Chasing Emily [Duoterra 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (4 page)

But what made that relationship even more intriguing was that the bar owner, Emily, had been dancing furiously with one of the brothers called Curt. Finn had heard mutterings about Emily having been involved with this Curt, but from what he could see, Brianna was quite happy for her husband to take off with Emily while she danced with the youngest brother. The elder one had stood watching them, all the while keeping an eye on his baby daughters who, amazingly, had been sleeping in a cot at the edge of the room throughout the evening without a murmur.

He chuckled to himself. He wasn’t sure if that meant they were tone deaf or if his singing had lulled them to sleep.

Finn caught Emily’s eye as she passed by and winked at her. The corner of her mouth went up, but other than that she ignored him. Instead he continued to gaze over the other occupants of the room, and his eyes came to rest on Robin, the man who had stormed out of the bar earlier that day when Finn had arrived and had enjoyed flirting with Emily.

Another fascinating couple, he pondered. But even he could see that the guy was much too young for Emily, who needed an older man to keep her out of trouble. Finn snorted.
Yeah, like that is going to happen with anyone. The woman is danger on legs.
He sincerely doubted if anyone was man enough for her.

He narrowed his eyes to study Robin. He was certainly a good looking hunk, with short, dark hair. Not that Finn was particularly into men himself, although he knew of several guys pairing off—out of necessity as much as being genuinely homosexual. But he could see why Emily might have been attracted to the fellow as he was not only handsome but well muscled.

His initial thoughts had been that Robin was rather surly and immature, but tonight he’d seen a different side to him as he danced with a young girl aged about ten who called him uncle. The affection the two had between them was very sweet.

Finn sighed. It was nice to see a contended family, whereas he had studiously avoided settling down with any one girl. Draining the last of his ale, he moved back behind his drum and raised his voice. “Okay, folks. One last song and I’m done for.” Tradition demanded a really slow song for the last dance, and he complied with a love song about a person hungering for another’s touch, a song he believed had originated on Earth. Well, he certainly wanted Emily’s hands on him and wondered if he would get lucky that evening. Looking around the room, he grinned, as he could see many husbands who were likely to get their wish tonight.

The song finished, and those left started drifting off or tidying up. Finally Brianna called to Emily, “We’re off to our room. See you in the morning.”

Emily waved good-bye. For people who lived out of town it was usual for townsfolk to open up their homes to those who needed a bed for the night. But some stayed at the bar like he did, and that included Brianna and her husbands. He guessed not many people would be happy to host the foursome in their home, despite the change in the laws.

He looked around and noticed it was just him and Emily left. He grinned. He couldn’t have planned it better. She clearly realized at the same time with a startled look on her face and took off at a quick pace as if to catch up with Brianna and her men.

Moving swiftly, he grabbed her shoulder to stop her flight. “Hey, gorgeous, it’s just the two of us now.”

She stopped and gave him a cautious look over her shoulder, and then, after a moment’s reflection when he could see various emotions crossing her face, she clearly made a decision that he was trustworthy, and relaxing, she said, “So it is. You can help me carry this crate of mugs back to the bar.” Suddenly the item she was carrying was thrust into his chest. He grunted and followed her as she took a few minutes to gather the final items littering the building to carry back to her place.

Enjoying the sight of her luscious butt wiggling as she slowly walked ahead of him as they crossed the street, he swore it wiggled more than necessary. His assumption was proved correct when she peered over her shoulder and smiled at him. Well, gave him a “come-hither” look. Oh, he
was
going to get lucky that night!

However, he couldn’t wait until they reached the bedrooms, and as soon as they got into the bar, quickly ascertaining that no one else was around, he dumped his crate on the nearest table and strode swiftly to her as she dropped her load on the counter.

Emily squealed as he grabbed her, pulling her to him. He kissed her, the pressure of his lips intensifying as his tongue speared into her mouth, eagerly exploring. She tasted wonderful, having clearly been drinking her own ale. But it was more than that. A frisson of excitement went through him. It had been a while since he’d been with a woman.

Pushing away from him, Emily tantalizingly leaned back against the bar top and enticed him to go further.

It didn’t take any persuasion on his behalf, and he stepped forward. Determined not to let her take control, he surprised her by grasping her around the waist, spinning her about so she was draped over the counter. Quickly pulling her skirt up, he tucked the end into her belt and whistled at the sight of her lovely butt.

She struggled for a moment, but then subsided. “Oh, big bad wolf-cat, what are you going to do with me?”

Finn leaned down and nibbled her neck as he nudged her feet to get her to widen them. “Oh, you won’t have any problems understanding what I’m going to do to you.”

“You know, there’s a perfectly comfortable bed upstairs. Two in fact—yours and mine,” she commented wryly.

As she tried to stand upright, Finn kept her still taking hold of her hands and placing them firmly back on the counter. “I can’t wait that far.” To prove how far gone he was, he pressed his pelvis to her backside so she could feel the hardness of his cock.

She wiggled against him and removed one of her hands from the bar to reach around to feel him, her fingers tightening on his erection. He groaned and brushed off her hand.

“Stop it, you wicked woman.”

Her giggle sent a shiver through him. It was warm and inviting, and he let himself be tempted. Swiftly undoing his trousers, he held her hip in one hand as he guided himself into her hot, moist pussy.
God, she feels good.
He stopped to relish the moment.

“For God’s sake, Finn, don’t stop. If you’re going to put it in me, then shove it in.”

He swatted her butt hard. “Don’t tell me what to do, woman.”

She started to pull away. “If you’re not going to use that mighty beast of yours for what it was intended, then I’m going to bed.”

