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I finally turn my face toward the sun, watching as it dips below the horizon. Beyond the treetops, the light fans over the water, reflecting the dusky sunset sky's blood red, tangerine orange, and misty purple hues.
"I like you, Blake." Ember shatters the serenity that had encapsulated us.
I down the last of my beer before confirming what she has known for a while. "I like you too," I admit, though my feelings run deeper.
"Then what are we doing?" She keeps gazing at the now-deepening blue and charcoal horizon, watching dusk fade into twilight. "Why are you so hesitant to make a move or tell me how you feel?"
I swallow the proverbial lump of emotion stuck in my throat.
Ember shifts her body and faces me. "Is it because I'm a club girl?" There's a hint of insecurity in her voice I've never heard before.
"No." I squash whatever doubts she has about her role in the club. "Don't you ever think you aren't good enough for me or anyone else because you are part of the Kings family. You are more than worthy of any man you want."
"But I want you." Ember's confession races past her lips, and her mouth gapes open. She looks shocked at her words.
I stand abruptly and throw my empty bottle into the darkness outside the loft door. I reach my hands above my head and grip the wood frame of the opening. Hanging my head, I breathe in deeply. "I'm damaged goods, babe. I don't deserve you."
Ember is soon standing beside me, leaning against the door frame. "Is that what you think? That you aren't good enough for me?"
"I'm not worth loving, Ember." I say the words with a belief I've held onto for a long time.
Ember reaches out, her palm touching my cheek. "Says who?" she asks, and I can't answer. "Look at me, Blake."
I turn my body to face her and take one step closer.
"Was it your father? Did he tell you that?"
I can't do anything but stare into her eyes, but it's all she needs to know the answers to her questions.
"I don't know much, other than your father was not a good man, Blake. But I know enough about you to confidently say you are not your father, and you deserve love. You deserve to be happy. The biggestfuck youyou can give him is by letting go of the control he still has over you."
I close my eyes while a battle ensues between my head and my heart. My heart thunders against my ribcage, my lungs tighten, and I feel like I'm fighting to breathe.
Ember's palm slides from my face, only to fist my cut in her hand. I soon sense her lips a breath from mine. "Let me love you, Blake."
Her words are my undoing. I crash my mouth down on hers. Her mouth just as hungry as mine, Ember moans. There's nothing sweet about our first kiss. It's an inferno spreading like wildfire. I slip my hand into her hair, gripping her neck as I draw her in more, bringing her body flush against mine. I slide my free hand down the curve of her waist and over the flare of her hip before palming her ass and lifting her off the ground. She squeezes her thighs against my hip, and her arms drape over my shoulders around my neck as I shift us away from the open loft door. When I push her back against the wall, she rolls her hips, rubbing against my cock, which is already pressed painfully against my jeans. I growl into her mouth and grind against her.
"Blake," Ember breathes.
My mouth leaves hers, trailing down the soft slope of her neck and her racing heart beating against my lips. I coax her feet to the floor, press my thigh between her legs, and widen her stance. I slide the thin strap of her shirt over her shoulder, exposing her breast. My mouth presses against hers once more as I roll her taut nipple between my fingers. "Please," Ember begs.
"You need more, baby?" I breathe.
"Yes," she says with a soft moan, and who am I to say no?
I unbutton her shorts, slowly drag down the zipper, and then slip my hand beneath the waistband of her cut-off jeans. "Fuck," I hiss, finding her pussy soaked and her clit swollen. I rub circles against her bundle of nerves, causing Ember to buck her hips. I drag my fingertips through her slick slit, then dip them inside her tight heat. She rocks her hips as I press the heel of my palm against her clit. "You're mine, Ember." I match her thrusting rhythm. Her legs start quivering, and her breathing quickens as she gets off. "That's it, baby. Give it to me." In seconds, her pussy tightens around my fingers as her orgasm shreds through her body.
Ember holds onto me as she recovers. I slip my hand out from her shorts and fasten them up, then I rest my forehead against hers as her breathing levels out. Her arms drop from around my neck, her hands falling between us, her fingertips fumbling to undo the button on my jeans.
I reach down, covering her hands with mine. "Stop."
"Blake, let me…" Her head lifts, and her eyes connect with mine.
"I want you, baby. More than anything I have ever wanted in my fuckin' life. But I want to take my time. I need you in my bed to map out every inch of your body before I fuck you."
Ember traces my bottom lip with hers, her breath mingling with mine. "Then what are you waiting for? Take me home."
After what felt like the longest, most sexually charged ride of my life, Ember and I arrive at the clubhouse. Everyone who was here earlier is now gone except for Raine and Grey, who are the only ones sitting at the bar. "Hey guys." Raine smiles, and Ember gives her a slight wave. On a mission, I don't speak but hold tight to Ember's hand, blowing past their burning stares as we make our way to the stairs. "Goodnight," Raine sing-songs.
