But it was also before I felt true love—and not just in Wyatt, but in his family. It was before I’d felt the love Abby Carragan gave out so freely. Before I joked and teased with Theo and played pool with Payton. Before I made donuts with Hudson and counted the seconds it took Oliver to down a beer. Before I knew what it was like to have Aspen and Ivy truly know me and stand in my corner. Before I held my brother in my arms and squeezed him or saw his name on my phone and smiled.
It was all before Wyatt Carragan got down on his knees and begged me to be his wife.
My mother was right about one thing. Whatever I choose to do with my life? It would be amazing, and it would be with amazing people by my side.
MRS. CARRAGAN
Wyatt
Five years later
“CC for fuck’s sake,dude, I have a meeting in ten minutes. Please, just be a cat elsewhere. Don’t you have a little brother to harass anyway?” I questioned as I set the orange fluff ball outside my office door. “Go find Toast.”
Two years ago, Ember stopped by the shelter one afternoon when she’d gotten off work early, and there was apparently a small tan colored kitten in the back she had to rescue. Apparently, just like CC, he wanted nothing to do with anyone, and she made it her new life mission to make him the most lovable fluff ball to ever exist.
Toaster Strudel was home that evening. He was adorable, I’d admit. Until he ate through any cord he found, as if it was his life goal to cut off any electrical power in this house.
Sitting back down at my desk, I had my computer powered-up and my video turned on. This meeting had to gowell. It was quite possibly one of the biggest deals I’d ever had at Carragan Security Tech, and—if I managed to secure it—it would mean I could hire another employee and expand the way I wanted to. Working with Julian had opened a vast number of doors for me, but even with his backing, I’d worked my ass off.
So this had to go well—hence the short temper with poor CC.
I let out a deep breath and shook my hands out before staring at myself in the video reflection. At thirty-one, I’d worked hard for this. Right? I had. I knew I had. I wasn’t going to let myself talk myself into a damn hole.
I glanced up as my office door clicked open, and I stared as Ember walked in, wrapped in her bathrobe.
“Hey, little flame. It isn’t a good time.” My fingers were tapping along the top of my desk as the seconds clicked down before the meeting.
“I heard you a few minutes ago? In the hall with CC. Want to talk about it?” she asked. There was a knowing glint in her eye, and I wanted to wrap my fingers around her throat right now.
“I know what you’re doing, and it isn’t a good time, Ember,” I muttered as my gaze returned to the screen.
“Oh, well I guess I’ll just sit down and wait for you to finish your big important meeting.” Something about her tone had my gaze returning back to her, only I wasn’t prepared for what I found.
She’d dropped the robe and stood before me in nothing but a black lace corset and matching boy shorts. I held up a hand and did a turn motion, and she smiled, doing a slow spin for me.
My chin came down and settled in my hand as I watchedher, my mind devoid of anything other than how fantastic her ass looked right now.
“This isn’t fair, little flame. I’m moments away from this meeting and you’re…fuck,” I muttered as I ran my hand along my jaw.
“Moments away? How many moments exactly?” She dropped to her knees in the middle of my office and bit her bottom lip.
Reluctantly tearing my eyes away from her, I glanced down at my clock. “Four minutes.”
“Oh, then we have time.” Her hands came down in front of her, and she began fuckingcrawlingacross the floor towards me. I couldn’t look away if someone threatened my life right now. I thought she’d come around the desk, but no. I should’ve known better. She went underneath the desk, stopping once she was between my thighs. “You always think better, clearer when you’re under pressure, Mr. Carragan. Let me add some pressure.”
My eyes darted back to the clock, and I swallowed thickly. “Three minutes.”
She unbuckled my belt and reached into my underwear, pulling my cock out. I watched as she ran her thumb through the pre-cum that had already gathered at the tip, just watching her.
“So ready for me, baby,” she whispered.
“Choke on it, Ember. Now.”
My chin still sat in my hand as I watched her spit on my cock, stroke my shaft a few times, and then I was buried in her mouth, hitting the back of her throat.
“Oh fuck me,” I muttered, my head dropping back and my hips thrusting. My hand fell down into her hair, my fingers intertwining in her long, red locs as I held her mouth against me.
She moaned around me, her lips vibrating around my cock.
