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Definitely NSFW. Sorry! This is what the muse wanted. I hope you all enjoy it. Please leave a review to let me know you're still reading my story. Thanks everyone!

CH 106-Trouble

The holidays were almost over. Clay and Emma spent New Year's quietly, at home. Instead of going out or cooking a fancy meal, they ordered from their favorite Chinese restaurant and watched old movies, toasting with champagne at midnight. And then rang in the new year by retiring to their bedroom and making love. Neither one could think of anything else they would rather be doing to celebrate.

It was almost time for classes to start again and Emma had not gotten a chance to really spend time with Hannah and Jeni while they were home on break. The three girls decided that they absolutely had to have a "Girls Night" before they were back to class. Since Emma lived on her own with Clay, she volunteered to host their get together. Clay whole-heartedly supported her getting together with her friends. He knew how much she had been missing the girls since they went away for college. He also knew that a "Girls Night" meant lots of talking, chick flicks, junk food, and probably some drinking. He intended to make himself scarce. He checked in with the guys and they made their own plans to meet at the Bulkhead.

Clay was just getting out of the shower when he heard a knock on the door, followed by girlish squeals. He laughed and shook his head, happy that Emma would be getting to spend some time with her life-long friends. He continued dressing and tried to get out of their way as soon as possible. When he walked out into the living room, he saw an eclectic assortment of food laid out and could hear what sounded like a blender going in the kitchen. He went to investigate and found all three huddled around the counter.

He greeted Hannah and Jeni with quick hugs before asking his question.

"What's going on in here?"

Emma answered without turning around.

"Hannah borrowed her Mom's Margarita maker and Jeni brought the mix."

"And the Tequila," her friend added.

He smiled to himself. He was sure this evening was going to get interesting.

"So, you both are staying tonight, right?"

He wanted to make sure that no one was planning on driving home. He grabbed a chip and scooped up some guacamole as he waited for their answers. Emma finished the concoction she had going in the blender and turned around.

"Yep, we'll set up the air mattress and between that and the couch, everyone will have a place to sleep."

Clay reached for some cookies.

"Hey! Out Mister," Emma laughed. "That's for us."

He raised his hand high in the air as Emma tried to grab the snacks back from him. He laughed at her faux outrage before dropping a kiss on her mouth and turning to go.

"Alright. I'm going, I'm going. You guys have fun!"

As he grabbed his jacket and opened the door to leave, he could hear Jeni pose a question as she picked up the remote and began to flip around.

"What do you guys want to watch, "The Notebook, Pretty Woman, or Dirty Dancing?"

Clay rolled his eyes and closed the door behind himself, happy to have somewhere else to be.

When he got to the bar, rest of the guys were there already. Clay greeted his brothers and ordered a beer and a shot.

"So, Blondezilla, you got kicked outta yer place tonight, huh?"

"Yea. Em has her friends over for a 'Girls Night.'"

They all laughed.

"Yea, brother, you stay as far away from that as you can. That's got trouble written all over it," Ray laughed.

Clay shot him a questioning look.

"I made the mistake of coming home early one night when Naima was hosting 'Book Club'," He started, holding up his fingers to make air quotes. "I tell you, there wasn't much talk about any books going on. It was just an excuse for drinking wine and complaining about their husbands or significant others."

Everyone stopped and stared at Clay and laughed.

"Damn Spenser! You're going to be in trouble when you get home," Vic started.

"Em always has had a wicked temper," was Jason's comment.

Sonny piled on.

"Ya better buy Sunshine some flowers on yer way home."

Clay just smiled and tried not to look too worried as they all had a good laugh at his expense.

A while later he was in the middle of lining up his pool queue when his phone buzzed with an incoming text. He waited until he had sunk the shot before he took a look at the message.

-Why haven't you ever kissed me in the rain? –

He was completely confused. He had no idea what she was talking about and even less of an idea how to answer her. He shrugged his shoulders, typed in his best response, and went back to the game.

