Spanked by an Angel [Notorious Nephilim 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (7 page)

“Sounds like fun. Will Niko and Zach also be performing?”

“Niko will. He plays bass guitar. But Zach is strictly classical music. I’m surprised he didn’t tell you he’s also a cello player. Or did the subject not come up?”

Emmett grinned like the Cheshire cat, while Abigail’s stomach gave a lurch. She had to find Zach and apologize.

“He did tell me, but I didn’t believe him. I accused him of saying that as part of…part of the act.”

“The act?”

“Of seducing the guests.”

“Ouch. Although, it’s only fair considering how he treated you last night at dinner.”

She shook her head. “No. Don’t say that. You should have seen the look on his face. I feel terrible about what I said.”

“I’m sure he knows you didn’t mean to be cruel.”

Abigail was about to say she didn’t agree when the door opened, and the smell of pasta and garlic sent thoughts of Zach away for the moment.

“Hope you like Italian food,” said Emmett, directing her to a small wooden table in one corner.

He poured the wine while Abigail tasted the pasta.

“I’m surprised you didn’t know about the party. We have them all the time. That information should have been e-mailed to you when your reservation was confirmed.”

“It probably was, and I just didn’t read that part.” Abigail didn’t want to tell him she’d had second thoughts about coming and had nearly e-mailed back to cancel as soon as the confirmation arrived. They ate in silence for several minutes, and Abigail’s plate was nearly empty before Emmett spoke again.

“I guess I don’t have to ask if you liked it.”

“I don’t usually eat that fast, but the food here is heaven.” The fact she’d eaten only a piece of toast for breakfast contributed to her ravenous appetite.

Emmett’s grin and the sudden look in his eyes were both bittersweet and amused. “People always say that about delicious food. That it’s heaven.”

“What should they say instead?” She took a sip of wine, studying his face. He and Zach were both gorgeous men, but Emmett’s face had more of a boyish quality to it, as though he’d never quite grown up.

“Oh, I don’t know. I just find it humorous that people compare an eternal plane to a well-prepared dish, that’s all.”

“An eternal plane? You sound like a priest or something.”

Emmett placed his hand over his heart as his eyes widened in mock horror. “Abigail, bite your tongue. I assure you I’m as far from priest material as a man can possibly be.”

“Good thing, considering the looks the guests give you.” She drained her glass and watched him fill it again, the corners of his mouth twitching.

“You almost sound jealous, Abigail Emily Cosslin.”

“Not jealous. Just curious.”

“About what, exactly?”

She glanced around the room, spotted a door that said Restrooms, and rose from the chair. “Hold that thought. I’ll be right back.”

Once inside the sanctity of the ladies’ room, she took care of business, then unwrapped a toothbrush and brushed her teeth. They thought of everything here. She wouldn’t be surprised to find a bedroom tucked away somewhere in these hallways, complete with his-and-hers PJs.

When she returned, their plates had been cleared away, and Emmett reclined on a cushion with a fresh bottle of wine. His gaze held hers as she walked slowly toward him and took the glass from his hand. The wine went straight to her head. His scent combined with the musky aroma of the candles and incense until everything melted away as it had yesterday outside the dining room. The only things she saw clearly were Emmett’s eyes.

“Now tell me what it is about me that’s piqued your curiosity.” His voice was low and sexy, sending shock waves of desire straight to her soaking wet pussy.

“What you’re like in bed.” The second the words were out of her mouth, she was seized with a compulsion to clamp her hand over her mouth. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Why not? Is it a lie?”

She shook her head, unable to tear her gaze from his.

“There’s one way to find out, Abigail.”

Emmett took the glass from her hand and placed it on the floor. He inched his pillow forward until their knees touched, then cradled her face in his hands.

“I would very much like to make love to you, Abigail Emily Cosslin. Please say yes this time.”

“Yes.”

His lips moved over hers as though he were in no hurry. She moaned, opening her lips to let his tongue inside. The kiss went on forever, deepening her desire for him. Her entire body trembled, and his hands on her face burned. If he didn’t touch her body soon, she’d explode from need.