Holding her tightly around the waist, he declared, “Oh no, you don’t. Christ, Emily, no wonder you’ve got a reputation. That mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble one of these days.” But he gave into her wish and plunged into her—hard—and was rewarded by a long moan coming from the woman. “Is that what you want? How about this?” He pulled back and thrust in again.

“Yesssssss.”

Laughing at her wail, he began a regular motion. Once he was sure she wasn’t going to pull away, he lowered one hand from her waist and edged under her skirt to fondle her engorged clit.

“Yaaaaaaow. Finn, Finn. Hell! More please.” She reached down to press his fingers to her, pushing into him. As his other hand tightly held her hip, he couldn’t swat her away again.

Instead he nipped her shoulder, and his hair fell to brush against her neck. “Put that hand back on the counter, woman.”

“Then do it harder.” Her plea was said with a laugh as she did as he demanded.

He started to get faster and faster, hitting her cervix at the same time as he rubbed her clit in a rough circular motion. He only wished he could see Emily’s breasts, aware of them jiggling as he moved.

“Fiiiiiiiiiinn.” Worried that her wail could be heard outside, he started ramming her fiercely, wanting to finish quickly, sighing as his balls tightened.

When her fingers tightly gripped the edge of the bar, he knew her climax was near, and he quickly clapped a hand over her mouth as she screamed into his palm. That was enough to set him off, and he bit her shoulder to avoid his own groan reverberating around the room as he spurted inside her.

His actions hadn’t worked, and a voice came from behind them. “What in
hell’s
name is going on here?”

Chapter Five

 

“Come to order please. Mayor Wright is in attendance as judge.”

Law Enforcer Garrett waited until the people settled before sitting down himself. It took a good five minutes as the whole town, including those from outlying farms, had turned out for this very unusual town meeting. Therefore the school, which doubled as a courtroom, was heaving. Those that were unable to find a seat were crammed against the wall or watching eagerly through the window.

The mayor-cum-judge braced his hands on the front desk and looked over his spectacles at those present with an almost gleeful expression. “Well, well, people. Once again I have to preside over a meeting to decide on the fate of a woman of this town, only a year or so after the last
shameful
trial.”

Emily grimaced as he emphasized the word “shameful,” and the judge stopped to turn his head and stare in the direction of two of Brianna’s husbands, since it was them he was referring to. Emily knew that Brianna’s other husband, Eric, was looking after their daughters elsewhere.

She chuckled to herself as Brianna ducked behind Adam to hide herself from the judge’s attention. The judge
humphed
when he failed to find the object of his derision. Turning his gaze back over the crowd, he came to a rest on Emily and then continued his discourse, “It seems that our women have failed to learn from that lesson, so let me reiterate this latest debacle. The accused, namely Emily Dubois—the owner of the town’s bar—was found
in flagrante delicto
with none other than a wandering singer.”

Oh, he enjoyed saying that. Really,
really
relished it, judging by the way he rolled the words around his mouth before spitting them out.

“A musician who is younger than her by at least one decade!”

As everyone in the room turned to look at her with an assortment of expressions on their faces, Emily winced. Everyone was fascinated with this turn of events. Not much happened in the town, and when it did, everyone wanted to savor every minute of it. Of course it had to be her that this happened to! Some of the faces showed their disapproval, including her son, Derek, who muttered from behind her, “For God’s sake, Mother.” He had always been a disappointment to her, turning out more like his late father, uncaring and lazy.

Looking around the room, Emily breathed a huge sigh of relief that Robin wasn’t there, despite pretty much everyone else having come for the ‘event of the year.’

The judge loudly cleared his throat to draw their notice back to him. Emily smiled inwardly. He didn’t like not being the center of everyone’s attention. “Now, we all know—or rather have suspected—that Mrs. Dubois has indulged in sexual intercourse with a variety of men throughout the years.” He stopped to
tut
, shaking his head as he did. “Of course, having intercourse is not illegal, or otherwise the population would drop dramatically and the colony would die out.” The judge halted to chortle loudly at his own joke. No one else joined in. They didn’t dare in case he took offence. He was known for his short temper.

He sighed and raised his chin, looking up to the ceiling as he considered his next words. “However, promiscuity
is
illegal as it is against the planet’s moral code, and
that
is why this case has been brought to this court. I have in front of me,” he started, raising a sheaf of papers, “a
number
of complaints made against this woman on
numerous
occasions.”

Emily grimaced at the judge’s propensity to loudly emphasize certain words as he spoke. She didn’t need him to remind her of these complaints as she was very aware of them, suspecting that they had been made by the older women of the town who were jealous of her escapades. In fact she knew that most of the older men who’d had young, marriageable daughters over the years were actually content that she kept the young bucks away from their girls, and the young men in question thoroughly enjoyed the liberal way she dispensed her favors. But the married women were always worried that she would take their husbands away from them. They needn’t have been scared. Emily didn’t do married men. In fact she didn’t have sex that often, just spread what favors she was prepared to give around amongst several people. And even that didn’t happen until sometime after Vince had died. It had been wonderful—nothing like she had experienced when married.

A murmur went through the townsfolk. She gritted her teeth. She knew full well that the judge was aware of her activities, but the crux of the issue now was that she had been caught. She had to resist the urge to turn and look at her fellow culprit, Finn, sitting with the crowd. It really was unfair—why wasn’t
he
on trial, too?

The judge must have been having a similar thought as he looked over to where Finn sat just a short distance away and gave him a ponderous look. Emily finally glanced around. Finn looked calm.
Damn him!
He smiled at her, and she jerked her eyes away from him, tightening her lips angrily at the situation that favored men on the planet.

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