The Crow’s Nest was quite crowded for a weeknight. Emmett took a sip of his wine and glanced around the room, awaiting the arrival of the rest of his friends. But most of all for Brendon.
He’d spoken to the other man earlier on the communication mobile and had been quite taken aback by his churlish mood. Something was definitely afoot. And by the gods he couldn’t wait to find out what it was. It would add a bit of excitement to his own dull day.
He sighed and leaned back in his chair, cupping the glass of wine in his palm. His gaze drifted around the room and landed on the woman talking to a customer in the corner.
She was a delightful little thing, Ms. Molly. All wide blue eyes, luscious curves, and long blond hair. Too bad he had absolutely no interest in getting involved with a woman right now.
She leaned down to retrieve a plate from the table and her dress tightened over her plump round ass. His cock stirred, and he bit back a sigh. Right. No interest whatsoever. His lips twisted sardonically. Shit. Who was he kidding?
“I asked you to stop.”
He heard her sharp words, and his ears perked. Setting his glass down on the table, he stood, his brows drawing together. He’d taken just a few steps to the table she stood at when he noticed the man at the table reach out to touch her ass.
Fists clenched, he crossed the room and grasped her arm, pulling her back behind him. Molly’s eyes widened in surprise, but she made no protest.
“Something I can help you with, sir?” He turned his attention to the man at the table.
“Not so much,” the man drawled, his gaze steely beneath a false layer of amusement.
Emmett held his ground, meeting the man’s stare with ease. “Maybe next time, be a little quicker to respect a lady’s wishes when she asks you to stop.”
“Maybe you oughta mind your own business, soldier.”
Something flickered in the man’s eyes. For a moment they even seemed to glow red. What the hell? Unease stirred in Emmett’s gut and then he knew. This was no man from Belton. He must surely be one of those rumored aliens from Multron. A blood drinker…
“Emmett.” Molly touched his arm lightly. “It’s quite all right. Truly.”
Refusing to back down, Emmett gave the man a hard look. “No more trouble. Or we’ll see to it you leave and aren’t invited back.”
The man held his gaze for a moment and then gave a wide, cold smile.
“Well, I don’t want any trouble. I promise to be a good little boy from now on.”
Molly let out a small groan and spun away, rushing from the room. Emmett watched her go, his mouth curving downward.
Damn. She was obviously more upset than she let on. He cast one last warning glance at the alien man and headed out after Molly.
He found her in a small office near the reception desk, dabbing her eyes with a linen cloth.
His stomach clenched with tenderness, and he stopped in the doorway.
“Molly?”
“Please, I am fine. I promise, Emmett,” she muttered in a rush.
But she wasn’t. Anyone with two eyes could clearly see that.
He stepped inside the office, not waiting to be invited and pressed the door closed. It hissed shut, locking with a metallic click.
“Come here.” He opened his arms and took a step toward her, not sure whether she’d welcome his embrace or think he was crazy for offering it.
To his relief she let out a sniffle and lurched into his arms.
Emmett closed his eyes, wrapping her close against him. It was hard not to notice the light flowery scent she wore, or the curves of her warm body. Or the way her soft breath feathered his chest as she let out little sobs.
“Tell me what happened, sweetheart.”
“Nothing, really. I promise. I have just had the most awful day. My laundress has quit. We have run out of yard bird and probably will have none until Friday,” she said between sniffles. “And then when I was doing my rounds at the tables that man was awful. He…he…”
Emmett tightened his arms around her, his gut telling him he wouldn’t like what she was going to say.
“What happened?”
“He grabbed me and pulled me to the table, squeezing my bottom.” She drew in a shaky breath. “And he said vulgar things about what he could do with a girl like me.”
“Fuck.” Emmett smoothed an arm down her back and ground his teeth together. “I should go right back out there and tell him what I could do to a guy like him. Namely, smash his face in.”
Molly gave a watery laugh. “Please. There is no need. He’s just a crass bounty hunter staying at the lodge. A blood drinker. I’ve dealt with men far worse.”
“But you shouldn’t have to.” He set her back a few inches and lifted her chin with one finger. “You should have droids waiting the tables instead of doing it yourself. Then perhaps this wouldn’t have happened.”
“Droids have their place,” Molly admitted. “But I prefer the personal contact of helping out with my guests. It has proven to be better for business.”
His gaze stroked over her face and he bit back a soft sigh before admitting, “Yes, I must say you’re quite preferable to a droid.”
“Thank you.” Her smile was weak.
“Anytime.” He leaned down and brushed his lips across hers in a quick reassuring kiss.
The moment his lips touched hers, though, any thoughts of it being a chaste touch flew out the window. Her lips were soft and cushiony, a warm welcome for his mouth.
She made a soft noise of surprise and her hands came up lightly against his chest. Lifting her head, she looked up at him with those wide blue eyes.
He felt heat work its way up his neck. “Forgive me, Molly.”
“No.” She shook her head. “Please.”
