Kiro's Emily (3 page)

Dean’s eyebrows rose, and he chuckled. “Well, fuck,” he muttered this time. “Darling, if you don’t come in here, I’m afraid we’ll have a problem on our hands. And I ain’t in the mood for that kind of shit today.”

What did he mean? Was Sonya causing problems? I hoped they didn’t think I could handle her. I had no control over her. This right here was proof of that.

“Come on in and save me the hassle,” he said, motioning for me to go inside.

I wasn’t afraid of Dean. He didn’t make me nervous, although his eyes had given me a once-over that made me feel a little exposed. I moved toward him and hoped this wasn’t going to be a problem.

Dean leaned in and inhaled as I walked by him. I didn’t look at him. I just kept walking through the foyer. The bellhop’s eyes were on me. He seemed concerned, like he wasn’t sure he should leave me here. I didn’t want him to. I would much prefer that he wait.

“That will be all,” Dean said, with his hand still on the door. He wanted the bellhop to leave. “She’s fine. But if you don’t leave, you may not be.”

The bellhop tensed, and he gave me a nod before taking
the cart and leaving.

Once he had closed the door, Dean turned to me. “Did you fuck Kiro last night?”

I hadn’t been expecting that question. I just stood there, staring at him. Why would he ask me that?

“Fuck. You didn’t.” He shook his head. “Damn, darling, this shit cannot end well.”

“Huh?” I finally asked, trying to figure out what he was talking about.

“What if I told you that I’d like to take off those jeans you’re wearing and spread your legs open and lick that pussy?”

Ohmygod. He did not just say that! I had to get out of here. I needed my bellhop back. This was not good. They thought I was here to do what Sonya did. I shook my head and mentally tried to pull together an escape plan.

“It’s not a fucking act.” Dean hissed as if he was pissed. “Dammit, sweetheart! What were you doing anywhere near that party last night? You look ready to pass the fuck out because I talked about eating your pussy. Girl like you don’t belong around this world.”

Dean was confusing me. I found my voice. “I just need some money from my cousin. If you could get her, I’ll leave. I can’t get back to the hotel without a cab. It’s a thirty-minute drive, and I don’t think I can walk that far. If she’s, uh . . . busy . . . I just need a second of her time. That’s all.”

Dean stared at me as I spoke, then rubbed his temples before letting out a sigh. “You don’t get it,” he finally said.

“Don’t get what?” I asked.

“How old are you?” he asked, studying my face closely.

“Twenty,” I told him, not sure why that had anything to do
with this.

He started to say something else but then closed his mouth. I watched him walk toward the large, arched opening to the left. “Follow me.”

I didn’t want to take another step into this place, but if he was leading me to Sonya, I would go. I needed money to leave. I was stuck without it.

We walked into a living area with two large butter-colored leather sofas and a massive marble fireplace. The fire was lit, and warmth filled the room.

“Hello, Emily,” a deep, warm voice said, causing me to pause. He knew my name. Sitting in the far corner of the room in a large chair, with his feet propped up on the table in front of him, was a shirtless Kiro Manning. His hair was damp and curling around his neck. I didn’t let myself look at his chest. His piercing blue eyes felt as if they were burning me alive.

“Hello,” I replied, but my voice came out in a whisper.

The corners of his lips tugged up. Did he think I had come here for him? “Come sit with me,” he said as he took in the rest of me. He did think I was here for him.

“I, uh, my cousin is here. I thought she was . . . with you. Or you asked her to stay. I brought her luggage. I need to get money from her so I can get back to my hotel.”

Kiro rubbed his stubbled chin with his finger and thumb before pressing his thumb to his bottom lip. That was sexy. I was so going to remember that look tonight in bed.

“Didn’t invite your cousin to stay because I wanted her,” he said, dropping his legs to the ground and standing up. “Didn’t bring her back here last night because I wanted her.” He walked around the table and headed my way.

“She ain’t acting, man. She blushed and stammered and went into a panic when I told her I wanted to eat her pussy. This innocent shit is fucking real,” Dean growled at Kiro.

Kiro’s gaze swung to Dean’s, and he looked angry. No, he looked furious. “You told her what?”

“She wasn’t what I expected. She looks like fucking Snow White. I was testing her, and she passed. She
is
motherfucking Snow White. Get that through that lust haze you got going on. Not your type, Kiro,” Dean had taken a step toward him so that they were now in each other’s face, looking like they wanted to rip each other’s head off.