-Sorry, babe. The next time it rains, I'll be sure to kiss you. –

Sonny saw the look on Clay's face and questioned him.

"What's up?"

"Um, I'm not sure. Em just sent me a strange question. I wasn't sure how to answer."

"Ohhhh," the guys all started.

"Yer in deep already, Hot stuff."

Little did he know that this was the first of several texts he would receive from Emma through the night. They got raunchier as the evening wore on. Her next query came as he was at the bar getting another beer. He had just taken a swig out of the new bottle the bartender handed him and promptly spit it all over the bar.

-Do U wssshh my booobbs wer biggr? –

It wasn't necessarily the question itself; it was the picture she sent him next that nearly choked him. It was a close-up selfie of her chest, wearing just her midnight blue bra. He wondered how many drinks she'd had at this point. As he was contemplating what to do, a hand came over his shoulder and grabbed his phone from him.

"Is Princess naggin' you again? Let take a looksee at what yer in trouble for now."

Clay desperately reached for his phone, but Trent and Brock joined in, playing keep away.

"Give that back damn it!"

Finally, his phone landed back in Sonny's possession. The second he looked at the screen he threw it back at Clay like it was a live grenade. Luckily, he was able to catch it before it hit the ground. He quickly closed out the picture and locked his phone.

"Son of a Bitch, Blondie! Now ya owe me drink, maybe ten!"

"What?! I owe you? You're the one that swiped my phone. You're lucky it didn't fall and crack the screen. You'd be buying me a new one."

Sonny wasn't listening, he was at the bar downing a shot of whiskey and calling for another. And Clay was contemplating what to do at this point. Apparently, he didn't answer fast enough because there was another incoming text, thankfully, no new images.

-Yu wsshh they weer bgger, donnt U? –

He quickly typed in his answer before she got more upset.

-I love your body, Baby. –

Apparently, that satisfied her since her next message was a heart-eyes emoji. Clay went back to his drink, wondering exactly what was going on back at the apartment.

The night wore on and Clay challenged Vic to a game of darts. Ray was packing it in, saying he needed to get home to Naima. Before he left, he gave Clay some advice.

"Just remember, when you get home…no matter what, just say you're sorry. It doesn't matter what she says, don't argue, just say you're sorry."

With that he patted the younger man on the back and headed out. Clay nodded his appreciation and went back to his game. Though, his mind wasn't focusing on the target. Ray kept warning him about all the trouble he'd likely be in. But Emma didn't seem to be angry with him at all. He had to admit to himself that he'd really never seen Emma drunk. She'd been a little tipsy before, but never truly inebriated. This was going to be interesting. He tried to drag his focus back to the game, but his phone buzzed with another text. He was a little wary of looking at it. He turned his back and shielded his screen, just in case.

-Tk shrrt ff-

He was total confused trying to untangle this one. He shot back a question mark.

-want U 2 tk offf ur shrt-

-Now? -

-Home-

-You want me to take off my shirt when I get home? –

-Yees! –

His thumbs hovered over the screen. He wasn't even sure that she wanted a response. As he was contemplating what to do, Emma called. She started talking before he could even say hello.

"Babe. When are you coming home?"

Her words were slightly slurred, and he could hear Jeni giggling in the background.

"Em, how much have you had to drink?"

"I dunno. Jeni jus made another pitcher."

He shook his head and rubbed at his brow.

"I think you should stop babe. Do me a favor and go get some water."

She laughed and said something unintelligible to one of the girls.

"Em…Em?"

He wasn't even sure she was listening anymore.

"Yea?"

"Honey, you need t…"

She cut him off and her next words knocked the breath out of him.

"I neeeeeed you t' come home 'n fuck me."

Clay's mouth opened and closed repeatedly, but no words came out. He looked like a fish out of water. He didn't know what he expected her to say, but that definitely wasn't it. He must have looked as shocked as he felt. Even Vic noticed.

"Dude…is everything okay?"

Clay nodded his head and waved Lopez off.