Moving her hands down his back, she fingered each rippling muscle through the fabric of his sweater, imagining him naked. Yet still he didn’t move his hands from her face. His tongue continued a slow, sweet assault inside her mouth. She’d never been kissed so perfectly and with so much passion.

She didn’t know how she ended up on her back with him on top of her, but it hardly mattered anymore. His hands finally moved from her face to her hair, caressing gently, as she wrapped her legs around his thighs and pushed against the bulge in his jeans.

When her hands found his ass, he released her mouth and planted soft kisses along her neck until she was panting. “Emmett, please.”

He didn’t say anything, or ask what she wanted as Zach had done. Abigail realized she wasn’t going to hurry him along, and that only made her want him even more. He sat back on his heels and ran his hands down her breasts, over her abdomen, and back up again several times. His gaze stayed locked on her face.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.

Before she could respond, he pulled off her sweater in one fluid motion. She’d worn a bra that hooked in front and was glad she’d done so. As he unfastened it, he grinned.

“Did you wear this for me?”

She couldn’t help but chuckle. “Sure did, Emmett.”

“I knew it.”

He tossed her bra across the room and caressed her breasts as if they were fine china and might break if he wasn’t careful. She watched his face, a mixture of awe and lust, as sweet desire rushed through her body. Her pussy was soaked, and her clit throbbed.

When he finally fastened his mouth on one nipple, she rubbed against his erection, trying to bring on her orgasm. She’d had so many last night she didn’t think it was possible to have even one today, but she was already close.

He nipped and sucked at her breasts while she rubbed, and when she came, she cried out. Before the contractions finished, Emmett slid down her jeans, taking her panties with them. He then removed her shoes and socks.

Her breath came in short gasps as he gently spread her legs apart and dipped his head between them to lick her pussy in long, slow strokes. His tongue slid over her sensitive bud, prolonging the climax and sending her into a frenzy of need.

Nonsense words mixed with her moans as he continued with the same unhurried restraint he’d shown while kissing her. She found it impossible to believe when another orgasm began to build. She tossed her head back and forth, screaming his name.

But before she came again, he sat back on his heels and took off his shirt, exposing the most muscular chest and shoulders she’d ever seen. He was like one of those Greek god statues. His chest was dusted with fine dark hair, and the tattoo of the resort’s crest decorated his left upper arm, just like Zach’s.

He stood to remove his jeans, and all she could do was watch as a thick red cock sprang forth, already slick with pre-cum. When he knelt between her legs again, she reached out and touched it, softly stroking from the tip to his balls and back again.

“That feels wonderful, Abigail.”

She wrapped both hands around him, tugging and pulling while he threw back his head and closed his eyes. The sense of power it gave her was more of an aphrodisiac than his mouth had been on her pussy. That she could give a man such pleasure brought tears to her eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he reached down to brush a tear from her cheek. “Don’t cry, Abigail,” he whispered. “You’re perfect.”

“So are you.”

“Don’t move.”

He rose again, walked over to a tall stand in another corner, and returned with condoms and a small bottle. A fresh shiver of desire shot through Abigail’s body as he knelt and rolled on a condom.

He covered her body with his and kissed her, roughly this time. She wrapped her legs around him as he slid inside. When she raised her hips, he shoved a pillow under her ass and sat back on his heels while he thrust, looking into her eyes and massaging her breasts. Abigail clung to his arms as he pumped inside her.

The orgasm that had been building before washed over her, forcing screams from her throat as the contractions filled her entire body. Emmett continued his thrusting, his hands on her breasts. As another climax began to build, he pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach, then slipped his cock inside her pussy again. Abigail ground her vulva into the cushion underneath while Emmett’s hands massaged her ass gently.

“He spanked you hard. You’re starting to bruise.”

“I’m all right.”

He chuckled low in his throat as he continued to fuck her. She heard movement then felt a warm, wet finger slide along her ass crack.

“If you don’t like this, just tell me, and I’ll stop.”

