Revelation: A Contemporary Erotic Romance (Iris Series) (27 page)

Scott cringed in pain, Emily said, “Don’t touch me,” and Mike returned with their drinks all at the same time.  Emily looked up at Mike as he approached.

He looked like he was ready to kill.

“Hey, buddy,” he said in a soft voice.  “If you don’t want your hand broken, I think maybe you need to back off.  Now,” Mike said with a tight smile.  “And I won’t be the first to break it, by the way,” he noted while looking down at her hand bending Scott’s fingers back.  “Em, don’t hurt him too much, okay?” he said as he kissed her temple while standing behind her.  “I’m off duty tonight and I don’t wanna have to fill out any paperwork.”

Scott glared at him then sneered at Emily as she let go of his fingers.  He shook them out then mumbled sarcastically to her, “Well, I can see you haven’t changed after all.  Who the fuck is this?”  He nodded toward Mike.

Mike answered for her.  “‘This’ is her boyfriend.  Please don’t tell me that you usually come up to women and just start pawing them.”

Emily was still registering the ‘boyfriend’ label in her slightly inebriated state when Scott spoke.

“Relax,” he said smoothly, putting up his hands.  “Emily and I go way back.  Don’t we, Em?”

Mike didn’t move.  He just kept smiling that tight smile.  “It doesn’t look like she wants a reunion.”

Emily finally put her hand on Mike’s arm to calm him then turned to Scott, but her words were for Mike.  “Unfortuna
tely, Scott and I dated while we were in law school.  Unbeknownst to me, he was apparently dating a whole lot of other women as well, so thankfully it gave me the golden opportunity to embrace single life again.”  She took her new drink from Mike’s hand and practically downed it, almost emptying the glass.  It had been her fourth of the night and she was feeling it. 

Mike laughed and wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her back into him.  “Well, in that case, here’s to Scott,” he said raising his glass.  “Thanks for being the biggest fuckin’ idiot in the world.  Your loss is my gain.”  He clinked his glass to Emily’s and drank.  “And it looks like things haven’t changed with you either,” he said, throwing Scott’s earlier words back at him, implying he was still a fucking idiot.

She couldn’t help herself and let out a giggle.  He really was wonderful.  She leaned back into him feeling his hardness against her ass and finished off the rest of her drink, letting the buzz hit her.

“You’re welcome to her.”  Scott just couldn’t shut up.  He’d never known when to let it be.  “I hope for your sake her fucking has improved.”

Mike moved quickly and quietly and wrapped his fingers around Scott’s nuts.  Pushing him against the bar, Mike said something to him that Emily couldn’t hear, but she walked around Mike to stop him from making a scene.  Before she could speak, she heard the tail end of Mike’s comment, “…time for you to leave.”

Scott sputtered while Mike reached back into his pocket and pulled out his badge then pressed it into Scott’s forehead.  People who were crushed around the bar took a step back but watched the drama unfold.  Mike towered over Scott by several inches.

“You can make your apology to the lady first then be on your way.”  Scott didn’t speak, his jaw clenched, so Mike tightened his grip on his balls, twisting his wrist and applying more pressure.  “We’ll wait.”

“Sorry,” he squeaked out, looking at Mike.

“Not to me, dickless wonder.  To her.”

“I’m gonna fuckin’ sue your ass,” he growled in pain.

Mike smiled and removed the badge from his forehead, flipping open the wallet then while holding one end of it with his teeth, he pulled out his NYPD business card that had his name and ID number on it and shoved it in Scott’s front pocket. 

Once his wallet was flipped shut and
put away, Mike continued, “Have at it, asswipe.  My name and number are on the card.  Any time you wanna call, I would love to pick up our conversation.  Emily is still waiting for an apology.”

Mike stood there unmoving.

“Mike, it’s fine –” Emily said, feeling embarrassed.

“No, it most certainly is not fine.  He’ll apologize then he can leave.”

