Kiro's Emily (7 page)

“Everyone leaves me. I’m no good. I’m not worth it.” I
threw the bottle into the fireplace. “Because I’m fucking worthless.” I turned back to her.

Tears had filled her eyes and were now running down her face. I was making my angel cry. I destroyed things. I couldn’t let myself destroy her. She meant too much. She was special.

“I wasn’t meant for an angel. I never should have tried to get close to one. You were always too good for me. I just wanted to be near you. To see your smile. It made everything inside of me feel whole again. The nasty and tainted shit in my life was better when you were around. You have this light, Emily. It’s so fucking bright. It warms everything around you. It warmed me. I was always so empty and cold before you.”

She moved then. I thought she had heard enough and was leaving. I didn’t know if I would survive this time. Losing her was going to break me for good. Only so many times a guy could recover.

I sank to my knees and dropped my head into my hands. I had ruined it all.

“Kiro.” Emily’s voice was beside me, and her arms wrapped around me. “You aren’t worthless. You’re special, too.” Her words shattered what was left of my heart.

“Don’t say shit like that and then leave me.” My voice was raw. I had exposed everything to her. My weakness, my fears, my pain. I’d never shown anyone all of that. Ever.

“I’m not leaving you. I won’t leave you until you send me away. I don’t want to leave you. You make me happy. You make me feel things that scare me but excite me. I don’t want to go.”

The vodka was fucking with my head. “You want to leave. Go, Emily. Run from me, baby. I’m not worth shit.”

A soft sob close to my ear sent a bolt of awareness through
my body. “Look at me,” Emily begged.

I lifted my head and saw my beautiful angel on her knees, with red eyes and tears soaking her face. She was holding on to my arm tightly, as if she refused to let go.

“I’m not leaving you. Ever. The only way to get rid of me is to throw me out and swear you never want to see me again. You, Kiro Manning, are worth it. You’re worth so much.”

I opened my arms, and she let out a loud sob as she threw herself into them and clung to me. I wrapped her up tightly and buried my head in her neck and inhaled. She smelled like honey. So fucking sweet.

“I won’t ever ask you to leave. I need you,” I said against her neck.

“Good. Because I need you, too.”

I tightened my hold on her and fell back against the sofa, cradling her in my arms. She wasn’t leaving me. She wanted to stay. She wanted me. How did I manage to get an angel to stay with me? I’d done nothing right in this world. I’d fucked up more lives than I could count.

“You did the right thing today. Pushing me away,” I told her, as I ran my hands over her hair, letting the silky strands slide through my fingers. I had left her room knowing I had no right to touch her like I had. She was too good for me.

“Did I?” she replied.

“Yeah, you did. I don’t deserve you.”

She tilted her head back and stared up at me. The tears had stopped, but her face was still damp. I hated knowing she had cried for me. I never wanted her to cry. “I was afraid I’d lose you if we did anything,” she whispered.

Lose me? She thought she’d lose me? God, did she still
not get it? I was done. She was it. Even if this was all she gave me, the rest of my fucking life, I would be happy. I had her. “I would have become more insane about you than I already am, but losing me? Fuck, Emily, nothing you could do would make me not want you.”

She bit her bottom lip and frowned. I watched her think that through. When her bottom lip was finally freed from her teeth, I wanted to lick it, but I wasn’t sure I was allowed. “It would make things awkward between us. How could we be friends then?”

“By awkward, do you mean I wouldn’t be able to let you out of bed or shower by yourself?”

She chuckled and shook her head no.

“Then explain that, angel, because I’m confused as fuck.”

“I mean . . . if we slept together, then what would happen when you had other girls here . . . and I had to see it? You would feel awkward, I think, and I might not be able to handle it.”

Holy fuck.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her over me so that she was facing me. Her legs were straddling my lap, and if she sank down, my dick would be snuggled up tight against her pussy. Shoving that thought aside, I cupped her face. I needed her to understand me and fucking believe me.

“Emily, if I were to fuck you, then that would be it for me. No one else. A man can’t go to heaven with an angel and be satisfied with anything else again. I’d need your pussy and your pussy only. If you’d let me in, then yeah, it would have been awkward, because you would have become mine. Completely. That might have been awkward for you.”

