Hey,
This is Emily's short romance. She was introduced in A Love Story: Dina and Daniel.
Emily is special. The only girl of four brothers, she has always stayed one step ahead of her brothers. She knew so much about them that I wondered what if she has a secret. In this story, her secret will be revealed.
All the characters in this story are above the age of consent.
Enjoy
IR2R
Emily Graves was exhausted. It was exhausting being the only daughter of a prominent lawyer dad and a socialite mom. Her brothers did not make the situation any better. She spent most of her time spying on them and making sure they weren't keeping tabs on her. She loved her brothers to death, but they drove her insane. Lately, they kept asking about her friend Oman. He was coming to the city for the weekend, and she was accompanying him to a program at his sister's school. He rarely stayed over but he was this time and her brothers even paid for his hotel room.
Her oldest brother, Andrew, was being extremely overly cautious. He'd ask her about her male friends, and the discredited each one. For instance, Brad, a guy from her brother's Daniel's firm, asked her out. All of a sudden, he was being investigated. All of the previous men she dated ended up breaking up with her for one bogus reason or something. Every since Sunnet's wedding, and she befriended Oman, all four of her brothers dropped hints. However, Andrew was the worse. He simply told her he approved of Oman and she could date him.
Emily smiled. Next week, her special friend would be back. Her poor clueless brothers had no idea about him, and she planned to keep it that way. Emily ended her work day and headed home. She called Dina, her brother's Daniels wife, to check in. She and all three of her nieces were fine. They talked for while until Mommy duty called. She then called Kim, Peter's wife. They chatted for a few minutes. Finally, she called Cici, Andrew's wife. She asked about her nephews and Cici offered to let her keep them next weekend. Emily laughed and told her she had plans, but she'd keep both boys soon. Soon, Cici had to go and Emily had made it home.
Before hanging up, Cici suggested that they have a girl's night. They knew poor Dina needed a break and it would give Daniel time with all three girls. Emily laughed and told her she'd work on it. Soon she was pulling into her driveway. As she pulled into her garage, Mom called. She told her she was fine just tired, but she knew she did not believe her. Emily reassured her Mom and told her she loved her and hang up. Securing her garage door, she went inside.
"You're back early." She greeted her guest.
He placed a steak and baked potato in front of her place at the dinner table and smiled. Emily looked at him. Terrance Sumner was the one guy no one would think she'd be attracted to. He was huge, standing almost seven feet tall, bald, muscular torso, with a goatee, His round face full of frowns and angry. His body was covered in tattoos. The most prominent tattoos he had were snakes, not just any snakes, but rattlers. He was scary, but he didn't scare her. As a matter of fact, he excited her.
"You're almost late." He replied. She placed her bag on the counter and embraced him. Snake smiled. She was adorable. Compared to him, she was so small. She looked up at him; her dark hair shimmered and her eyes twinkled. Her expression delighted that he was back. She was a little over five feet tall, and her body was perfect in his eyes.
"Does Andrew know you're back?" She asked.
"I have not reported in yet. I needed to see you first." He paused. "Sit, eat. You will need the energy, believe me."
Instant heat filled her body. This man drove her mad. One look, one word and she dripped like a faucet. In private, when they were alone, she could be what she truly was a woman with needs, but as soon as he reported in, he became enemy number one. "Well, Terrance, it looks delicious. How did you grill two steaks without going outside?" she asked.
Terrance smiled, "Who says I didn't grill them outside?" he queried.
Emily's eyes widened, "Someone might have...?" he laughed.
She frowned. "Jerk." She mumbled.
"It's hurts being your dirty little secret." He replied and Emily gasped.
They ate in silence. Soon they finished and Emily helped load the dishwasher. He moved behind her pulling her into him. Emily sighed. She loved being in his arms. He was so big and strong. She looked at his bicep and whispered, "Another tat?"
"Yes, just a small one." He spent her around and lifted her onto the counter. "Has anyone seen my mark?" he asked.
Emily blushed, "No, and you know why."
"Damn right, you're mine. Don't forget it." He teased and then he kissed her.
Emily melted into him as he lifted her and carried her into her bedroom. He had drawn her bath. "Don't lift a finger," he whispered as he took his time and removed every stitch of clothing that she wore. Emily knew he could feel the heat emanating from her. She was hot and wet.
Terrance laughed and said, "Patience my Emily. Patience." He unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her creamy skin to his hungry view. Terrance groaned and tasted her skin. Kissing her gently, he tasted her skin as his fingers unbuttoned the rest if her clothing. Soon she was a quivering mast in the sexiest pale pink underwear he'd ever seen.
"Let me look at you." He whispered as he sat on her small love seat and simply stared at her. Emily was embarrassed but the hunger in his eyes made her bold. She moved forward into his muscular arms. She needed to feel his skin against her and attempted to remove the tight black shirt he wore. He took it off exposing his magnificent chest that was covered with a gorgeous tattoo of a diamond back rattler poised to strike. Emily traced the tat. Caressing his, shoulder blades, pecs, and abdominals.
