A/N: Ok so I was gonna save this for friday and the 2 week count down but I am really wanting this story to move along and having a chapter waiting while the next is almost done is killing me. I want to say thank you all for the ALERTS! and the Reviews. if you like it and alert it please just give a smilie face atleast! I wish I owned the boys but I don't.. Stph your a lucky you know what! PS shout out to the ringback girls! keep the ideas coming!
Chapter four
Em POV
From the minute he left his mother in front of the bank and climbed into his truck, his mind was on a hundred different things. The adrenalin coursing through him pumped him up more than a case of Red Bull. He had made short work of getting back to his company headquarters and letting his partner in on everything.
His response was as expected, but that little percent of doubt was still worth charging ahead on his own. Over the next 3 hours, the two of them were able to get the basic paperwork together and the materials order in. Tomorrow, they will call in the crew heads and get them looking over the details. Everything should be in place and actual building hopefully will begin in a couple weeks after the site is cleared. Luckily, the groundbreaking was just for show and no real work is taking place that day. But that doesn't mean they won't be extremely busy. A project of this size took a lot of hours of planning and many headaches over permits, making sure there were enough men to do the work and don't even get me started on the unions. But we knew the business very well and when everything sets in motion, it is like a well-oiled machine and every wheel and cog turned with precision.
Leaving for mom's for dinner, I finally let out a deep breath and let my thoughts drift to Jasper. I really can't wait to tell him the news. Maybe I can arrange to tell him in person. I really want to see the look on his face. Relief will surely be there, but it is the smile I really want to see - OK, the smile, the eyes, the body. I really need to stop this because showing up at mom's with a semi was not a good idea.
Pulling into the drive, I see Tyler shooting hoops from his wheelchair. Shutting off the engine, I get out and jog over just in time to catch his rebound.
"Hey bud, looking good there," I say, roughing up his hair. He bats my hand away.
"Ya, I need to practice my three-point shot if I want to make the para team." I gotta hand it to the kid, he never once let spina bifida get in his way.
"I am sure you will be a shoo-in." He looked doubtful, but I knew he would make it. "So is mom about done with dinner?"
Tossing the ball to the side of the drive, he turns his chair towards the house. "Yup. Should be about grub time, and I don't know what you are hiding, but I guess we will find out soon because mom made bribery dessert."
"Oh no, not carrot cake." I would do anything for a slice of carrot cake. Tyler it knew as well as I did.
"Well bro, get ready to spill."
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And I did. I didn't even make it until dessert. My mom doesn't play fair. She had the damn tempting thing sitting right there on the sideboard, across the table from me. As I ate my chicken and rice, it taunted me. Just as I was shoveling my beans in my face, all mom had to do was lift her lips in a small "gotcha" smile and I let her know everything. Well, almost everything. The cake was worth it and she in the end told me how proud of me she was for turning something so ugly into something so wonderful. I blushed and gave my "aww shucks" smile as she hugged me.
After leaving loaded down with leftovers and two huge slices of carrot cake, I finally headed home. Mom's food hit the spot, it was so much better then grabbing a drive-thru burger. Unloading everything into the fridge, I kicked off my shoes and made my way back to the bedroom to exchange my work clothes for my favorite old faded jeans and a T-shirt. Hitting play on the remote, the stereo filled the room with jazz. It was only 9 - too early to call Jasper. So I sat on the couch and fired up my laptop. Running my fingers over the mouse pad, I contemplated what I was about to do. It isn't really stalking. It's just getting to know who I will be working with better.
Moving the cursor over the search button, I double-tapped and waited. There were a lot of articles citing his accomplishments both in college and charities. One article was a recent one I recall from the paper a few months ago. It covered the fact that Jasper was honored in being one of the youngest architects to design a project of this magnitude in the firm's history.
Looking to the top of the search page, the image button called to me. It sang out "Emmett... Oh Emmett, you know you want to click me."
Shut up, stupid button. My finger danced all around the stupid thing as it called to me. I know the photos are out there for the world to see, but somehow it felt like an invasion of his privacy. Kind of like I was stalking him, but the taunts were getting to me. I just need to know more. See how he lives - maybe get a glimpse into the fidgety blushing man's life. Cursing myself, I gave in to the taunts of the button and I clicked it. I could swear I heard an evil little laugh from said button.
