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A/N : This chapter is best accompanied with a song. I'll explain below.

A BIG, GIANT THANKS to my superb, amazing and wonderful beta, Jake's Pup. You are a heaven sent. Thank you!

First, thanks for all your wonderful reviews, follows & favorites. You guys just keep pushing me to update faster! I appreciate it :')

SereneCalamity : Jacob is beautiful no matter how his hairstyle is. He is simply gorgeous. However, you probably gonna be shock if I tell you who I imagine as Jacob when I wrote the story. Haha. But I'm not gonna tell anyone. It's my secret.

jessa76: You are my most cherish loyal reviewer. Thank you so much! For your questions, one, Emmett is not married. I don't think he would want to risk a wife and a child in his line of work. It's just too dangerous. Two, I might explore the friendship between Emmett and Vince. But I can't really tell you at the moment :P

cricket5144: I'm so honored to be your first! Jacob & Emmett together is just so precious! And you gotta check other works here in FF! There are many stories pairing them together and the authors have done beautiful job in it. It's what get me hooked to this pair.

Lastly, the song you should listen to is called "Bloodstream" by Stateless. So search and download it first. But don't play it, until you get to last part of this chapter.

Below is the lyrics, soaked it in first, then when you get to last part of this chapter, you play the song :

"Bloodstream"

Wake up and look me in the eyes again
I need to feel your hand upon my face
Words can be like knives
They can cut you open
And then the silence surrounds you
And haunts you

I think I might've inhaled you
I can feel you behind my eyes
You've gotten into my bloodstream
I can feel you flowing in me

Words can be like knives
They can cut you open
And then the silence surrounds you
And haunts you

I think I might've inhaled you
I can feel you behind my eyes
You've gotten into my bloodstream
I can feel you flowing in me

The spaces in between
Two minds and all the places they have been
The spaces in between
I try to put my finger on it
I try to put my finger on it

I think I might've inhaled you
I can feel you behind my eyes
You've gotten into my bloodstream
I can feel you flowing in me

I think I might've inhaled you
I can feel you behind my eyes
You've gotten into my bloodstream

I can feel you floating in me

So enjoy!

Warnings : Explicit sexual content, heavy mention of prostitution.

Chapter 4 : Bloodstream

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I was about to knock on the door for the second time, when the door suddenly opened with Emmett's welcoming smile. But one look at my face and his smile dropped, his eyes zeroing in on the fading bruise barely visible under the concealer.

Shit.

I swallowed nervously and let myself in. As I entered the room, pushing past the blond, I felt his eyes on my back. I turned towards him and as the door shut, a dam was opened.

"Umm..."

He charged at me like a bull, taking three long strides, before he had my face in his hands. His frown deepened across his handsome face. A small gasp escaped my lips at the sudden movement. My hand gripped his wrists hard, trying to keep myself steady. I watched Emmett as he examined my bruised cheek closely and carefully in his gentle hands.

I could feel Emmett's breathing ghosting over my face as he tilted my chin, my nose picking up his sweet smell.

My eyes fluttered as his scent completely enveloped me and his powerful arms enveloped me. When Emmett finally spoke, his voice was low and dangerous, sending a jolt through me, "Who did this?"

I was startled, having expected a question or two about my eye but not this. Not this genuine concern, and barely hidden anger at whoever did this to me. This was all too scary for me. I wanted to hide in those big arms, wrapped so tightly around me to keep me safe but it was unfair to think myself worthy of any of it.

"No one", I whispered, a lie usually passed my lips fluently, but Emmett's warm hands on my face cracked my walls.

So I told him the truth instead, "A client". Emmett was still looking at me, still waiting.

Lie.

"But Vince dealt with him... So he's been taken care of", I whispered.

I was shaking hard. Emmett scared me, His intense blue eyes flickering across my face, searching for the truth. He let me go, not satisfied in the least of the information I gave him. He took a few steps back, turning away and go to the window.

I exhaled shakily, my legs feeling like jelly. I half collapsed on the foot of the bed and rubbed my thighs, attempting to calm my nerves.

Calm yourself. You're okay.

"I apologize," Emmett muttered suddenly, from across the room, after a few minutes of silence.