He grabbed her hand to stop her, "No, let me wash you first. He lifted her, carrying her into her bathroom. Emily removed her underwear and Terrence smiled as his mark was exposed to his view.
She trimmed but no longer shaved herself completely bald. He requested that she let her hair grow when they started this relationship three years ago. Right above her dark bush, that he carefully stroked, was a small tattoo of a diamond back rattler. It was an exact replica of the one on his body. He recalled giving her the tat a little over two years ago, and then explaining what it meant.
They had been seeing each other secretly for a few months. Each night, Emily admired and stroked his body art. When he asked to give her a small tattoo, and she asked for a butterfly, but he needed more. He needed a symbol that let others know she was taken. So he asked her to let him choose this one. She trusted him and nodded. He tattooed her with his symbol, a tiny diamond back rattler.
They made love that night for the first time. It was no longer just sex. He had to claim what was his. Emily Graves was his. The next day he was so excited that he wanted to tell her brother, but Andrew said something and he knew they would not approve. Emily would be embarrassed, so he told her to keep quiet.
For three years, they stole moments alone, keeping her family completely in the dark. In public, Emily treated him with cold disdain. She was so cold, that her mother once reprimanded her and made her apologize. Snake was just as bad. Whenever she mentioned dating someone, or her brothers mentioned a male showed interest, he would make some type of derogatory remark.
This went on so much that at one point, Andrew addressed his friends about his treatment of his younger sister. Snake apologized and resolved to not talk to her in public. Emily gladly did the same, but in private. He always apologized and reminded her of how he truly felt. She was as much his secret as he as hers. He feared her family would not approve, but she didn't need their approval. She needed him.
He was an ass. He acted as if he was God's gift to women. A few years ago, he came to dinner at her parents' home and brought a date. Peter was silent as was Brett. They knew the young lady from a local establishment. Kim, Peter's wife, was tickled at her husband's discomfort. Emily was furious because he had the gall to bring a hooker into her parents' home.
As far as her family knew, she hated him. They had no idea that three years ago, Terrance came to her house and blew her mind. Initially, he wanted to confront her about some snarky comment she made that embarrassed him. He as even going to apologize for bringing the girl to her parents, but she opened her door wearing the tiniest sleepwear he'd ever seen.
He forgot why he as angry and gave in to what he'd been thinking about all night. She didn't fight him. She was as wild and hot as he was. The next night, he snuck back over and they coupled all night.
After the first time, he snuck over to her house every time he came home. He was leaving for a job and asked her to make her mark on his skin. He gave her a black permanent marker. Whatever she wrote, he would tattoo onto his skin. Emily faced him and smile. She leaned forward and kissed his pectoral muscle, right above his giant snake. Then she took the marker and wrote a capital E. Snake smiled and got his needle and ink. She watched as he made her mark on his chest. Watching him was fascinating, as she caressed the tattoo he'd given her months earlier.
Emily wanted to know if he would tell Andrew, but he stopped. Andrew was his best friend, but today he cracked a joke about taming Emily and Andrew didn't like it. Her family would not accept it. He should have left her alone. "Em, this was a mistake. Look, forget about me. You deserve better."
He stood to leave when she stopped him. "Don't go! You gave me your mark and I've marked you. No man can ever take your place. Terrance, you are all I want." she whispered. Terrance "Snake" Sumner fell for the one woman he could never have.
Now here he was in her bathroom with her years later. His need for her extended beyond friendship to something much deeper. He was done hiding ad he needed to let her know.
Terrance sat on the side of the tub and looked at the beautiful woman standing before him. Cupping her between her thighs, he absorbed her heat. She was already dripping for him, but she was tired and he planned to pamper her. He pulled her to him and kneeled before her; she smelled heavenly and he had to taste her. He licked her pussy causing her to scream for him. She was drenched in her own secretions and he greedily feasted. She came quickly and he placed her in the water. "Terrance, join me." He quickly undressed and climbed inside.
Slowly he washed his woman, exploring her body, caressing her between the thighs, exploding her folds. Not to be outdone, Emily became bold and touched every inch of him. He lifted her and she sank not his throbbing cock and rode him slowly. She was amazing and she was his. The water grew cold and he wanted her beneath him. Stopping they left the tub and went to bed. Terrence made love to his woman, his Emily.
He licked and caressed her breast, rubbing her slit; Emily opened her legs as wide as she could. The feel of his hands caressing her drove her wild. He flicked her clit causing her to tremble. Emily had to touch him She traced his tats. His body art fascinated her.
Emily grasped his cock, stroking him slowly. Terrance groaned. He moved needing to taste her. Kneeling between her thighs, Terrance called to her. "Emily, Look at me." She looked. Terrance smiled, "This is mine. Say it."
Emily gasped and she needed more, "Yours" she whispered. He licked her and she groaned.
"No, Emily, say Snake, it's yours" he demanded.
"Ter Terrance, it's yours." She moaned needing him even more.
"No, that's not what I said," He teased, "Call me Snake."
"Damn it, Terrance, stop teasing." Emily moaned.
