Page 17 of Dark Truth

“Mmm.” The vibration of the sound against me was sensational.

In a matter of seconds my back arched, and I was trying not to scream his name. He was an expert in making me come and knew how to get me off quickly by now. Sometimes, he’d make me wait, make me beg for release, but now wasn’t one of those times. I was glad about that, because a knock came at the door just as I put my pants on and sat down.

I was disappointed because I’d wanted to return the favor.

“I’m sorry, Dylan.” I looked up at him, regret in my eyes.

“Don’t worry, darling, you can make it up to me later. On your knees.” He kissed me and walked out of the office and left the door open.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” It was the head of groundskeeping. He looked nervous but soon calmed down.

“What can I do for you?” I asked and settled into my seat.

“Well, we need a few more temporary staff to finish getting the new plants in on time, and the front desk sent me to you.”

“Ah, no problem, we’ll get it sorted out.” I made a phone call and sent him down to the right person for that.

It was nice, even if all I could do was make a phone call.

I knew that wasn’t the reason for my smile, though. That was all Dylan’s doing. He seemed to have this sixth sense about when I needed reminded that I had something to smile about. There was one thing for sure, Dylan James was an expert at leaving me with a smile.

Dylan

“I’m not so sure this is a good idea, Dylan.” Her voice was quiet, almost imperceptible, but I heard her.

“You know I can turn this car around and take you home; just say the words, Emily.” I meant it too, whatever she wanted was what I would do.

She’d decided to meet up with her entire family, to give them a chance, after she’d thought about it for a few more days. She had initially just wanted to meet up with her sister-in-law, but then she’d decided it was a Band-Aid situation. Rip it off and get it over with, which was how she usually faced things.

She was brave, my woman, and it made me proud of her. If she wanted to turn around and leave, that was just as brave to me. Either way, it was Emily’s decision, and she would make up her mind. That was what was important. I’d also make sure her family stuck to that decision and didn’t bother her.

They’d really hurt her over the years, and I didn’t think they knew exactly how they’d abused their relationship with her. From what she’d said she was just a token member, and I wasn’t certain if that was because she was female, because she’d been born last, or if it was something about her that they just didn’t appreciate. I thought she was the goddess I’d spent a long time looking for, without knowing I was, I thought with a smirk.

“What do you want to do?” I slowed the car on a quiet residential street and pulled over. I looked at her and saw nervousness mixed with doubt.

“I should do this, right?” Her lips trembled, and she all but vibrated with indecision.

“Emily, try it, my dear. See what happens. If they piss you off or say something that upsets you, we’ll leave, and that will be the end of it.” I put my hand over hers, and I could actually feel calm go through her.

I felt a swell in my chest at her reaction, and a sense of pride I didn’t know it was possible to feel. I’d given her comfort, and that made me happy.

“Alright. We can do this. Slay the dragon, right?” Her eyes were shining with confidence now, instead of fear, and I shook my head.

“I wouldn’t call Trent a dragon, a dick maybe, but not a dragon. Aren’t dragons supposed to be sexy in all those romance novels women leave in the rooms of the resorts now?”

“I guess. I’ve seen a few of those. They look … interesting.” I saw a smirk cross her face this time and grinned outright. I’d taught the woman to smirk, fuck yeah.

I loved it when she got that dirty look on her face, in whatever situation, a cross between elven and cocky; it was a knockout look.

“Mmhmm. I bet.” I put the car in drive and followed her directions to her brother’s house.

She’d told them I was coming and refused to come if I wasn’t welcomed. She’d made that clear, both of us or neither of us, that was the deal. I was really creating a monster, it would seem, but I didn’t care. She was my monster.

I pulled into the driveway, clasped her hand one more time, looked into her eyes and waited for her to nod. She did, so I got out of the car, and she joined me as I made it to the front. “Let’s do this, Emily.”

“Yes, sir.” She winked at me, and I knew it would be okay. For the next minute or so anyway.

The door opened before we’d even made it to the steps, and children flew out of the empty space. Two twin little girls, no more than five-years-old, wrapped their arms around Emily’s hips and screamed with joy.