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“Fuck, I’m sorry, Emmy. I’ll make this up to you later,” I whisper as I manhandle her, picking her up and sitting her in the back seat of the car. I make sure I flick the child lock on the door before shutting her in.
Turning around, I see some ass stagger out of the SUV that’s just pulled up behind Paul’s car. Four of Paul’s guys jump out of the vehicle in front of mine, coming to a stand behind me. Paul goes to step forward and I pull him back.
I wait for the ass to speak as he stops directly in front of me, obviously knowing who the fuck I am.
“Mr. McKinley, you’re a hard man to track down.”
“Depends on who’s looking,” I reply.
“Detective Jones.” He holds out a hand. I look down at his outstretched palm and dismiss it. Like fuck, am I shaking hands with this fucker.
“What can I do for you, detective?” I ask.
“I’m looking for a woman—Emily Livingston. Know anything about her whereabouts?”
“Emily Livingston. I haven’t heard that name since high school.” I shrug my shoulders. Everything in me wants to end this motherfucker right here. “I heard she left town right after graduation. Why are you looking for her? What’d she do?”
“That’s classified, but if you do run into her, here’s my card. I’d like to ask her a few questions.” He holds out a card, which I take and pass off to Paul.
“Sure.”
I watch as he turns and walks back to his car. “Detective,” I yell out before he gets in. Turning back, he raises his eyebrows in question at me.
“I’m curious… how exactly do you plan to question a dead girl?” I smirk, knowing full well this is the asshole who signed both Emily and her mother’s death certificates. The smile falls from his face momentarily, shock replacing his confidence.
“My sources tell me Miss Livingston is very much alive and breathing. For now,” he says as he climbs into the car. Paul steps in front of me, stopping me in my tracks.
“Do not let him rile you up, Josh. You reacting right now is exactly what that prick wants.”
I know he’s right, but fuck, I want to gut the fucker. I want to hear his screams as I skin him alive. Nobody will ever threaten Emily and walk away unscathed. He may think he’s walking away, but I now know who he is. Before the day is out, I’ll make sure I know everything there is to know about Detective Jones.
As soon as the detective drives off, I open the door of the car, instructing the security detail that they are not to leave any room between the convoy. I will not take chances with Emily’s safety.
When I get in the car, Emily is sitting on the very far side, scowling in my direction. Fuck, how the fuck am I going to fix this? Reaching across, I pull the seat belt over her shoulder and plug the buckle in. Lingering a little in her space, I inhale her scent.
She always smells so fucking good, like wild berries. “I’m sorry, so fucking sorry, Emmy. I know it’s not forgivable, what I’ve done, but I will try every day to earn your forgiveness.”
I sit back on the other side of the car. “We’re going to the penthouse,” I instruct the driver before pressing the button and winding up the privacy screen. As soon as the divider’s up, and it’s just Emmy and me, I breathe a sigh of relief. I don’t need to pretend with her. I don’t need to be anyone other than me.
Leaning over, I grab at my hair as my head hangs down. I breathe in and count to ten, over and over again. I’m trying everything I can to stop myself from reaching for her. She needs to make the first move. The disdain on her face when I got in the car was clear as day.
She hates me. Rightfully so, too. I’m a fucking asshole. She’s never going to be able to forgive me for what happened to her, the fact that none of that would have happened if I never chased her out of town.
“Josh?” her quiet, timid voice asks.
I look over to see her eyes red, silent tears staining her cheeks. Every time I see her cry, I feel her pain right down to my core. It shatters something in me. As broken as I am, it surprises me that there is anything left to break, but for Emily, there is always more.
I reach a hand up slowly to her face; she doesn’t flinch at my touch. It’s a small, hollow victory. “I’m sorry,” I repeat as I wipe her tears away with my thumb.
“I understand. I won’t be a problem for you anymore. Just stop the car and I’ll get out,” she whispers.
“You’re not fucking going anywhere, Emmy. You don’t understand. I refuse to lose you again. I won’t lose you again. I can’t.”
“Josh, I’m only going to bring trouble to your life. Just hearing what I did, what I’ve done, made you sick. How can you even look at me? I can’t even look at myself in the mirror without seeing it.”
“The only thing I see when I look at you, Emmy, is a fucking angel, my fucking angel. A survivor. When I look at you, I see everything that’s good in this world.” Fuck me, she thinks I was sick because of what she did. “God, Emily, I wasn’t sick because of what you did. What happened to you should never have fucking happened. It’s my fault. I should never have made you leave town. If I didn’t, then none of that would have happened. I would have been around to protect you.”
“No, it’s my fault. I left town, Josh. I made choices that led me to Trent. What he did is not on you. It’s on me. I should have been smarter, gotten out of that situation earlier.”
“This isn’t something we are going to agree on, babe. But know that from here on out, it’s me and you. Just the two of us against the world. Nothing will take you away from me, Emmy. I will fix this.”
I lean in and claim her lips with mine. Her hands reach up and pull my head in closer to her. She unclasps her seat belt and straddles me, her pussy crashing down hard on my cock. “Fuck, babe, as much as I want you, this isn’t safe. You should have a seat belt on.”
“Shut up,” Emmy growls as her hands rip at my own buckle. Okay, guess we’re doing this. Her fingers are frantic as she tries to undo my jeans. I take over for her—thinking there’d be less chance of a zipper injury if I do it myself.
As soon as my zipper is lowered, her palm wraps around my shaft, pumping up and down a few times. My hands go to her ass as she hovers above me. Moving her panties aside, I line my cock up with her entrance, her pussy sliding down on me like a goddamn glove, pulsing and clenching at my cock.
She stills as she bottoms out. Her head leans back, her mouth open and her eyes closed. I wish I had a camera to capture this look right here. This has to be one of my favourite expressions of hers. Her body shivers as she tilts her head back upright, locking those blue eyes of hers onto mine.
