Dirty Deeds by Stella Rhys

21

ALY

By the timeI got home that evening, I was slightly less rattled and on edge as I’d been all morning. The lunch rush helped. Joking around with Evie helped, and so did the fact that we each had a glass of wine toward the end of the shift.

Maybe that was what had me moving so slowly as I tried to find the right key to the door. It felt like awhile since I’d done it, and I kept putting in the wrong one. But thankfully, after ten seconds of struggling, Emmett opened it from inside for me.

“Hey. Right on time.”

“Actually, I’m super late – there was some receipt drama at closing.”

Emmett blinked over at the clock, making a face that said oh damn when he realized I was in fact home much later than promised. But with that easy shrug of his, he simply nodded out the door.

“All good. We’ll just leave now to make up for it.”

I blinked. “Wait – leave now? I thought we were doing delivery and the game.”

“Did I say delivery?” Emmett asked, smirking in a way that made me suddenly frown and play back our conversation from the morning.

“I… think, yes? I mean you said sushi...”

“Right. And I already ordered some from my favorite spot in the city. It’ll be waiting for us at my suite,” he said, watching me very slowly cock my head in confusion. “At the stadium,” Emmett clarified, laughing at the way I blinked twice before reacting with a stunned look on my face.

“Wait. We’re… going to the city?” I froze. “To watch the game at Empire Stadium?”

Emmett hit me with that sexy grin and said, “Yeah,” while casually strolling out the door I was still standing in. Flabbergasted, my hand still gripping the doorknob, I turned and watched his gorgeously muscled backside amble down the steps. When I didn’t follow, he peered over his shoulder and confused as I was, I couldn’t help noting how handsome he was. He looked fucking irresistible turned fully around, hands in his pockets as he chuckled and asked, “What?”

“I – I don’t know.” I really didn’t. “It’s just… the city’s more than two hours away. Isn’t it? The game will be over by the time we get there.”

“It would be if we were taking a car, wouldn’t it?” Emmett asked as he nodded toward his truck with amusement. “Now come on. I gotta get us to our ride.”

* * *

A helicopter.

Our ride to the city was a fucking helicopter.

I didn’t even try to act remotely calm or composed as I skipped across the helipad toward our extremely loud but incredibly shiny, all-black ride.

Holy fuck, holy fuck.

Is this really happening?

I had to ask myself the question over and over. I was used to taking the Hampton Jitney anytime I wanted to go into the city, but I generally limited my trips because coughing up nearly fifty bucks for a one-way ride kind of sucked. So considering even the bus was a luxury to me, this was freaking amazing.

Unreal, really.

“How is this your life?” I shouted over the sound of the blade slapping well over our heads.

“What?”

“Never mind!”

I didn’t bother asking any more stupid questions once we got in. I had better things to do anyway, like watch us lift off the ground and take in the views of the water.

It was just a forty-minute ride, and it felt even shorter because I was so busy staring out the window and taking pictures the whole time. I was so stunned I didn’t even pay much mind to the fact that Emmett was taking pictures of me taking pictures. Back in the day, I hated every time he found me so thoroughly amusing. But this was fine. I didn’t have the capacity to cop any sort of attitude with him, even if it was a joking one. I was just too blown away.

“Oh my God. I forgot there was more,” I laughed at myself after we landed and got into a car to take us to Empire Stadium. I was still coming down from the exhilaration of seeing the city from the sky. The aerial view was so beautiful that it made me miss home for the first time in awhile.

I’d spent the first sixteen years of my life in Manhattan and Brooklyn, but then I spent the next ten everywhere else. After everything that happened, I was happy to live literally anywhere but New York. It wasn’t till four years ago that I came back, working my ass off at a million jobs to save money before finally moving to Sag Harbor, where Evie lived with Mike.

“Aly.”

Emmett’s voice brought me back to reality, and when I turned to face him, I found his eyes on me, and his hand reaching for mine.

“Can I steal you from the window for a sec?” he asked, wearing the most adorably exhausted look on his face.

“Sure. You okay?”

