Always Be Mine~ (12 page)

Hearing her scream that, just makes me loose all control that I tried to hold on to. I reached underneath her, hauling her ass up in an angle to get into her as deep as I could at the moment. As I started hammering myself into her with me lost out of control, she arches her body up into mine. Her hips, bucking up to match me thrust for fucking thrust.

And she screams. She screams my name and wraps her legs around my waist. I can’t stop now. I can’t believe how amazing she feels and I know without a doubt this woman is going no where. She is mine. Only mine. Always mine. Even if she doesn’t know it yet. Her body convulsing around me, trembling full force uncontrollably under my body, as I continue to assault hers with my wild full throttle into her.  I feel her coming down from her orgasm, just as I let out a deep howl as I dive into her again spilling myself into her with such force. I keep throwing myself into her. As if I was punishing her, my body just slamming into her. I never remember having such a powerful orgasm ever. I finally lower her body back onto the bed. My body shivers from the complete pleasure I never experienced before in my life.

I can barely try to catch my breath, looking back down to her with both of us, gasping for air.
“Are you ok?” I ask her between pulling for air in my lungs. She nods.

“
Did I hurt you baby?” I lean into her neck, wrapping my arms back around her waist, keeping myself lodged deep inside her.

“
No you didn’t hurt me. That was incredible.” She says with a smile.

I pull my head back up to look back down to her.

“Thank you for the most special gift anyone has ever given me baby. This moment I will never forget for as long as I live.” I tell her as I slowly turn us to our sides, taking her with me in my arms. I lean in and kiss her again, feeling her flinch as I pull out of her slowly.

I carefully pull Emma into my arms. Her back up against my chest, I run my fingers through her hair, lulling her into sleep as I lay kisses on her shoulder and neck. Feathering her with soft touches and kisses, we both fall asleep and before we even get out of bed, we attack each other twice more.

We both climb into the shower together. I have four shower heads placed in different areas to hit all parts of the body. There is enough room in the walk in shower for at least three adults. We take turns lathering each other up, getting us both aroused for one another once more. I pin Emma up against the tiled wall. After we get done with our third round before stepping foot out of the bedroom, we are both starving, and poor Emma can barely walk straight.

We make it into the kitchen; luckily I had called housekeeping and a chef in for this weekend.

Coffee was made and waiting for us once we arrived in the kitchen. I sit us both down at the dining room table. And of course, the door bell rings.

“
Shit!” Emma says, as her body tense’s up immediately.

“
Ok, listen to me. Just relax and be yourself. My parents will love you.” I tell her planting a kiss on her forehead.

“
I can’t believe I am meeting your parents. Matthew, they are not going to like me. Can’t I hide some place and you tell them I changed my mind on coming out here?”

“
Darling…” My mother says as she gracefully walks into the dining room.

“
Too late.” I whisper to her as I rise from my chair to greet my parents, leaving Emma’s side I wink at her and chuckle under my breath.

“
Mom, how are you?” I go up to my parents, giving them both a big hug and kissing my mother’s cheek.

“
Son, how was the flight?” My father asks.

“
Good good. Thanks for coming over for breakfast.” I tell them as I walk them into the room.

Emma slowly rises from her chair, making me smile and also feel bad for her looking like standing is painful.

“Well, aren’t you the most adorable thing I have ever seen with my son.” My mother says meeting Emma half way into the room. Emma had made the walk towards her first, both meeting in the middle.

“
Hello Mrs. Daniels. It’s very nice to meet you. Matthew has said many wonderful things about you.” Emma says holding her hand out to shake my mothers.

“
Oh pooh, Mrs. Daniels.” She says as she pulls Emma in for a hug, shooing her hand shake away. “Please, call me Beverly. Or Bev, Or B. Or…”

“
Mother… We get the idea.” I cut into her before she rattles off a dozen more nick names. And before she gets to Bunny, I want to stop her.

My father walks over to meet Emma.

“Mr. Daniels, a pleasure to meet you as well Sir.” She says to my dad this time.

My dad looks back at me, I am grinning. REALLY trying hard not to start laughing at how formal Emma is trying to be.

Dad looks so comical, his hands in the air like he doesn’t understand what language she spoke to him. “What’s with all the formal nonsense?” He asks me, looking back and forth between me and Emma. I shrug my shoulders.

“
Emma dear, there is no Mr. Daniels here either. I’m David. It’s wonderful to meet such a lovely lady.” He says giving her a kiss on her cheek.

I move into the dining room sitting back down next to Emma. She looks stiff.

“Are you alright dear? You look like you’re in pain.” My mother asks Emma. That question makes Emma start to cough as she was taking a sip of her water. I start laughing.

“
I’m sorry sweetheart.” I say to her for laughing as she is trying to not turn four shades of red on her cheeks and neck.

Emma, waves back at my mother who looks between the two of us and back to my father. My father is mumbling something under his breath and my mother being blind as a bat as he picks up the paper to hide behind.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. D, I mean Beverly, I’m just recovering from a pulled muscle.” She says looking back over to me.

I am trying my best not to laugh and get Emma more upset.

“Ah, yes of course dear. I do hope you get that worked out soon.” My mother says changing the subject finally as I am sure she has finally caught on as she glares at me.

I look back at my mother with an arched eye brow.