Her eyes were wide as she listened to me.

I wasn’t holding back with her anymore. I was done with that shit. She needed to know it all. I had let her in, and I wasn’t keeping her out anymore. Not about anything.

“You don’t just want to sleep with me one time, then?” she asked, as her small tongue came out and wet her lips.

I rested my forehead on hers. “In this lifetime, I will never get enough of you.”

“Will you still feel that way in the morning when you’re sober?” she asked.

I smiled and pulled her back to my chest. She was right. I was drunk, but that had nothing to do with this. “Why don’t you stay right here in my arms tonight, and when we wake up in the morning, you can ask me that again,” I replied.

She glanced at the floor underneath us and then back at me. “You want to sleep on the floor?”

I lifted her and set her on the sofa behind me. “No, I want to sleep on the sofa,” I said, as I crawled up onto the soft leather and pulled her down to curl up against my side. She reached up and took the white fur blanket that was thrown over the back and covered us both with it.

“Good night, Kiro.”

“Best fucking night of my life, angel,” I assured her. Because it was.

Emily

H
e was awake. I sensed it without opening my eyes. The warm, hard body that held me tightly hadn’t run away this morning. Part of me had expected him to. All the things he had said last night were hard to accept, but I wanted to believe him.

“I’m here. Open your eyes, and stop thinking about everything.”

Kiro’s voice made me shiver. The warmth from his breath was on my neck, and all those parts of me that he seemed to awaken were very excited.

I peeked at him, and he chuckled. Then he pressed a kiss to my nose. “Fucking adorable,” he whispered.

I wasn’t sure I liked being adorable. That didn’t sound like someone who could keep Kiro Manning’s interest. He liked sexy. I had seen him in action, and I knew what he was attracted to. I was not it.

“No frowning. Stop thinking. Talk to me,” Kiro said, his voice now concerned.

He wanted us to talk and be open with each other. “Ador
able isn’t your type,” I informed him.

The corner of his mouth tilted up as he smirked. “Oh, really? What is my type, exactly?”

I didn’t want to say this out loud. Closing my eyes, I forced the word out. “Sexy.”

“You’re right. I like sexy. I like sexy a fucking lot,” he agreed. Then his hand slipped under my shirt, and I held my breath as he moved it slowly up until it covered one of my breasts. “And this body is so damn sexy it hurts to look at you.”

Oh. OK. Wow.

“Standing in your room in nothing but those little panties and that bra had me so damn needy I couldn’t think straight. I wanted to be buried up inside you. I wanted you naked and crying out in pleasure underneath me. Fucking sexy as hell,” he murmured, as he licked my neck then began tugging my bra down so that I spilled out of the lace cups.

“I love these tits. Best fucking tits in the world,” he growled, and he began to lick my collarbone. I had never been licked before, and I wasn’t sure that was something I ever wanted, but having Kiro’s tongue on me was proving that I did want it. Very much.

He moved my shirt up until my breasts were bared to him. His eyes lit up, and goose bumps covered my arms as he lowered his head to take one of my nipples into his mouth. When he pulled on it with his teeth, I cried out and grabbed his head to hold him there. That was good, and I wanted more of it.

Kiro reached down and shoved my legs open before moving to rest between them as he continued to lick and tease my hard peaks. Just when I thought my body couldn’t feel any better, he pressed his hardness against the ache between my legs.

Throwing back my head, I cried out his name. I wanted more of that, too.

“That’s it, angel. Feel good, baby. Let me take care of this hot body. It’s all I ever want to fucking do. Hear those cries of pleasure.” His words made me feel frantic. I wasn’t naive. I knew what this led to, and I knew that sex was going to hurt me the first time. But right now, I didn’t care.

“Goddammit, can y’all use a motherfucking room while Rush is here?” Dean’s voice was like a cold bucket of water. One I apparently needed, because I was ready to strip naked right here and let Kiro have me.

Kiro swore and covered me with his body as he pulled my bra back up and tugged my shirt down to cover me. “You could fucking knock,” he said angrily.

“In my own damn house? I can walk into the fucking game room with my son if I want to. There are bedrooms for this shit.”

