied.
The walls of her sex began to flutter around his tongue. She was getting close. After one last thrust of his tongue, he moved back up to her clit, flicking it over and over as her cries grew louder and more desperate.