"Emma, what are you doing right now?"

"Jusss watcshing movies."

He was a little afraid to ask what kind of movies they were watching, but he inquired anyway.

"What are you watching?"

"Drrty Daaancin'"

He blew out a breath and scrubbed his hand over his face.

"C'mon Clay, pleeez. Jeni sed P'tric Swzzee has a hot ass…but yours is waaaaayy hotter. I wanna see it!"

Clay's face went red just thinking about her friends hearing what she was saying to him. He cut her off before she could blurt out anything else. In spite of himself, her words had him hot and bothered.

"Emma, listen to me honey. Don't you think one of you should sober up a little?"

She looked around and saw Hannah, almost passed out and Jeni pouring herself a drink from the new batch. Somehow his words cut through and she realized he was right. She didn't want him to have to come home to deal with all three of them completely drunk. That wasn't fair to him.

"Emma, are you still there?"

"Uh huh. 'M here."

"Can you start drinking some water, and maybe eat something?"

"Yea," she sighed.

He didn't mean to be a killjoy. He was almost sorry he said anything. This was her night with the girls, and he didn't want to ruin it.

"I'm sorry Em. I didn't mean to be a spoilsport."

"You're not. Pr'bly right. I don' wanna get sick or have a bad han'over."

Clay smiled; she was sounding more lucid already.

"You good now?"

"Yea."

"You sure babe?"

"'M sure."

"Alright, see you later."

"Later."

Clay turned to Lopez who immediately had questions.

"Anything wrong?"

"Nah. Em called. Sounds like she and her friends are having fun."

"Oh. Did she need anything?"

Clay sucked in a breath as he remembered Emma's words.

"Nah, it's all good. Come on. Are you trying to get out of me beating you?"

"Not a chance."

Emma stopped drinking and made a concerted effort to get herself under control. She grabbed some of his Gatorade and got herself eat something. She even took Koda for a walk and the fresh air helped to clear her head. The evening was still fun. Jeni and Hannah enjoyed more Margaritas and they continued to talk and watch movies. It was just like old times.

It was past midnight when the guys started to talk about heading out. Sonny was looking for a wingman to accompany him to the Champagne Room.

"C'mon Poster Boy. It's been ages since ya came out with me."

"That's because I have a girlfriend, Sonny."

"Hey, ya can jest look, ya don't gotta touch."

"Nah. I need to get home and check on Em anyway. Maybe Lopez will go with you."

Vic looked at Clay and rolled his eyes. Clay just shrugged sheepishly.

"He needs to get home to the little woman," Trent commented.

"You must be in some deep trouble if you're running home," Jason added.

"Ya, I'm in trouble alright."

He tried not to let his thoughts show on his face, keeping his expression as neutral as possible. He let the guys think what they wanted. He did notice that Sonny was quiet and refused to meet his gaze. He said his goodbyes, settled at the bar, and started back to the apartment.

As he drove, he tried to come up with a plan of attack for whatever he might be walking into. Dealing with three drunk girls all alone was not part of his plan for the night, but he would do what he had to do. After all, he was a SEAL. How bad could it be?

Clay pulled into the parking lot and took the stairs two at a time. The apartment was quiet as he unlocked the door. He wasn't sure if that was a good sign or not. He hoped that meant that they had all fallen asleep. Maybe he could just cleanup a little, put Emma to bed, and sack out.

He unlocked the door as quietly as he could and opened it slowly. He held his breath, moving soundlessly through the portal. It was all going perfectly, until Koda gave him away. The dog gave a small, exited yip and jumped off the couch, where he had been curled by Emma's side. Emma turned her attention from the TV, to the commotion at the door. He quickly looked around and tried to assess the situation. Jeni was sitting on the floor, nursing a drink, Hannah appeared to be passed out in the chair, and Emma was laying on the couch. "Pretty Woman" was playing on the TV, and the infamous piano sex scene was splashed across the screen.