I looked over at him slowly, watching him standing near the window with a stunning view of the city from the sky. His mouth was pressed into a thin line, his muscled arms bunched folded on his chest.

"That was out of line" He said with his head looking down like he was ashamed of it.

"You scared me…" I admitted quietly. For once the taste of truth on my lips was strange yet not forbidden. And it was the truth. He scared me from the first moment his hands touched my skin.

He turned to face me, his face contorted into the saddest expression I've ever seen. He spoke so softly it almost rumbled from his chest, "I didn't mean to, sweetheart. Really. I just can't control my temper sometimes".

My gaze fell away as I looked down to my hands. That I knew, because I too sometime couldn't control my temper. But why? Why would he get so concerned over a whore with a black eye?

"I'm really sorry, sweetheart" he said softly.

I looked up at him, realizing that I didn't notice he had moved from the window. He was now standing in front of me with his clear blue eyes looking down on me.

There is a fine line between a client and a whore. And that is a whore always knows its' place.

I got off the bed and approached him slowly. I stood in front of him, my body pressed to his strong chest, and my fingers gripping his shirt, right above the ripples of his abdomen. Blood swelled through my cock and nudged his thigh from the confines of my jeans.

"Make it up to me, daddy…" I whispered. "Please".

Emmett swallowed roughly, his hands gripping my hips.

/

Every time I tried to put my hands on him, to touch his skin, to pleasure his body the way I should have, he pushed my hands away, pushing me back on the bed with a small shake of his head. It was just so frustrating. The first time it happened when he fucked me, it scared me, and made me want to hide, but the second time it happened, as hard as it was for me to admit it, I couldn't deny his touch anymore. His loving lips, his gentle hands, his soft blue eyes, his smiles… warmth through every part of my body. I wanted his touch, craved for it. He awoke a hunger that ate at me. A hunger only he could satisfy.

I moaned louder as his teeth nipped my nipples lightly, his fingers running down my ribs. I couldn't help but writhe when his fingers pinched the sensitive nerves below my ribs.

He looked up from my chest with a wide grin.

Oh no.

I prepared to block away his naughty fingers but he was faster than me, as his fingers tickled my spot.

I gasped while the tingling feeling consumed my body, "Emmett!" I giggled.

"Oh, what's this?" he chuckled, "You're ticklish, huh?" He laughed as his fingers continued to attack me.

I gasped and squealed, "Ah-No!" I laughed in delight.

"No?" Emmett asked as he laughed heartily.

I was actually laughing again and gasping before I realised it, with Emmett between my legs, giggling as I writhed harder against him. Emmett tickled me again, while I was shouting 'no' but laughing despite the torture, feeling my body become hot and sensitive.

"Emmett-" A high pitch little squeal left me as the blond blew a raspberry onto my stomach, and when I lifted my hips, my face burned in embarrassment as my hard cock rubbed against his chest.

Emmett noticed it at the same time and he peeked up at me, a smirk on his lips.

"Don't you say anything" I panted breathlessly upon seeing Emmett's lips parting to speak, to make fun of me for getting hard during a tickle fight that was obviously one sided.

But he didn't. He just laughed softly and began to kiss his way down my navel.

God, he's infuriating.

His hands stroked my cock to complete hardness, while I panted and gasped as his mouth licked my cock, sucking and giving sweet little kisses. No matter how hard I tugged at his hair to let me up, he just went back to sucking even harder, leaving me writhing like a puddle of jelly on the bed. I felt myself dangerously close to cumming so I told him so, panting softly, but he just continued to suck me harder and seconds later, I came with a mewl tugging on his short blond hair.

The blond nipped at my thigh as I pouted and squirmed my thighs closer, "Don't…"

"Why not?" Emmett mumbled on my skin, nipping me at the sensitive spots near my groin.

Because I'm a whore. A very pricey whore. You paid me. You used my body for the night. Because tomorrow, I'll return to bed with another man and I can't pretend I can't feel your mark and not thinking about you when they fuck me.

But I couldn't answer.

Not when my whole body burned with pleasure as his fingers stroked my entrance. I bit my lips hard, fighting a moan that threatened to spill out of my mouth.

