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And then it happened. Her cunt started pulsing around me. She froze. The moan that was torn from her sounded painful and relieved all at once.
“Fuck—Pearl.”
There it is.
Her orgasm lasted long. Wave after wave pulsed around my fingers, and I did my best to coax more out, massaging the spot that was making her thighs shake around me.
I had never felt more powerful than I did in that moment. I pulled away to watch as she sank into my bed. Her eyes fluttered open, and she stared at the ceiling in a daze.
I let out a laugh.
“Not half bad, huh?—”
I was cut off by Emerson pushing herself up and lunging at me, hands and mouth crazed as she started to explore my body.
When she sank her teeth into the side of my neck, I let out a startled moan.
“You’re going to make a needy monster out of me,” she groaned against my skin as her fingers found my clit.
My giggle turned into a moan as she filled me with two fingers and hooked them, much like I had done to her.
I grabbed her face with both hands.
“Payback,” I said with a smile, looking into her hazel eyes, which seemed so unguarded in the moment. “You’ve ruined me. This need for you… It’s never going away.”
A dangerous smirk pulled at her lips.
“Good.”
Chapter 20
Emerson
Icouldn't fight the scowl on my face as I took in the rundown restaurant.
Pearl was home, asleep in my bed, while I was forcing myself to come out in the early morning to see if I could find my piece-of-shit father. Last night had been everything I wanted.
We spent hours in her room before we slowly made it to mine. I lost count of how many times we fucked, all of them melding together, but I would never forget the way she was sitting perched on her bed, waiting for me in only my flannel.
The one she kept all these years.
But this was important, and I would make it work, no matter how much I still wished I was in bed with her.
Through Jax’s security company and a few of my other contacts, I got the tip that he might be hiding out somewhere near here. Apparently, he’d been seen at this very restaurant—a rundown American diner—having breakfast.
He had been eerily quiet so far, and it was starting to worry me. I knew he was probably doing it to fuck with me, but I wasn't taking any chances.
I had reached out to the information broker, but she had gone suspiciously quiet too, so I was on my own, and I didn’t have any time to waste.
I tried not to show it around Pearl, but the threat of my father and her stalker was weighing on me. I wasn’t myself at work. I wasn’t able to focus.
I was afraid. Not of what he would do to me—I hadn’t been afraid of that in a really long time—but of what he might do to her. I had just gotten her in my life, and there was no fucking way he was going to swoop in and take what was mine.
He wanted me to suffer for sending him to jail. Even if he’d done that all on his own, nothing was ever his fault anyway.
Steeling myself, I walked into the diner. It looked like a place where you’d stop by during a road trip or something. The waitress had to be at least in her mid-forties, and she was smiling at the customers. There was another one behind the counter, and I could hear maybe two cooks working.
Lots of employees for a place that looks like it’ll be running out of business soon.