Emma's eyes lit up when she realized he was home. She was up and off the couch, with her hands all over him in a flash. She was surprisingly agile and coordinated for someone that had imbibed as much as she had.

The spark that had been burning inside her all night roared to life again at the sight of him. His rugged looks, his broad shoulders, and muscular arms. Not to mention how she knew he could make her feel when he used some of his other, more private attributes.

Clay had his hands full trying to keep Emma from doing anything indecent in front of Jeni. He solved the issue by pulling her close and keeping her from moving her arms and hands too much.

"Babe, unh, Clay…"

He looked over Emma's shoulder and Jeni was still sipping her drink, seemingly unaware that he was in the room at all. Well, it wasn't ideal, but he felt like he could handle it. Making Emma squeal, he threw her over his shoulder, carried her into the bedroom and deposited her on the bed. She immediately started trying to undress him. Clay managed to fend her off as he spoke.

"Em, babe. I need to go take care of Hannah and Jeni. Em, please…"

She stuck out her lip in a pout.

"Clay…I want you," she tried again.

There was no hesitation or clumsiness in her movements. He could feel his resolve slipping away. Clay closed his eyes briefly, trying to clear his head.

"Honey…I need to get your friends settled, okay? And I need to take Koda out."

"I took him on his walk already."

"You did?"

"Uh huh."

He looked at her closely. She appeared relaxed, but not out of control. She must have taken his advice and sobered up some.

She flopped down on the bed. He nodded and went to leave the bedroom. Jeni had emptied her glass and was still sitting on the floor, barely awake. Clay lifted her onto the couch, and she rolled over immediately. Relieved, he covered her with a blanket and then went to take care of Hannah. Clearing a spot on the floor, he went for the air mattress and got it inflated. Grabbing a pillow off the couch, he maneuvered her onto the mattress and put her in what he thought was a comfortable position.

Next, he got out a couple bottles of water and sat them where each girl could reach one. Before leaving the room, he got out the garbage bin from under the sink, emptied it and sat it between the couch and the spot where Hannah lay.

Standing up, he stretched his back and took a deep breath. Hannah wasn't large, but she was completely dead weight. It was definitely some work. He made sure Koda was in his kennel and then turned out the light.

He went to the bedroom, fully expecting Emma to be asleep. But the minute he came in she pushed the door closed behind him and wrapped her arms around him.

"Clay," she said as she began to sway back and forth. "Dance with me."

"Dance with you?"

"Uh huh. Please."

"There's no music, Em."

Emma solved that dilemma by starting to hum the tune to their song. Clay danced a few steps with her and then pulled her with him toward the bed, hoping to get her to lie down and sleep.

"C'mon babe. Let's go to bed."

"But…but I want you to hold me," she pouted.

"I will. Let's go to sleep and I'll hold you all night."

"Clay, I …uh…I want you."

She moved over and knelt behind him on the mattress, kissing his neck and running her hands down his chest and abs.

"Em…we can't."

He still wasn't convinced that she wasn't drunk. As much as he wanted her, he wouldn't take advantage of her.

The next words she whispered in his ear made a shiver travel up his spine.

"I want you inside me, Clay."

His body responded immediately to her words. It was only his will power that kept him from tearing her clothes off and pounding into her. He unwrapped her arms from him and again, tried to get her to go to sleep.

Emma was frustrated. She wasn't drunk. She was feeling good, but she knew what was going on and she knew what she wanted. She had been thinking about it all night. And what she wanted was for him to bury himself inside her. Huffing out a breath and climbing up off the mattress, she decided she would just have to prove it to him. She reached for her phone and started some music, keeping it turned low. As the sultry tones of "Dangerous Woman" began, Emma started to sway once again.

Clay stood up, moving to dance with her. But this time, she pushed him back onto the bed, licked her lips and commanded him to "Just watch."

He wasn't exactly sure what was going on. Emma turned around and flipped her head, twirling her ponytail as her body moved to the music. Next, standing just out of his reach, she began to move her hips and stroke her hands up her body and back down. Clay could feel himself twitching in his underwear.