He manhandled me onto my stomach, placing a pillow under my slim hips before spreading my small, newly marked thighs. I shuddered as Emmett spread my cheeks, exposing my entrance to the air, and licked it after a moment of admiring. A deep ruby blush painted my cheeks at the muffled praises he gave me. I quietly listened to the older man's hums and groans as he pleasured me like no one ever have.

My second orgasm came like colliding stars from a mix of Emmett's tongue and fingers. I was a complete and utter mess. I pushed away the soiled pillow to the floor as I turned to lie on my back and catch my breath. I looked at Emmett and laughed softly at how ridiculous he looked— messy haired, with his shirt two buttons undone, saliva dripping down his stubble jaw.

"Have I made it up to you?" He asked.

I nodded in a daze of admiration. Two orgasms in under half an hour.

God, he's totally ruined me.

Emmett laughed joyfully with a wide grin and squinted eyes, "Shower?"

I shook my head. His eyes stared at me but he didn't push it again like last time.

"How about some food?" He offered with a smile.

At the mention of food, my stomach growled and I chuckled at the perfect timing.

"Beef supreme pizza" I murmured.

His smile brightened, "Aren't you a hungry baby?" he chuckled as I watched him leave the bed and make his way to the phone, sitting on the desk across the room.

I ignored the rush of affection I felt for the man across the room, dressed in a mussed suit and carefully undone hair.

/

Food wasn't a necessary comfort for me, but I loved good food just as much as I loved good sex. So when I was given good food before good sex, I was totally out of my element.

I moaned happily as I took another bite of the gooey cheese pizza. I curled my toes in happiness while I ate as I sighed and chewed my food.

We were both sitting on the bed, with Emmett propped on his side, enjoying his pizza too, while looking at me. My other hand pulled the sheet up my naked lap when Emmett tried to tug it back down. Asshole. I gave him a brief glare as he chuckled brightly.

I hid my smile though I'm sure my eyes gave me away. The contentment I felt just after the first hour of the evening was striking. But it wasn't just that. It was the fact that I didn't completely cover it up, ran away like how I used to do.

I wasn't panicking. I felt so calm in his presence that I didn't feel worried that he yet again made me forget all those layers that hid me from who I really am.

Don't get comfortable.

"Can I ask you something?"

I looked up from my pizza, twirling a bit of mozzarella dangling from the slice in my fingers. What could Emmett possibly want to know about a whore like me? How old I was? Where I lived? Why I became a prostitute? What happened in my past?

I smacked my lips nervously looking down, wiping my mouth with a tissue. "Sure, but only if I can ask one in return"

"Deal," Emmett peeled a big chunk of green pepper from his own slice and threw it into the pizza box, and the silence that followed consumed me, making my hair stand at the back of my neck.

Finally he spoke, "What is with the shower thing?"

I half expected that question would come out eventually, if I were being honest.

I took a bite to stall, chewing thoughtfully, as I leaned down on one arm, taking the green pepper that Emmett threw just now and putting it onto my slice. He bought the pizza with cash, but I saw bills upon bills stacked together and tucked snugly in his leather wallet. It's weird seeing rich people with that much cash, since most of them were so fond of their plastic deluxe cards. Even Richard always carried around at least 6 credit cards and seldom used cash. Maybe Emmett preferred to use cash instead? Old money style?

"I like to shower alone. Sharing a shower is weird" I muttered.

Emmett's eyebrows lifted, but he looked far from impressed or surprised, "You're a terrible liar sweetheart" he hummed.

"I'm usually much better at it." I admitted without much thought and glared out the window as Emmett laughs.

I glared hard at him, "You pay me to lie, Emmett"

"No, I pay you to call me 'daddy' and let me fuck you"

He's so brutally honest. And he's right.

"I like it when you fuck me…"

"I know— that's not the point" Emmett laughed.

He smiled as he took another pizza, his brows raised as he looked at me and asked, "Do you lie to your other clients too?"

I sniffed, "It's my turn to ask question".

Emmett peeled the olives from his pizza slice and threw them away into the box, before nodding and mumbling, "Si, Si"

I looked at the little pieces of the olives with a frown, "Not my actual question anyway, but why the hell aren't you eating your vegetables?"

