This is a Hardin x Tessa fan fiction, although focuses mostly on their daughter Emery Scott.
Finished writing: March 25, 2021.
Posting schedule: Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday.
It is written in first person, present tense, and has many point of vi...
Another puppy pic because I love this dog so much... ^^^
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EMERY.
I let out a small breath as I knock onto Mark's door. My anxiety is above the roof right now. I'm nervous about tonight. I'm not feeling so good about this either.
I can't shake the thought in my head, 'don't do it. It's not worth it.' But I don't know if I believe that. I think that after tonight I'll be right back where I want to be: before I met Cole.
I jump out of my thoughts when he opens the door. His eyes are squinting to look at me and he has a cigarette in his hand. "Emery, hey." He says slowly, "c'mon in, c'mon in." He flings the door open wider as he walks down the hallway and sits on the couch in the living room. He pushes all the stuff spread out on the coffee table to the far left corner, patting the wood in front of him. "Sit down right here." He demands, but it sounds more like a suggestion.
I do what he wants and I sit. We are so close that I have to close my legs to fit them in between his. "So, tell me about yourself," he leans over and drops his cigarette in and ash tray, "how are you doing?"
He places his hands on my thighs and rubs them as I talk. "Um... I'm doing good. I don't know. How about you?" I can't help but tense at his hands slowly inching themselves up my waist.
"I'm..." he seems distracted, staring at my neck and he leans in taking ahold of it with his lips. "Good." He finally says, his lips trailing down my shoulder while his hands hold me close to him.
I close my eyes, trying to find the enjoyment. I can feel it. It's there, I just need to reach for it. He leans me down on the coffee table, his body going with mine as he bites at my collarbones.
I put my hands through his hair and all I can think about is how fucking crunchy it is. Why the fuck does he have to have hair gel in it? Cole's hair was always soft and fluffy.
I pull his waist closer to mine to drown out the thoughts I'm having, and we both let out a small breath of satisfaction. "God, I forgot how good you are at this and we haven't even started." His lips attach themselves to my neck again. He has always been a neck guy. That's the first thing he'd go for, not that I'm complaining, but I need to distract myself. What better way than to kiss his lips, and explore his mouth? Sounds fucking disgusting when you put kissing like that, but it's is so fucking good.
I pull his waist closer again, and he immediately starts fiddling with my jeans, but I grab ahold of his arm tightly. "Wait, kiss me first, Cole." Just as I say is when I realize my mistake and I open my mouth wide, my eyes widening as well. "Um..." I begin, but he only chuckles, leaning in and kissing my lips hard. I guess he doesn't care, does he? I mean, why would he care?