Kiro started to say something else, and I grabbed his arm and squeezed. He turned to look at me, and I shook my head no. Dean was right. We shouldn’t have been doing this.

Kiro bent his head and covered my mouth with his. I forgot a moment about Dean and Rush while he kissed me. It was like he was tasting something special. Something he cherished. I melted into him.

“Fuck, man. Take her upstairs,” Dean complained.

Kiro broke the kiss, and his breathing was hard. “I hate you,” he said, turning to Dean.

Dean just laughed. “I bet you do.”

Kiro stood up, took both my hands, and pulled me with him. I saw Rush latched onto his dad’s leg as he stared at us. I
instantly felt guilty. I was no better than his mother and Kiro yesterday. He was seeing something he shouldn’t, and this time, it was my fault.

“Stop looking like you ran over a puppy. He’s seen worse than that. It’s OK that you two were sleeping on the sofa together. He’s two. He has no clue what was really happening,” Dean said with an amused smirk.

I walked over and bent down to Rush’s level. Today he looked happy. He wasn’t scared, and he seemed to be taking in everything around him. “Did you have a good night?” I asked him.

He nodded. “Saw tuhtules,” he replied.

I glanced up at Dean, who looked pleased that Rush was talking to me. “We had a movie night in my room. Popcorn, brownies, and
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II
,” he explained.

I looked back at Rush. “Raph is my favorite. Which one is yours?” I asked him.

He glanced up at his dad and grinned.

Dean chuckled and ruffled his hair. “He likes Raph, too. I think you just made a new best friend.”

“You’re stealing my woman, little man. Don’t think I don’t see what you’re doing,” Kiro said in a teasing tone as he came up behind me.

I stood up, and his arms circled my waist and pulled me back against his chest.

Dean looked down at Kiro’s arms then back up at me. “So she’s your woman now?”

Kiro bent his head and kissed my temple. “Yeah.”

Dean let out a sigh, then shook his head. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

Kiro’s arms tightened around me. “I do.”

Dean glanced from Kiro to me. “I was talking to her.” Then he reached down and picked up Rush.

We stood there as they walked away. Kiro hadn’t released his hold on me, but he had gone very still. Dean’s words had bothered him. I could tell that much. I wanted to like Dean, I really did, but if he was going to keep upsetting Kiro, I wasn’t going to be able to.

“I know what I’m doing. I want this,” I said firmly. I wanted him to believe me.

He dropped his head to the curve of my neck and inhaled. “God, I hope so,” he replied.

Kiro

F
ear. It was that simple. I was fucking eaten up with fear. I couldn’t even take her to her room. I was afraid she’d wise up and leave me. Instead, I took her hand and led her to my bedroom. Then I locked the fucking door behind us. I wanted to keep her here. Forever. Locked away with me. So no one could say anything to change her mind or even look at her. She was all mine.

Just mine. For the first time in my life, I wanted something to be mine. More than I wanted my next breath.

“Kiro.” Her voice was gentle. It was like she knew the battle going on in my head.

“Yeah¸” I replied, as I moved her back toward my bed. I wanted her in my bed.

“Something’s wrong. Talk to me.”

I didn’t want to talk to her. I wanted to eat her. I wanted to taste every part of her body. Then I wanted to fuck her until neither of us could walk.

I reached for her shirt and lifted it up and over her head. I began to unbutton her shorts. I wanted them off. I wanted
her naked. My angel naked in my bed. Under my body. Fuck. I was going to lose it.

“Kiro, wait, something is bothering you. What is it?” she asked, as I shoved her shorts down. She stepped out of them obediently.

So perfect. So fucking beautiful. Her skin was flawless and felt like satin. I ran a finger over her shoulders and down to her bra.

“What Dean said, did that upset you? He’s wrong. I want to be here. I’m doing what I want. You’re what I want.”

She was worrying about me. No one ever worried about me. But she was. When I would call her on tour, she always listened. She would be concerned when I hadn’t slept enough and ask me if I was eating properly. She cared. When things were shit, I would call her, and she would be there to remind me someone thought I was worth caring about.

“Emily,” I said, as I reached to unhook her bra. “I don’t give a fuck what Dean says. He doesn’t understand. You’re different for me. He’ll see that soon enough. Stop worrying about me, angel.”