“Yeah, I’ve just been waiting to put my hands all over you since I woke up this morning, and I don’t think I can last any longer.”

My lashes fluttered and I let out the breathiest “oh” to ever come out of my mouth. I chewed hard on my lip as I took his hand, because I could feel the biggest, dopiest smile twitching at the corners of my mouth. I did my best to contain it but it broke free when Emmett pulled me swiftly onto his lap, locking his crystal blue eyes on mine.

“Hey,” he grinned, melting me on the spot.

“Hi.”

“Waiting for you to come home today was the longest eight hours of my life.”

Lord. His blunt honesty was so fucking cute I had to look down to laugh. I couldn’t let Emmett see me looking this happy and relieved. I was afraid of giving away the fact that I’d been racking my brain over him all day, anxiously over-reading our every interaction or lack thereof since being together in bed together last night. I had really convinced myself that he was feeling just meh about me – that his fascination had waned shortly after we finished having sex. I thought delivery and the game meant that Emmett was ready to calm things down and start tempering my expectations.

But I couldn’t have been more wrong.

“Yeah, I pretty much thought about you all day too,” I laughed sheepishly, smoothing my hands over his broad chest as he ran his up and down my thighs. I shook my head at him when I felt his cock stiffen underneath me. “Really?” I teased.

“If you think that’s anything I can help around you, then you still don’t know how fucking crazy you make me,” Emmett said, putting butterflies in my stomach. “You have no idea how much it hurt to have my meeting at your place today and have to keep my hands to myself.”

“Is that why you barely said bye when you left?”

“Yeah. That and Britt was just asking me a million questions about you, and I felt like I had to get her out of there,” Emmett laughed, rushing the last few words of his sentence so he could grab two handfuls of my ass and groan. “Christ. I can’t stand not touching you, but touching you makes me want to rip all your fucking clothes off,” he muttered in frustration, his eyes devouring my body before he peered past my shoulders at our driver. The car was a particularly large SUV, and there was a row of seats separating us from him, but as wet as he had me in about two seconds flat, I couldn’t have sex with someone else in the car.

“Easy,” I smirked. “Let me help you cool down with a question I just need to get off my chest.”

“Uh-oh. What?”

“What’s this ten-day rule Britt Heatherton told me about?” I asked. “Is it real?”

Emmett raised his eyebrows but laughed.

“Uh… yeah. It is.” He looked unperturbed as he eyed my reaction. “Of course, you should know by now that you’re the exception to any rule I’ve ever made for myself.”

I tried to control another dorky grin. “Really.”

“Really.”

“And what other rules of yours have I broken? Because I have to be honest, you don’t really seem like a rules kind of guy,” I teased.

“Fair enough. I’m not. But the few that I have, I’ve already broken for you.”

“Ten-day thing aside, what else is there?”

“The roommate thing,” Emmett replied. “I told myself when I was probably twenty years old that I’d never live with someone again. My roommate in college… his name was Cam and he was such a slob. He’d leave food everywhere and hook up with girls in my bed, so pretty much since him, I’ve been flying solo.” Emmett grinned. “Unless you count my boy.”

“Ozzy? I think he’s mad at me, by the way.”

“Nah. He just likes the option of being able to sleep on my bed if he wants. He’s spoiled. But he’ll get used to you.”

“I see,” I nodded, trying not to beam over Emmett’s words. But it was hard. Saying that Ozzy needed to get used to me was another confirmation that he really did see me sticking around. And I knew I shouldn’t be completely surprised over that because between us, Emmett and I had a unique bond and a lot of history. So if he did want to venture into relationships with someone, narcissistic as it might sound, I could kind of understand why it’d be me.

But at the same time, my brain was anxiously trying to find things to worry about. It was convinced that this was entirely too good to be true, and that some way somehow, there had to be a catch.

Thankfully, it was hard to linger on those thoughts when Emmett was still pulsing under me, swelling harder and harder as his lips drifted along my collarbones, over the tops of my breasts.

“Emmett,” I warned, my jaw dropping when he tugged at the neckline of my T-shirt till my breasts popped out. “Emmett!”

