The Unseen Enemy Series

Chapter 67

Emma and Olivia looked up as Dean and Dallas walked through the door.

“Hey,” Emma said. “How’d it go?”

Dean shrugged off his coat. “Good.” He came over to Emma, ran his hand affectionately through her short hair. “How are you feeling, baby?”

“Really good.”

“You eat today?”

She nodded.

Dallas’ eyes were trained on Olivia. “You doing OK?”

“Not bad.” She gave him a smile that was almost completely normal. “Did you get everything from Greg?”

“Yeah. Can we go back to my place and look through it all? I want to know if anything’s missing, or not right.”

“Sure.” Olivia got to her feet. “See you later, Em. Bye, Dean.”

“Bye,” they said and watched Dallas and Olivia leave. They looked at each other.

“Sooooooo,” Emma said. “She stayed at his place last night…”

“I know.” Dean grinned. “I kind of thought maybe they’d finally gotten together.”

“Me too!” Emma said. “But no. Alack and alas.”

“They’re not together yet,” Dean said. “It looks like they’ll be spending lots of time together, though, so maybe it’ll still happen.”

“I hope so.” Emma sighed. “I think they’d be good as a couple.”

Dean sat down, pulled her into his lap. “Yeah, me too.”

She saw the look on his face and leaned in for a kiss. Their lips met, retreated, met again. She moaned against his mouth and shifted on his lap. He touched her cheek, knowing what she wanted, but still not sure she was ready. She’d been in isolation for a month after her bone marrow transplant, and had been weak since being discharged from the hospital the week before.

“You sure you feel OK to make love, angel?”

“I’m sure.” Her dark blue eyes were bright in her beautiful face. “I want you. Please, Dean.”

“I want you too, baby.” He stood up, cradled her in his huge arms. “I always want you.”

He carried her down to his bedroom, set her gently on the bed. She lay there, her beautiful eyes hazy with lust, as he peeled off his t-shirt and kicked off his jeans. Her breath caught at the sight of that broad, strong chest; his erect c**k was pushing his boxer shorts out and away from his body. He lowered them and she sighed with pleasure. He was just so gorgeous, every single inch of him, and she watched as he rolled on a condom. With fumbling fingers, Emma started to undress, but Dean stopped her.

“I want to,” he said, his voice husky.

She lowered her hands back to the bed, her p***y open and aching for him to fill her. He stretched his body next to hers and pulled her close.

As he kissed her, he slowly pulled off her clothes, stroking her smooth skin. He ran his hands over her breasts, her stomach, her hips, her thighs. As he inched closer to her hot centre, Emma started to arch her back off the bed, longing for his touch there. When his fingers found her lower lips and gently parted them, she gave a small scream.

“Easy, honey,” he whispered. “I’ve got you.”

He turned Emma over carefully on to her side, pressed up against her back. She felt his hardness between her thighs and she shifted to give him better access. His one arm was raised above them, the other was wrapped around her waist, his hand between her legs.

She pushed back against him, hard, as his finger slid inside her, slid out, slid back in. He kissed her neck and she gasped as heat rose in her shaking body.