“Back off this. Now.” Kiro’s voice was getting louder.

Dean looked at me then back at Kiro. They continued to glare at each other, and then Dean muttered a curse and stalked out of the room. Leaving us alone.

Dean didn’t make me nervous. I wanted him to come back.

Kiro’s nostrils flared, then he visibly relaxed before turning back to me. We stood there in silence, staring at each other. I didn’t know what he was doing or thinking. I just knew that Kiro Manning scared me and excited me all at the same time. I didn’t know what to do with this or how to handle him.

“Your cousin is here because last night, when you walked out that door, I cornered Trac. I wanted your name. And he didn’t know it, either, but he knew your cousin.”

They had brought Sonya here to get to me? For Kiro? Oh, God. That’s what Dean was trying to tell him.

I wasn’t going to sleep with him. I wasn’t one of his groupies. I wasn’t like Sonya. But he wasn’t listening.

“I’m not like her,” I blurted out.

An amused grin touched Kiro’s lips. He had really good
lips. Better than good lips. “No, you’re not,” he replied.

He didn’t get it. I tried again. “I’m not a groupie. I’m a fan. I like your music. Y’all are very talented. But just because I like your songs doesn’t mean I’ll sleep with you.”

Kiro stepped closer to me and backed me up until I hit a wall. His eyes were locked on my lips. “You’re a fan, huh?” he said in a low, deep rumble.

Kiro

S
wear to God, if she bit that bottom lip, I was taking that mouth. Too fucking sweet.

She held her breath.

“You gotta breathe, angel,” I told her, lowering my head so I could smell her skin again. Such fucking sweet skin.

“I just need . . . I came to bring my cousin’s, uh . . . I brought her . . . luggage,” she stammered. I was making her nervous.

“You didn’t bring your luggage?” I asked, leaning back so I could look at her. I had told her cousin I wanted Emily here. If Emily came, then she could stay.

She shook her head. “No. I, uh . . . I’ll just stay at the hotel I’m at. I don’t do . . . the stuff Sonya does.”

But she fucking thought about it. At least, with me. She was fighting it, but it was in her eyes. Right there in that wide-eyed, innocent look, I saw her attraction to me. Trac had said she shot him down. I could teach her how to relax. With her thighs open and my head between her legs, she’d lose that shyness real fast.

My cock thickened in my jeans. The idea of her telling me to lick her as she held my hair in her fists, keeping my tongue on her cunt, was fucking hot. I had never had an angel, and fuck, I wanted one. This one. I wanted to fuck some angel pussy.

I reached up and cupped her face. “Fucking gorgeous,” I said, mostly to myself. Because she was. Like them damn dolls. Fuck me, I was gonna get hard every time I saw one of those dolls from now on.

The tip of her pink tongue darted out to wet her lips, and I gave up trying to ease her into this. I wanted that mouth. So I took it.

I licked the seam of her closed mouth until she barely opened, giving me just enough access to plunder my way inside, taking and tasting every honey-sweet bit of her mouth. Her body leaned toward me as her hands grabbed my shoulders. But nothing was as good as the moment her tongue flicked over mine. Groaning at her gentle, shy touch, I reached down and grabbed her waist and hauled her up against me. Hot little body, all fucking curvy as hell. That ass naked, and those tits. God, let those tits be real.

“What the hell?” a female voice shrieked, and although I could ignore it, Emily couldn’t. Her body stiffened, and she jerked her hands from my hair, where they had managed to slip into. She tore her mouth from mine and stared up at me as if she’d just committed a crime.

“Emily, what are you doing?” the other girl demanded again. I didn’t like the way she was talking to Emily. I didn’t fucking like it at all. I also didn’t like that I had Emily all sweet and soft in my hands and this other girl had fucked it up.

“I was . . . I came, and you weren’t . . .” Emily was nervous. Fuck that shit. Bitch wasn’t going to make her nervous.

“You want to stay here, bitch, then you’ll back your nosy ass out of this and leave Emily the hell alone,” I warned, glaring back at her over my shoulder while I kept Emily’s body against the wall and in my hands.

The girl’s eyes flared, and I could see this wasn’t going to be that easy. Fuck that. She was leaving.