"Em, c'mon. Let's go to bed."

He tried to grab her hand, but she stepped away and wagged her finger at him.

"Uh uh…not yet."

Turning her back to him, she undulated her hips and then bent at the waist. As she stood up, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it off over her head. As she tossed the garment away, she glanced over her shoulder at Clay. His fingers were twisted in the sheets and she could see his hardened length straining underneath his zipper. Continuing her movements, she turned to face him. As the chorus neared, she leaned in, placing a hand on each of his thighs and swaying her body right in front of him.

"Shit, baby."

She smirked and winked at him, turning to swivel her hips in his lap. As he felt her ass make contact with his erection, he was completely convinced that she was 100% in control. Emma laid back in his arms and pulled off her leggings. Leaving her in just her thong and bra. Just before he could band his arms around her. She slid off his lap and sank to the floor between his legs. Still on her knees, she reached behind herself and unclasped her bra and slid the straps down her arms and tossed it behind her. She pressed herself closer to him and slid her entire body against him, using his shoulders as leverage to help her into a standing position. He watched her hands caress up her body to her breasts as she sang the lyrics to the song, softly.

"Sometin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout you

Makes me wanna do things that I shouldn't…"

He bit his lip and cursed under his breath. There was no way that any lap dance Sonny was paying for tonight could be hotter than what Emma was doing for him right now.

"Fuck, Emmie."

He was completely under her spell. This time, when he reached for her, she didn't move away, but let him pull her to his body. He flipped them over until he hovered over her on the bed.

"Tell me what you want me to do again," he growled.

Never breaking eye contact, she tangled her hands in his hair and told him exactly what she wanted from him.

"I want you to fuck me!"

He growled again and took her lips in a bruising kiss. Between nipping and licking each other's skin, Clay managed to pull off his t-shirt and unzip his pants. When he stood up briefly, to step out of his shoes and his jeans, Emma whimpered. She started to dip her fingers under the lace of her underwear, but he grabbed her wrist.

"Ah, uh."

She writhed, trying to get some sort of relief. Clay tugged on the side of her thong, pulling it tight against her. The friction was delicious. Just as she closed her eyes and started to move, he pulled, and with one tug, ripped them from her body. She gasped and her eyes popped open in surprise.

"Clay…" she begged.

He covered her body with his and plunged into her with one slick thrust. Both of them groaned in pleasure. Emma wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her ankles behind him. Her grip on his shoulders got tighter as he drove deeper and deeper into her. She could feel herself climbing higher and higher with each thrust.

Wanting to give as good as she as got. Emma contracted herself around him each time he pulled back from her.

"God, so tight baby. So good Em. You feel so good."

Emma sucked at his neck and nipped his lips.

"Harder Clay, pleeeease, more."

Clay doubled his efforts and soon he felt her pulse around him, and she cried out his name. He rode her through her orgasm and sent her spiraling immediately into another she felt him spill inside her.

"Emma, God! Em!"

Clay pulled her close and rolled them to their sides. Both were breathing heaving and perspiring with their efforts. He kissed across her jaw and down her neck. Finally, their heart beats slowed, and their panting calmed. Emma stretched to kiss him, licking into his mouth.

When their kiss ended, she nuzzled into his shoulder and purred her contentment.

"You good Em?"

"Mmmm, you?"

"Hell yea."

She traced her fingers across his chest as she spoke.

"Do you supposed that they heard us? We weren't very quiet."

Clay hadn't even thought of that. He was too caught up in the feel of her around him. Now, after that, he couldn't bring himself to care.

"I doubt it. They were both pretty much out when I left them out there."

"Thank goodness," she giggled.

Clay rolled them so he could pull the covers up over their bodies. Emma snuggled in against him and closed her eyes. He laughed softly to himself before joining her in slumber. The guys were right, he'd been in trouble when he got home, and he'd never been so happy about it.