“Sorry. Might be addicted to these.”

“I can tell,” I giggled, my voice breathy and nervous as I peered over my shoulder at our driver. I was still peering out the dash when I felt Emmett pull down the cups of my bra and flick his tongue over my nipple. “Oh God, what are you doing to me?”

“This is what you get,” he grinned. “For every time you walked around the house without a bra on, I dreamt of doing this,” he muttered, swirling his tongue around me. I suppressed a moan.

“But I usually wore a bra around the house,” I defended myself in a whisper.

“Usually. But the times you didn’t…”

“You could tell?”

“Yes. From the shape. The way you bounced. I think you gave me a new fetish,” Emmett smirked, pushing my breasts together and licking them like an ice cream cone.

Holy shit. My instinct was to protest but I couldn’t anymore. His shamelessness had me way too turned on and it felt too good for me to say a word.

“The night we watched that movie… these were so fucking hard I just wanted to rip your shirt off and suck on them all night,” Emmett muttered, pinching my nipple between his fingers and giving the tip a hot flick with his tongue.

I gasped as sensation rocketed straight to my pussy. Shit. Apparently, my nipples were now hardwired to my clit. Suddenly, it felt like every nerve ending in my body existed in just those tight little peaks, and it made the next words from his mouth infinitely hotter.

“Have you ever come from having your nipples sucked?”

It took me a second to answer. “The only time I almost did was with you. The night after the club.”

Emmett’s blue eyes peered up at me. “Almost?” he repeated as if I’d just challenged him.

Then without saying another word, he went to work, devoting the rest of the car ride to pinching, nipping and sucking on my nipples as his hands plumped my tits.

I was delirious.

We literally went from one borough to another without Emmett losing a second of interest, which I found insane. Never in my life had I thought that just one part of my body deserved this much attention, but now I was beyond convinced that every lady deserved a man who would dedicate this much time to just her nipples and literally nothing else. I’d never in my life felt this sensation before – this thrilling buzz rushing from my breasts to my pussy as Emmett continued to bathe me with the sopping wet heat of his tongue.

The fact that he was enjoying himself so much just made it that much hotter. His little mmm’s and groans of pleasure made it sound like he was lapping at honey. His cock was so stiff under me as he pinched my nipples that I felt little bolts of pleasure darting quick between my thighs.

When I came, it was nothing I’d ever felt before, and judging from his raspy chuckle, Emmett enjoyed every second of my flustered reaction. Unlike any other orgasm he’d given me – or any I’d ever had before in my life – this one washed over me gently, traveling my whole body before dissolving into a little tickle that made my mouth fall open.

Holy.

What.

Whatever that was, I’d never felt anything like it before, and as he covered me back up, I stared in pure awe at Emmett. I couldn’t even be mad that he looked so amused by me because what in the actual fuck was that?

“Um.” I took another minute before I could gather my words. “So… wow. Definitely my first nipplegasm,” I murmured close to Emmett’s smile, pressing a soft kiss against his lips and sweeping my tongue through his mouth in gratitude.

He ran his palms down the curve of my ass, squeezing here and there until finally pulling away with a groan. My eye widened when he lifted me off his lap because never had I seen such a clear-as-day outline of a cock through a pair of pants. His thick shaft was snaked down the leg of his jeans, and his pulsing tip looked like a fist that was ready to punch right through denim.

“Oh God, Emmett, I tortured you,” I whispered, holding his face in my hands and trying not to laugh despite the grin on his face.

“It’s not complete torture if I got to make you come,” he smirked, though he groaned when I kissed him and pulled away. “Yeah, don’t do that. yet. I, uh… I just need a minute.”

“Omigod. Okay.”

Poor guy. He’d given himself blue balls just to get me quietly off in the back of this car, and as weird as it sounded, I was pretty sure I’d never in my relationship history been on the receiving end of an act so selfless or romantic. And from Emmett Hoult of all people. Suddenly, I was hit with the intense need to pay him back. Fuck the no sex in cars rule – he was just as much my exception as I was his.

But right on cue, just as I began kissing him again, we pulled up into the team parking lot.