“Get out of here,” I barked, then turned back to look down at Emily. Her eyes were staring up at me. She wasn’t saying anything, but every damn emotion she felt was right there, playing across her beautiful face.

“I have to go with her,” Emily finally said, her voice a whisper again.

“No,” I told her, sliding a hand behind her back and pulling her against me. “You have to stay with me.”

“Really?” the cousin said. “You went after Trac last night, Emily, but
I
was still the one who fucked him. And now you’re going after Kiro this morning. I’ll be the one to fuck him, too. You haven’t got a clue how to make a man happy.” She turned toward me. “Trust me, you’re wasting your time on her. She’s clueless. She can’t make you come, but I can.” She walked behind me and slid her hands over my ass, then grabbed my hard cock.

Emily’s eyes looked like she had been physically slapped. She closed them tightly, as if that would make everything go away. Having Emily in my arms and her soft body against mine as my cock was stroked felt good, but not good enough to put up with the bitch doing it.

Dean stepped into the room, taking in the scene with a dis
approving look on his face. He was worried about Emily. Like I was going to fucking hurt her. I was going to be gentle. Love her until she came on my face, my tongue, and many times on my dick before this day was done.

The girl behind me was rubbing her tits against me as she began kissing my neck. “Get her off me before I lose my shit!” I yelled.

Dean moved fast, pulling the girl off me. I scooped Emily up in my arms and headed for the bedroom I’d slept in last night. It was the only bed her skanky-ass cousin hadn’t fucked in. I wasn’t putting this angel on dirty sheets.

“What are you doing?” Emily asked.

“Getting the hell away from your crazy cousin. I want you alone.”

Emily didn’t respond right away. I shoved open my bedroom door and kicked it shut behind me, then stalked toward the bed to lay her down. She scrambled to sit up and scoot away from me.

“She was right. I don’t know how to do this. I don’t do it. I told you I wasn’t like her.” The panic in her voice made me feel guilty but equally pissed me off. I’d had her going soft and sweet in my arms until the damn cousin had come in here bitching.

“I’m not asking you to do anything you don’t want to, angel. I just want to take that mouth again.” I leaned down over her and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. “You liked that, didn’t you? Let me have that mouth.” I kept my demand soft. And just like fucking butter, Emily melted into me.

When her mouth opened under mine, I took it. Laying her back, I positioned myself between her legs. Her hands were
back in my hair, and I loved that. Sweet Emily was holding on as I claimed that mouth.

I pulled one of her legs up my hip. Never in my life had I hated jeans more than I did right now. Women did not come to me in damn jeans. They wore shit that was easy access. I wasn’t used to jeans.

“Angel, I want you naked. You gonna let me have that?” I asked, as I kissed her ear and ran my nose along her neck.

She froze under me, and then she trembled. I loved trembling. That was a good sign.

“No.” That was not a word I liked. I was starting to fucking hate it.

I jerked Emily’s leg back up my hip and pressed my erection against her warm cunt. Fuck, I wanted in there. “I’ll make it good, angel. So fucking good. I swear. Best you’ve ever had. Let me have that cunt.” I was begging for pussy. I had never begged for pussy.

I rubbed her harder, and a soft moan escaped her. She was warming up to me. I’d get some sweetness real soon. Just had to work it a little more and get this angel horny for it. I liked having to work for it. I never had to work for pussy. This gave me a fucking thrill.

“I’m a virgin,” she whispered, her eyes closed tightly and her breathing erratic.

This time, I froze. Looking down at the beauty underneath me, I saw her cheeks were flushed and her mouth slightly open. She was fucking turned on, and the picture of a turned-on angel was almost too much.

Damn it all to motherfucking hell! I wasn’t going to be able to do this. Not to a virgin. Sweet angels didn’t give their virgin
ity to guys who just wanted to fuck them before they hit the road the next day.

“Fuuuuuuck!” I growled, jumping back off her and stalking across the room. I had to get some distance. Because right now, that pussy I knew would be sweet and tight just became the tightest and sweetest pussy I’d ever been that close to.

I ran my hands through my hair and jerked at the end, wanting to yell and throw a bunch of shit. How was she a virgin? She had a body that screamed “Fuck me!” and a smile that made cocks hard everywhere. Damn face of hers could make a man do stupid shit. Seriously stupid shit.