Emmett glanced down at them and made a face so boyish, I had a sudden urge to kiss his lips, "They're gross"

He's a man-child.

"You're dangerously close to having your pizza privilege taken away" I warned as I reached to take them between my fingers and placed them on my slice.

"You're going to order and pay next time?" Emmett smirked.

I lifted my brows and asked, "Next time?"

Emmett had the nerve of looking shy. He looked so ridiculously endearing as he smiled and looked down at his food. It frustrated me beyond belief that a man at his age could look so cute.

While watching the blond with an intense gaze, I asked in a soft voice, "What is your name?"

Emmett looked up to me and said, "Emmett McCarty Cullen"

Emmett McCarty Cullen.

I imprinted his name in my mind, tattooing it in every corner, "Jacob Black", I whispered.

He looked surprised, but didn't say anything. He just smiled and rubbed his lips with his thumb, clearly elated over the simple little bit of knowledge. I felt ridiculously giddy, like a kid fighting back a smile, as I looked down to my lap so I wouldn't have to see Emmett's face.

"How old are you, Jacob?" he asked.

"Guess."

He leaned back as he looked at me, his eyes stopping at my face. He looked thoughtful, like his mind was working like a computer, his brows furrowing a little in the middle. He looked funny and I was about to laugh when he said, "Twenty."

I nodded and Emmett tipped his head and began to laugh, covering his eyes and shaking his head. I looked at him quizzically.

"What?" I asked, eyeing the man, "Why are you laughing?"

"I'm thirty four, sweetheart"

A smile broke out on my lips, full of disbelief and pleasure. A chuckle threatened to escape as I stared at the man in front of me, "Really?" I asked, stopping my smile as I bit my bottom lip.

"Yes."

A fourteen year age difference.

"I guess I should be calling you 'daddy'," I muttered and Emmett burst out laughing, his eyes crinkling so lovely in the corners and his teeth perfectly lined.

My heart fluttered in my chest, and I quickly looked away.

Hook, line and sink.

I was well past the point of return. His laid back attitude, but also caring and gentle at the same time, was alluring. His attention to me was so honest and sincere, and I wasn't used to it. I grew up poor, robbed of love and meaning. Human attention filled the void, but only for so long. People came and went, I've been thrown away, unwanted, cast aside many times. But the craving never went away, like a cigarette itch. I wanted to be spoiled again and again until I was absolutely rotten.

Emmett looked me in the eye, and I forgot all about the cooling pizza between us, feeling a faint and sudden throb of arousal in my groin.

Recognising the lust in my eyes, Emmett asked, "Done with the pizza, baby?"

"Yes daddy," I whispered, already breathless.

/

I rode Emmett hard, bouncing up and down on his lap, his cock was so deep in me, reaching places that no one ever did. I threw my head back and moaned shakily under my breaths, while my hands wrapped around his shoulders, holding tightly, feeling like I was about to float in the air.

Emmett's hands were everywhere on me, touching my hard stomach, pinching my pert little nipples. He occasionally leaned up to lick them, my body shivering at the feeling of those big, rough hands wrapped tightly around my waist. I whined and ground my hips down in desperation, wanting to be taken away by the pleasure he gave me.

I moaned louder as I came without a single touch of my cock. Just the rubbing of my prostate again and again made me cum, striping Emmett's stomach with white. I shuddered as I came, clenching tightly around the latex covered giant inside me and hearing Emmett's groans. The twitching signaled the end, and I sighed, catching my breath as I sat on his lap and pushed my long hair back. Emmett ran his fingers through my hair. His large hands splayed across my back, then crawled up to my neck, tilting my head to the side as his tongue licked my collarbone and the long column of my neck, inhaling my scent after sex.

He hummed as he placed a kiss below my ear, "So how do you do trips?" Emmett asked once he caught his breath, rubbing his strong hands up and down my thighs, as I still attempted to catch my own.

I held up my index finger, signaling for Emmett to wait a minute, and Emmett laughed, playfully pinching my hipbone.

"I can't schedule a trip by myself. You need to talk to Vince first" I muttered.