The first thing to pop up was an image of him, laughing into the collar of his jacket like he was hiding from the camera. He had a laughing smile and he was looking off to someone right next to whoever was taking the shot. He was much younger in the photo, maybe college age. His hair was shorter and darker, but stunning none the less. Flipping through the images, I see him at many different events with his family. In some others, he is accompanied by a stunning blonde. One image that I clicked on, he was obviously at a company event black tie - it was Jasper in a tux. My cock liked what it saw, but the supermodel blonde wrapped around him was like ice water thrown on him. They looked really cozy and natural together, like they had been a couple for years. Could Emmett possibly have read the signals wrong? He felt so sure at the restaurant that he was checking him out as a gay man. Maybe he was just intimidated by his size? It wouldn't be the first time. He has always been a big guy and he works out as well as his line of work.
"Fuck it!" I reach for my phone, briefly glancing at the clock - a half hour early is acceptable. I run through my contacts, finding Jasper's number and hit call before I can think it through any further.
"Ughhhh." I have to groan because he has one of those annoying ringback tones. Seriously why were they ever invented, like some gravely sounding annoying song from the '90s that sounds like elevator music is supposed to make the wait of them picking up that much more enjoyable? "Fuck, pick up already" - and then he does.
Stuttering through the conversation, I can't help but tease him when I find out how close we live to one another. And when I ask "So your place or mine?", I chuckle and do a major internal fist pump, (OK, I may have gone a bit "Jersey Shore" on the outside to) when I heard his gasp.
Before he even spit out his full address, I was slipping into my flip-flops and grabbing the contract folders and heading out the door. He was a good 10-minute walk/run from my front door, and I kept talking to him the whole way. About nonsense really, about anything I could think of just to not have to break the connection and lose the sound of his sweet drawl in my ear. Walking up to the town house and passing through the black gate, I cover the mouthpiece, take a deep sigh and knock on the door.
JPOV
I was feeling unbelievably overheated when he asked "Your place or mine?", but I was quick to respond for him to come over to my place. I mean if it was going to be bad news, I would have the satisfaction of showing him out and slamming the door in his face, versus me slinking away from his home with my tail between my legs like a poor abused puppy.
I could hear him picking up his keys and something else and his door closing and locking behind him. I heard as his breathing picked up as he started off walking, maybe jogging a bit here and there to my place. We talked about nonsense as he made the journey to my place and I had a good feeling (unless he is softening you up for the blow, Jasper). Shaking the negativity away, I thought about all the positive that "could be" and kept on talking away with him - trying to follow his silly logic about garden gnomes and pink flamingoes as he passed the garishly decorated lawns of my neighbors.
"I'm serious, all lawn 'art' is a gay man's joke on the suburbs." His joyous laughter fills my ears. "There is no other way to explain hot pink birds and little dirty old men with pointy hats and beards prancing around among flowers."
He has me almost in tears as he goes on about the jokes that some "Queer Eye" team played on society. The man sure has a sense of humor, I will give him that. By the time he has moved on to women's animal print hand bags, I was aching from laughing so hard. Then he went into talking about music.
He had me so at ease after all the tension of the day, I jumped when I heard a sharp knock on my front door.
"Hold on a minute, Emm." I mumble into the phone as I answer the door, only to reveal the biggest dimpled grin I have ever seen. He is holding up a file and says into the phone while looking deep into my eyes, "Take all the time you need Daddy, because your baby is about to be built."
He steps up the last step as he hit "end call" on his phone and his chest is about an inch from mine as I inhale deeply and smell him. I think that I have found home in his scent, like I want to wake up enveloped in it every morning. I want to catch whiffs of it on myself throughout the day, even when he is not around. Oh god, I have it bad.
Picking my chin up from the door step and stepping back even though all I want to do is step forward, I open the door and let him slip in past me into the hall. I motion him to the living room. I close the door and follow him. It is a comfortable room done in masculine colors with overstuffed furniture and a lot of wood. Most importantly, a 52-inch flat screen - I love to watch movies and play Wii in my free time. I kick ass at bowling.