And then she wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing his head down to hers.
Emmett lost any resistance he may have had and covered her mouth again with his own, grasping her hips tightly in his hands.
Her lips parted and he slipped his tongue deep to find hers. She made a soft sigh of delight, her tongue coming forward to rub against his.
He let out a ragged groan, his cock hardening even further, brushing against the soft curve of her belly. His hips arched, grinding against hers, and she let out an answering moan.
Emmett jerked his mouth away and tried to step back. What was he thinking? He was not being rational. Trying to fuck the lodge owner in her office?
“Molly, wait.”
“No, please. Emmett. Do not ask me to stop.” She reached behind her and unfastened the buttons of her dress. A moment later it fell from her body and pooled at her feet.
Gods! His mouth filled with saliva as he drank her in. Her body was small and curved, her breasts large and more than a handful. Her hips were wide and her soft thighs cushioned a pretty pink pussy.
“Molly,” he choked out. “What are—?”
“I have not had a man since my husband passed away, Emmett,” she said softly. “And I would very much like it if you would indulge me now since I have taken an interest in you.” Insecurity flashed suddenly in her gaze. “Unless this is something you do not wish.”
“Oh, gods, Molly.” He reached for her again, dragging her naked body hard against his. “I wish. I very much wish. But would you prefer to go elsewhere? Find somewhere more comfortable?”
She gave a light laugh and ran a finger over the top of his uniform. “There is a desk. Surely we could use that. On top. You could bend me over. Or you might sit in the chair and I could—”
He crushed his mouth on hers again, silencing her erotic suggestions. How had he not realized the sweet little owner of this lodge was a little seductress in disguise? And thank gods she’d chosen him.
Reaching between them, he cupped her breast in his hand and felt the nipple that was already tight for him poke his palm. Bend her over the desk, indeed. She had no idea how close he was to doing just that.
Her nimble fingers undid his uniform, peeling the shirt from his shoulders and leaving his upper torso bare.
Emmett reached for his trousers, unfastening them and sliding them down his legs before kicking them free.
Naked flesh melted together. He pressed a leg between hers until her bare sex rode his thigh. The hot moisture there made the breath catch in his lungs.
He caught her ass in his hands and lifted her, moving her over to the steel desk in the corner. Setting her down she let out a squeal.
“Sorry, it’s cold.” She winced and reached for him again.
Emmett’s throat reverberated with a low laugh as he pushed her backward until she reclined on her elbows.
“I will see that you are sufficiently warmed, sweetheart.” He smoothed his hands down her body, loving the contrast of his dark skin and her pale flesh.
The pink parts on her especially fascinated him. The nipples were so light in color, he reached to run his thumb over one tip and watched as the flush deepened in the areola. The nipple elongated as if seeking his mouth.
And who was he to deny her? With a chuckle he leaned down and caught one pert tip, drawing it deep past his lips.
Molly cried out, her body writhing on the desk. He cuddled her large breasts in his hands, suckling one nipple while rubbing the other one in a slow rhythm.
Her hand slipped between them, and a second later he felt it wrap around his cock.
He groaned, thrusting against her fingers as he switched his mouth to her other breast.
“Gods, I do want you, Emmett,” Molly whispered. “I have needed this more than you could know.”
He lifted his head, breathing unevenly. “Do you need this?”
Still holding her gaze, he kissed a trail between her breasts and down the slight rise of her belly. Each kiss brought the scent of her musky arousal closer to his mouth.
Her stomach clenched, and he watched her lips part, her eyes darken.
Nuzzling the curls that shielded her pussy, he was pleased to find them already damp. He lowered his gaze to the pink folds between her legs.
Gods. He needed to touch her. Taste her. He parted her flesh with unsteady fingers, exposing the slick shine of her arousal.
His cock twitched, and he let out a strangled groan. Lowering his head, he went in for the first taste.
Musky. Succulent. So good. He buried his tongue inside her, seeking more of her slick desire.
“Yes. Oh gods, yes.” She gripped the edge of the desk and her thighs tightened around his head.
Soft. Warm. Cocooning him against the essence of her femininity.
He flicked his tongue up to find the pearl of pleasure he knew would bring her release. Her clit was hot and swollen, just begging for his mouth, and so he took it, suckling it gently to drive her pleasure higher.
“Emmett, oh gods! I’m going to come.”
Yes. Come, sweetheart. He couldn’t even draw his mouth away from her juicy flesh to murmur the encouraging words, and instead used his tongue to push her release.
A moment later she was there. Her sharp scream made him glad for the steel doors that shielded them from the lodge.
Her thighs gripped his head, squeezing his ears so hard he was certain they might cave inward. Her cream spilled fresh and hot on his tongue and he lapped it up, riding with her through the orgasm.
She finally went limp, her thighs gradually releasing their grip on his head.
Emmett rose to his feet and gripped his cock. He could wait no longer.
*
Still weak from her orgasm, Molly stared up at Emmett, who now massaged his cock and eyed her like a starving man.