“I’m
sorry
. Now fuckin’ call him off already, Em.”

“Mike.”

Mike finally let go then whispered something in Scott’s ear.  Scott turned to look at Emily then walked around them and left the club.

Mike cracked his neck and turned his eyes on Emily.  “Let’s have another drink, baby.”  He ordered two more, handed one to her then pulled her across the crowded floor to the lounge area where there was a quiet uninhabited corner.

He had that look about him.  The stubborn look that said he was going to ask some questions and he expected some answers.  And after watching him be all protective and possessive, she might just answer them.

She was falling fast for Detective Michael Callahan.

He sat first then pulled her onto his lap.  He gave her a look that said not to argue with the placement of their bodies then he took a swig of his drink.  She could feel her hands shaking slightly and she took her own sip, which turned quickly into finishing the potent alcohol in three huge swallows.  She was feeling tipsy if not a little drunk.  It was the only way she would make it through this conversation.

Mike gently took the empty glass from her hand and leaned forward to put it, along with his own, on the table in front of them, then settled back into the sofa wrapping his arms around her.  His hand made lazy strokes up and down her back, playing with her hair.  They were both silent for a couple of minutes just holding each other, the bass of the music shaking the room.  Mike finally spoke.

“I want you to tell me what he did to you.”

She sighed and murmured, all of the sudden sleepy.  “There’s not much to tell.  We dated for about a year and a half.  I was the idiot for staying with him that long.  When he ended it, he admitted he had been sleeping around.  Threw it in my face.” 

She leaned farther into him and yawned, resting the side of her face on his shoulder.

“There’s more,” he said.

She was feeling the buzz and couldn’t tell if she was just thinking thoughts or if she was saying them out loud.

“He said that fucking me was like sticking his dick into a glass of cold water,” she whispered.  By this time her eyes were closed and she was snuggling close to him.  He smelled so good and he was so warm.  She nuzzled her nose into his neck and inhaled.  “I knew he was a jerk.  I should’ve ended it with him,” she said again.

His hands stilled on her back for a moment.

Don’t stop touching me.  I love it when you touch me.

He went back to rubbing her back.  “I’ll never stop touching you, Em.  Why did you stay with him for so long?”

I just didn’t want to die a virgin.
  She yawned and felt him sigh beneath her.

“What’s his name?”

Who?
She felt like she was falling asleep.

“The ex-boyfriend.”

Scott Matthews.
  She stretched sleepily into his touch. 
I wish you weren’t so nice.
 

“Why’s that?”

She wrapped her arms around his waist under his blazer. 
Because it’s gonna be so hard when I have to end it.

He was holding her close, stroking her hair.  “Why would you go and do that?”

She could nap right here in his lap.  Even with the loud music.  It was lulling her to sleep. 
’Cause I’m falling for you.  Pay attention, Detective.
  She was overcome with a fit of giggles then the scene went black.

……

She had no idea how they made it back to her apartment, but she had images of Mike helping her into a cab and then sleeping on his lap.  She vaguely remembered being walked into the elevator, then into her bedroom.  That’s when she woke enough to wonder what was happening.

“How’d we get here?” she asked in a daze.  She was seated on her bed and Mike was taking
off her shoes.

“A cab.  Do you remember anything?”

“I remember…did Scott?  Was Scott at the club?”  She was so confused then clarity hit her and she gasped.  “Did you grab his balls?”  Without waiting for a response, she barked out a laugh.  “You grabbed his balls!”  She fell back onto the bed in a fit of giggles, still drunk from the amount of alcohol she’d consumed. 

“Trust me, I would’ve done a lot more than that had we not been in public,” he muttered.

She smiled then sighed.  “He’s not worth it.”  She reached out and pulled him down onto her body.  “Let’s have sex.”

He smiled back.  “You’re drunk, Emily.”

“Nah.  I slept most of it off.  Come on,” she slurred out in a whisper then began kissing him.  “I need you inside me.”