When I follow him in the room, I stop and admire the view. He almost dwarfs the space around him. His shoulders are made for holding onto as he fucks you against the wall. He is a mountian of a man and want to climb that mountain. I really need to get my mind out of the gutter or I am going to embarrass myself. Walking around him, I motion to the sofa and he takes a seat and starts laying out some papers.
Could he really have accomplished in a few hours what took a whole team more than six months to do?
"How, wha..." stumbling through my shocked mind that he actually did it. "I mean, well, we had people working on this for months to secure the funds."
"I have my ways and connections," He winks at me and I swallow hard. "I may look like an oaf, but I am a business man and know how to get the job done."
"I didn't mean ..." I hope I didn't offend him.
He holds up his hand to cut me off. "It's cool man, seriously. I just happened to have someone in mind that had access to the cash and felt that this was the best place to use it." He looked so proud, I had to smile back at him.
Taking a silver pen out of his back pocket, he twists it open and hands it over to me. "Shall we get down to business?" I nod and take the pen and sit down next to him.
"So who may I ask are the investors? I really should let PR know, so they have time to prep for Monday." I bet they will be overjoyed with extra work on short notice, but there is no avoiding it.
Shaking his head, he says, "No, no PR. This investor wants to keep it on the down low. They aren't doing it for the press." I sense there is more there, but choose not to push it.
Signing all the papers and initialing in all the right places, Emmett shuts his pen gathers all the papers together and sits back. "We are all set for Monday, I have all the orders ready to go and all the crew coming in tomorrow to go over the plans."
I nod, knowing he is going to be very busy over the next few days trying to get things done in such a small amount of time. Not wanting my time with Emmett to end, I offer him a beer. He is eager to except, so I push off the couch and head to the kitchen. I can feel his eyes on me as I leave the room.
He is watching me as I come back into the room and hand him a beer. "Here ya go, I hope Sam Adams is OK. It's all I have."
"It's fine, thanks." I watch his Adam's apple bob as he swallows. Fuck.
Just as I am taking a drink, he says, "So I guess we are officially in bed together."
I suddenly can't swallow and wind up choking spewing beer everywhere. Emmett hops up and pounds my back. "Dude, you OK?" I nod while still coughing a bit. "I am so sorry. I can't help my mouth sometimes."
I had some pretty dirty thoughts about what I could help his mouth do. Slowly regaining my breath, I straighten up and come face to face with him. His lips are just a fraction away from mine. He seems to be bent forward a bit to make up for the height difference. Then I see his eyes dip to my mouth and his tongue dart out and lick his lower lip and I go for it.
Closing the gap, I smash my mouth into his. Shoving my hands into his curls, I tilt my head and give everything I have into the kiss. Startled for a mere moment, he doesn't move. Then I lick the lip he just had licked and he responds.
Grabbing my hips, he pulls me tight against him and he opens his mouth and then his tongue is battling mine. He nips at my lips and I moan, then he moans. I am rock hard and so is he, the friction of our cocks rubbing together through soft worn denim only enhances the sensation. He tastes like beer and man. By the sounds he is making, I can tell he is feeling this as much as I am. Never breaking from the kiss, he backs me to the wall and we start grinding against each other.
My hands have made their way down to his shoulders and I am hanging on for dear life. His fingers urgently grab my ass and hip. It feels like we are trying to crawl into each other's skin. Running my hand down his chest, my fingers brush across is pebbled nipple. That is when he pulls off my lips with a hiss followed by and almost anguished "fuck."
Breathing deep, we just stare at each other, panting. Wow, I think my brain has melted. It all happened so fast, but I am not the least bit sorry I did it. That had to be the most amazing kiss in my life. Never had I felt the pull to another human being like this, Not even Edward back when we first met. He and I had strong attraction and amazing sex, but this one kiss made that memory is just child's play, just teenage fluff. This was all grown up - full power, potent lust. This energy is lightning in a bottle. It is almost powerfully dangerous.
"Wow," he echos my thoughts, "that was ..."
"Ya I know, wow." Standing like this with him should be awkward but it wasn't. It felt right. I felt like I belonged in Emmett's big strong arms.
Stepping back to give me some room to breath but never losing contact, his smile widens and he licks his lips like he is tasting me on himself. "So, you're not straight - that answers that question. Next question: 'Mmm Bop?' Jazz?"
I quirk my brow at him...
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