Gods, she’d finally lost her mind—and didn’t it feel wonderful?
“Sit on the chair,” she urged him, scooting off the desk. “Let me ride you.”
A visible tremble racked his body as he moved around the desk to sit in the mobile chair.
Molly followed him around the desk, licking her lips as she eyed the thick jut of his cock. Gods, he was quite a bit larger than what she had experienced.
Despite her aggressiveness, which still continued to surprise her, she felt the first stab of apprehension.
Emmett must have seen the sudden worry in her gaze, for he held out his hand and murmured a soft, “Come here, sweetheart.”
Molly placed her smaller hand in his and felt that familiar zing of chemistry shoot through her blood.
She slid onto his lap, letting her legs slide on both sides of his hips. His cock pressed hard against her ass and she knew she just had to lift herself up and back a bit.
His hands, so dark and deliciously rough, slid up her stomach to cup her breasts again. Her body turned liquid and she sighed, moving herself just enough to rub the head of his cock against her slit.
Pleasure rocked through her and made her blood hum.
“I want your mouth, Molly,” he ordered softly. “Kiss me.”
Her heart fluttered, and she licked her lips again, before leaning forward to press her mouth against his in a soft caress.
He took control of the kiss, sliding his tongue deep while his hips lifted just enough to push the head of his dick the slightest bit into her.
She groaned, sparring her tongue with his, and sank down a bit farther. Slowly, inch by inch, she slid his cock into her.
So good. She pulled her mouth away to look down at where they were almost fully joined.
The erotic sight almost undid her. Pink lips spread wide over the thick black staff.
“All the way down, Molly,” he muttered, squeezing her breasts. “Come on, girl. Or I’m going to lose all control and to hell with slow.”
“So do it,” she gasped, rotating her hips over his cock. “Fuck me, Emmett. Please.”
He let out a growl and moved his hands to grip her hips. With one lift of his ass, he embedded himself to the hilt.
“Oh!” She cried out and squeezed her eyes shut. Better to just jump in quick than ease your way in.
“Damn, sweetheart. You feel incredible,” he choked out. His hips began to buck up in a constant rhythm, pushing in and out of her. “Ride me, Molly.”
Molly gripped his shoulders and did as instructed, rocking back and forth on his cock, rotating her hips to hit different angles.
Her eyes closed. Gods, it had been too long. She missed this. The fullness of having a man inside her, his rough hands caressing her body, and the absolute ecstasy of his mouth bringing her release.
“Harder, sweetheart.” He moved a hand between her legs and rubbed her clit. “I’ll make sure you fly with me.”
“Yes,” she whispered and moved faster on him, pressing herself down harder onto his cock. “Yes!”
His finger wiggled faster on her, and the tightening of a release built quickly in her muscles. She squeezed her inner walls around Emmett’s cock and was rewarded with his guttural groan.
The pleasure stacked higher inside her. Building and expanding until everything in her head went white and the sensation toppled over the edge.
Her body shook through the climax and her nails dug hard into his shoulders.
He took over, gripping her ass and pounding up inside her until a moment later he cried out and she felt him come warm and thick inside her.
“Oh my.” She pressed her head against his shoulder, letting her tongue flick out over his damp salty flesh. “That was quite incredible.”
“Mmm.” Emmett massaged her ass cheeks, his chin resting on her head. “You have no idea.”
Lifting her head she gave him a small, somewhat shy smile. “It’s been a while for me.”
He met her gaze through hooded eyes. “Would you believe me if I said likewise?”
Surprise jolted through her and her lips parted. Could he be serious?
Emmett let out a soft laugh and touched her cheek. “You needn’t look so stunned, sweetheart.”
“I just…I suppose I am.” She shrugged and moved her hands over his chest. He was truly a beautiful man. “I can’t understand why.”
“I’ve always put career before women,” he admitted.
“Not a bad philosophy. I do the same with men.”
Her reply made her realize exactly what had just happened. And that she was still at work. Gods. Her eyes widened and she fumbled to get off him.
“I should return to work,” she muttered. “Someone may realize I’m missing.”
“Molly.” He caught her hand before she could retrieve her dress. “Thank you.”
Her stomach flipped, warmth swirling in her blood and she gave him a wide smile. Oh yes. This soldier could be quite the distraction if she let him be. So it would best not let this become more than a one-time event.
“Thank you, Emmett.” Before she could stop herself, she leaned forward and pressed another kiss against his mouth. “I shall remember this moment for quite some time, I imagine.”
Confusion flickered in his gaze before he gave her a lazy nod.
“And I as well.”
After Emmett had dressed and left the office, she slid the doors shut and leaned against the steel frame.
Pressing a hand against her chest, she tried to pretend her heart wasn’t still all aflutter.
She’d had an itch and scratched it. She could go back to life as normal and work on increasing her traffic at the lodge. She was a businesswoman first and foremost.
Yes, life as normal was so much more…stable.