Before she could ask what he meant, Emmett circled her anus with the lubed finger. She moaned and forced her body to relax, determined to at least let him put one finger in. She’d never had anal sex and was afraid of the very idea, but she trusted him.

He took his time, inserting his finger so slowly she didn’t feel any pain, only a slight stinging sensation for a few seconds. Soon her ass was filled with the same delicious warmth as her pussy. He fucked it with one finger while thrusting inside her with his swollen shaft.

Abigail screamed as her orgasm drew close. When Emmett slipped his other hand underneath her pussy and massaged her clit, she exploded in a dizzying array of fireworks and flashing lights. Her cries of pleasure echoed around the room as the contractions filled her entire being. She heard the sound of a condom being removed, then hot cum squirted on her ass crack as he grunted and moaned behind her.

He rolled her to the side and pulled her into his arms, then stroked her hair and back while the sweat cooled on their bodies. His scent and the soothing music lulled her into a state of total relaxation.

When Emmett stood and crossed the room, she was too tired to lift her head to see where he went. He returned and pulled her into his arms again, so she offered her mouth to his, letting his soft, sweet kisses overtake her senses as they had earlier. His cock was rock hard again, and when he gently pushed her head toward it, she eagerly took it into her mouth.

“Oh, Abigail,” he gasped, “that’s incredible.”

No one had ever told Abigail she gave good blow jobs. She usually gagged and couldn’t seem to figure out what to do. Again she was seized with a sense of power and control at being able to pleasure him in such a way. She relaxed her throat to take more of him inside, sliding her tongue along his quivering shaft as she sucked hard.

He held on to the back of her head and tangled his fingers in her hair. She knew he was close to coming and braced herself for it, but he pulled out and pulled her into his arms again instead. Lifting one of her legs, he plunged his cock into her pussy.

She wrapped her leg around his waist and clung to his shoulders while he thrust inside her, impossibly fast. Each stroke massaged her clit, and she didn’t even have to try this time. The climax was blinding, overpowering, sending her into a frenzy of desire and need. She cried out his name as the waves tore through her like nothing she’d ever experienced before. When he came, she felt his orgasm with every fiber of her being. It went on forever, and he held her close, whispering her name.

* * * *

Emmett didn’t want to leave this room. He wanted to stay here with Abigail until it was time for her to go home. He was too big for most women to give him more than a cursory attempt at a blow job, but her mouth had felt like nothing he’d ever experienced.

He hadn’t wanted to stop fucking her hot, wet pussy the second time for a damn piece of latex that he didn’t even need. It was only a pretense they had to keep up for appearances. He couldn’t get her pregnant, and he couldn’t contract any social diseases. What would she say if he told her he’d never even had a common cold?

When she realized he hadn’t worn one the second time they made love, would she bring up the subject? He hoped not. He wasn’t ready to tell her what they were. That conversation usually came toward the end of the two weeks, if it came at all. Not all the women asked or even sensed that something was different about this place and the owners.

But Abigail wasn’t stupid. Emmett suspected she already had a dozen questions about him and Zach. What would happen when she found out their secret? He didn’t want to see the fear or revulsion in her eyes he was so used to.

“We’ve ruined these cushions,” she said.

“We have more.”

“Emmett, you’re an amazing lover.”

Had she said the same thing to Zach? He shook away the thought. This wasn’t the time to play jealous boyfriend. He’d deal with Zach later.

“And you, Abigail Emily, are the sweetest girl I’ve met in a long, long time.” He cradled her face and met her gaze, hoping she could hear the truth in his voice.

Her response was to smile and bury her head against his chest. She didn’t know how to take compliments. She had probably not received many from her rat bastard of an ex-husband. Emmett resolved to give her as many as possible during her two-week stay here. He’d make her believe in her own strength by the time she went back home.

She sighed against his skin, almost as if she’d heard his thoughts. “I wish we could stay in this room all day.”

“We can.”

She smiled into his face, and his heart skipped a beat. Did she have any idea how adorable she looked when she smiled?

“Won’t you be missed?”

“If they really need to find me, they will.”