We all get into our meal, discussing the current weather in Ft. Myers Beach. We spoke about my business. Our dinner plans to take them out with us. And about Emma’s father.

After we finish, my father asks me to join him in my office. I know this is not to talk business.

The housekeeper clears the plates from the table as Emma and my mother sit and talk over their coffees.

“
Pulled muscle huh?” My father asks me with a chuckle as he plops down on the couch in the study.

“
Well, we sort of had a work out this morning.” I explain sitting in the chair across from my father. We both chuckle.

“
That Emma, she is a real doll. How the hell did someone like you meet someone like her?” He asks as he walks over to the bar, fixing himself a bloody mary.

“
Thanks Dad. Glad to see the faith you have in my ability to bring home a nice girl to meet you both.” I say teasing him back.

“
Spill it.” He says to me as he moves back over to the couch, shoving a drink in my hands so he doesn’t look like a lush at ten in the morning in case my mother walks in on us.

“
I met her a few months back. She works at and architecture firm. We sent out requests from top five firms, where she works, being one of them. She is in charge of her proposal from her firm. Needless to say, I hired her for the job to have done for our company.” I tell him, stirring the celery in my drink, picking it up chomping down on it and taking a good drink from the glass.

“
Huh. Imagine that, you, hiring her.” My father says with a big grin on his face.

I lean back and cross my leg over the other. Studying my father.

“I really care about her dad. She is really the best thing I ever have met.” I say shaking my head looking down at my half downed glass of the bloody mary.

“
She must be to bring her here to meet us.” He says leaning back into the couch.

“
So what do you think so far?” I ask him.

My dad looks up to me.
“She seems very sweet son. I hope you know what you are doing.” He says taking his last gulp of his drink.

I throw my head back into the chair.

“Yeah she is pretty innocent, but believe me, she is really a keeper. Of course, I am not going to tell her that yet. I am positive I will scare the shit out of her.” I say placing my now empty glass on the coffee table next to my fathers.

“
Your mother is probably planning your wedding out there.” He says cocking his head towards the door.

We both chuckle at that.
“Yeah we better get back out there. Hopefully Emma didn’t run out of the condo yet.” I say shaking my father’s hand, while he slaps my back.

“
I wonder if she told her to call her Bunny yet.” I say dryly to my father.

“
Ha, yeah we really better get back out there.” He says while we both leave the study, moving back into the dining room.

“
Sweetheart, how about we give these two a little time alone to scope out the sites before we meet them for dinner?” My dad asks my mom, interrupting her talking about the holidays and when we should both arrive for the gathering and party here. She has her day planner out and Emma looks scared.

“
Of course. David you are right, we should be leaving. We have plans this morning to meet the Thompson’s for a round of golf. I am looking forward to seeing you both tonight.” She says as she gets up, gathering her day planner, notes and God knows what else she has planned for Emma.

My father winks at Emma, as she motions to get up. She tries not to flinch.

“Emma, you don’t worry about getting up. I can imagine how that pulled muscle must feel.” He explains as we both watch her trying to hide the dark pink climbing up her neck and cheeks.

“
And you,” My father starts as he lays a strong hand on my shoulder. “You should give this poor girl a break already. Don’t go getting her into anything too strenuous. The poor thing is practically dying over there.” He says glaring at me.

“
Ok, well… Mom, thanks for coming over.” I say walking over to my mother, pulling her in for a hug.

Emma is already standing to say good bye. She has a really tight smile on her face.

“Yes dear, you two have a lovely afternoon together. And sweetheart, please be careful with that back problem. You have my permission to slap my son up side the head if he does anything to go over board on activities this afternoon. No jogging on the beach either of you.” She says leaning in to Emma to give her a hug.

Emma waves shyly at my father.

“I’m looking forward to seeing you both tonight.” She says as my parents move to the foyer.

My mother looks back at her with a wink.
“Us too, dear.”

And I walk them both out to the door.

When I get back I see Emma gently banging her forehead on the table. Still sitting in the same place, just leaning over slowly tapping her head to the table.

“
I’m so, so sorry baby.” I say walking over to her.

“
This is just great. Matthew, your father knows we are going at it like rabbits in heat. Your mother has our “Holiday vacation” planned out for both of us.” Emma says with her using her two fingers to quote “holiday vacation”.

“
And I feel like a complete idiot for being so sore.” She says quietly the last part.

I walk right up to her, scooping her up into my arms, carrying her off to the Jacuzzi tub in my bathroom.

Matthew, what are you doing? You are going to pull a muscle carrying me. Then we will look even worse to your father.” She explains as I walk us in the bathroom, as she is still complaining about some bullshit about me pulling a muscle carrying her.

“
Just relax. I am running us a bath.” I say as I plant her on the chair in the bathroom.

I turn on the hot water, throw in some soaking salts, and start the jets in the water.

I help her get undressed as she begs me to let her take care of herself. Which I don’t pay any attention to her crazy attempts to “Not bother” me, as she explained.

“
Matthew, are you listening to me?” She asks as I pick her up and carry her over to the bath.

“
Of course baby, every word. Now just don’t move ok?” I say as I let her slide into the hot bubbling bath water. She hisses as she slides in and groans once she is sitting down completely submerged in the water.

Chapter 14~ Emma

Oh Good God, this water feels good.

Matthew strolls back into the bathroom, carrying some bottled water and Advil.