"I can talk to Vince," Emmett hummed, "And if he refuses, I'll offer to pay extra"

I doubted I was even worth all the money, but I hummed back, looking at the man in front of me, "Very unlikely that he's not going to agree, but he does get pretty annoying to deal with."

Emmett laughed again but grunted as I pulled myself off his lap and flopped down next to him, "He does, doesn't he?" Emmett got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to wash off the mess.

"How long will we go?" I asked, laying one hand on my stomach and throwing my other arm on the bed.

Emmett settled onto the bed again, and laid beside me, "Five days, give or take. It depends." Emmett hummed as I ignored his admiring eyes on me.

"On?"

Emmet slid his arm around me and I had to stop the shiver running all over my body as Emmett cuddled me from behind, "Some business."

"What business?" I whispered so low Emmett barely heard me, as he pulled my back flush to his chest, cuddling me.

"You're nosy, aren't you, sweetheart?" He mumbled, ducking behind my ear to inhale my scent, nuzzling the soft damp hair on my nape.

"I have to be," I muttered, liking how our skin stuck together and the way Emmett's heat behind me warmed me to my core. ״It keeps me entertained."

"You're hard to please," Emmett teased with a light tone, but I didn't dare deny him.

Having him like this here is enough.

/

When I woke up, there was a grogginess hazing my eyes that I desperately tried to clear by blinking hard a few times. The darkness of the room was what I noticed first. It was early dawn, and the moonlight was still bright through the curtains as it spilled all over the carpet. I felt peaceful but restless at the same time.

Then, a faint snoring sounded just behind me. An undeniable warmth near me, drew me in, but I was too shy to look back. I lifted my hand from under the blanket and rubbed my eyes, clearing the fuzziness and looking back at the window.

You spent the night.

I did, didn't I? It wasn't anything new. I've done it with clients many times, but this was the first time with Emmett.

The last thing I remembered was dozing off, feeling Emmett's warmth behind me, little kisses peppered on the nape of my neck, before the lights turned off. The warmth of Emmett's body was something that even the finest of blankets couldn't offer. I knew that I should've said no, should've refused, pushed him away saying that I needed space to sleep, but I didn't. I let myself indulge in the warmth of Emmett's naked body, the press of his hard muscles against my back and the hairs of Emmett's legs tickling the back of my smooth shaven calves.

I loved it.

I laid in bed in the dark, hot, tired, sticky skinned and sweaty from last night. If I were still sane, I should have been long gone by now. Strangely, I didn't feel the urge to run inside my shower and scrub myself raw. I felt sticky and reeking from last night but the panic and overwhelming feeling wasn't there. Instead I focused on the breathes ghosting over my neck and shoulders. Emmett's arm, heavy over my waist, seared over my skin like a low flame, almost as if branding me like a hot iron.

I trailed my fingertips lightly over the blond hair of his forearm, my eyes downcast over his fingers on my chest, as I slipped mine between them.

Emmett gently squeezed back. For a moment I wondered, too afraid to ask if he awoke. But his continued soft rhythmic breathing that filled the air confirmed that the Italian angel was still sleeping. Carefully, I turned my head over my shoulder.

My eyes came to rest on his peaceful face, soaking in his features. The strong nose, the fanned and thick eyelashes, those soft lines in his skin around his mouth, eyes and forehead. They were smoothed out, as his lips parted gently for deep, even breaths. His hair, always so perfectly gelled, was now tousled everywhere and his stubbled jaw was thicker and rougher. With barely any sheets covering him, I was left with his body, fully exposed for my hungry eyes as he cuddled me from behind.

My fingers twitched to touch his skin all over his body, to feel. I continued to look until I gave in and reached up to press a light kiss to his sandpaper-rough cheek.

Emmett hummed contently in his sleep and my face flushed as his fingers curled around my body even tighter. My secret touched ends when I relaced our fingers. I felt a raw vulnerability, but at the same time safe, having this comfort with a stranger as I slipped back into sleep.

/

TBC

A/N : If you haven't listened to the song, now is the good time! The song is so beautiful. And its what inspired me to write this story.

The lyrics is basically the theme of this story. Two souls, a perfect match to each other met in an unlikely situation were caught tangled beyond their wildest dreams.

Oh wow, I think I'm gonna put that in my summary. Lol.

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