He looked down at her, his eyes glittering.  “Let’s get you ready for bed, you adorable thing.”

“Okay,” she yawned.  “Then let’s have sex.  I really
really
like having sex with you.  Having sex with you is really nice.”

He chuckled and she thought she heard him say, “Remind me to get you drunk more often.  It’s the only way I get an honest answer out of you.”

“I’m always honest,” she pouted.  He wrangled her dress up and pulled it off over her head.

“Sweet Mary,” he said looking down at her chest.

“Will you suck on my nipples?  I like it when you suck on my nipples.”  She pushed her breasts together still encased in her lacy black bra and offered them to him.  “Please?” she murmured.  She was so horny.  She needed him.

“God, Em.  Shh, just stop talking, okay?” He gently covered her mouth with his hand but she took two of his fingers and sucked them into the warm wetness behind her lips.

“Mmm, come on, Mike.  Fuck me,” she begged around his fingers.

Mike groaned on a laugh, “Em.  Stop.  You’ve had too much to drink.”

“So what?”  She tore off her bra and started rolling her nipples between her fingers.  “Mm.  Please, Mike.  I need you to
suck
them.”

“Shit, Em,” he breathed out.  “Okay, okay.  Just hold on a minute.” 

Her eyes were closed but she could hear him undressing.  She kicked off her matching black lace thong and spread her legs for him.  She heard him choke but he got onto the bed with her and lay down next to her.

She reached out and felt his naked chest, rubbing her hand over his nipples.

“You’re so warm,” she murmured.

He leaned down and put her nipple in his mouth.

“Mike,” she gasped.  “Don’t stop doing that.  Don’t stop doing that.”

She burrowed her hands into his hair holding him to her.  His hand found her weeping core and he inserted two fingers inside, stroking her.

“Yes. More,” she begged.  “Don’t stop.  I love how you touch me.”

He moved his mouth to her other nipple and pulled it between his teeth then sucked.  She arched up off the bed and moaned loudly.  She could hear the smile in his voice when he left her breast for a moment and kissed her mouth. 

“Shh, baby.”  He put his finger in her mouth again and she sucked on it.  “That’s it.”  He returned to her nipples and she began biting down on the finger in her mouth just as he picked up speed with his other hand and pressed small wet circles into her clit.

“Make me come, Mike,” she gasped.  “Make me come.  You’re the only one who can.  I need it,” she moaned.  She had no idea what she was saying.  All she knew was that she needed him and the feelings he gave her.  She needed it all as she pushed over and over into his hand.  She couldn’t wait to feel that explosion, that fantastic burst of tingles that went through her body at record speed and made her want to scream and claw at something.

He shifted his body and brought his face to hers, kissing her jaw. 

“Open your eyes, baby.”

She couldn’t.  All she knew was that she felt so good and she didn’t want it to stop.  She wanted this forever.

“Open your eyes.  Look at me.”

She pried them open and tried to focus on his beautiful face, his perfect brown eyes, his full dark hair that fell in short waves over his forehead as he looked down at her.

“Mike,” she whispered and took his face in her hands. 

“Give it to me, Em.  Let it take you, all of you, then give it to me.” He was kissing her face and one of his hands was touching her nipple and she was racing to the finish, sobbing out his name until she came loudly.

He covered her mouth with his and swallowed her shouts.

She felt the wetness on her cheeks as the tears of intensity washed over her and down her face.  There was nothing better in this world than having his hands on her.  Nothing.

And with that thought, she fell asleep. 

……

She had weird dreams, all choppy and surreal.  She’d dreamt that Mike told her there would never be another woman for him more perfect than her. 

Then she’d dreamt that she’d told him she needed pajamas because she would get cold, but he told her she would never need to wear her pjs again because he would always keep her warm.

Her final dream before she woke was him talking quietly on the phone then kissing her on the forehead goodbye.