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A/N : I'm terribly sorry for the late update. Life was getting in the way. I'm really sorry for making you guys waiting. But don't worry here another chapter for you guys, I hope it was well worth the wait. Billion thanks to my beta, Jake's Pup, no words can express my gratitude to him.

And thanks for all your wonderful reviews, follows & favorites. Now, some reviews replies:

TillITryIllNeverKnow: Haha, I'm betting all my money on Emmett. He's not that far from tearing down all Jacob's walls permanently.

SereneCalamity : Hahaha. I think it's good because you can imagine anyone you like as Jacob. And for Tyler.. The reason I imagine him as Phoenix is because he really does scare me. I mean, his features is so strong and that hard stare he always had in Teen Wolf, sometimes creeps me out. He also seems to have a very strong character but at the same time mysterious and dark. He is a perfect mafia boss's right hand man.

girl black20 : Emmett would do anything to protect Jacob. Emmett have a very strong protective streak. He's not possessive, he's protective. The reason because, one, he's a mafia boss. He needs to protect himself, his men, his business, his clan. And second, he protects people he loves.

zombiephantom17 : Awww… I'm so speechless right now. Thank you so much for reading my works. And to be re-reading it again and again… Thank you for your support ;')

By the way, just to announce that I have a completed a draft up for a new story! Ah, I can't wait to start working on it after I finish with Bloodstream. And yeah, its another Emmett/Jacob slash. Human AU. Cops, murder, really heavy sexual tension. Interested?

Anyway, this chapter title doesn't make sense at all, but I really have no idea what else to name it. But I like the lyrics and the song so I guess, it'll do.

Warnings : Explicit sexual content, Daddy Kink.

You push it hard, I pull away, I'm feeling hotter than fire

I guess that no one ever really made me feel that much higher

Te deseo, carino, boy, it's you I desire

Your love, your love, my love

~ West Coast by Lana Del Rey

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Chapter 7 : West Coast

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Bright, shiny, sunny, lush, expensive…

The room was big and bright, all the hardwood flooring, colour coded decoration and wooden furnishings were stained dark and polished. Simply luxurious with the biggest and fluffiest bed that I have ever seen. I dumped my luggage near the entrance with no grace at all and went in further into the room, looking around with wide eyes, while leaving Emmett alone to put away our things in the mirrored closet.

I immediately went to the large ceiling to floor window across the room and stared out towards the sandy beach by the beautiful, blue sea with wide eyes as my lips parted in awe.

Miami South Beach as it was laid out in front of me, open and ready, like a toy in front of a child was beautiful and thrilling. The possibilities were endless from up here. Both overwhelming and exciting.

"What do you think?" Emmett was beside me, breaking my thoughts with his voice deep and rumbling as he gazed at me.

"It's…" I whispered, licking my lips trying to find a word to explain as I stared at the view. But I couldn't. I was rendered speechless and when I looked up to Emmett, the blond looked absolutely delighted and I thought for a second that Emmett's smiles outshone the sun.

Emmett left my side, and I pressed my palm on the glass window looking down below to the beach, a thrill shooting up my spine.

"Hungry, sweetheart?" Emmett asked somewhere behind me.

"Famished" I murmured as I forced myself away from the window.

/

When we stepped into the lobby, another black car was waiting for us, this time a Mercedes and without Phoenix lingering behind.

Emmett opened the door for me and followed in, closing it behind me after looking around briefly. Other people— normal people at least— would find the behaviour as over conscious. But I realised that it was a habit, more of a natural instinct for the mafia boss. And that scared me. Because I was afraid of the unknown. I had been scared of Emmett, still was, in fact. But only because Emmett was a mystery to me that I'll probably never solve.

We arrived at a Japanese restaurant, a cute little restaurant tucked away at the corner of one street. Apparently, it was Emmett's favourite restaurant and he visited every time he was in the city. I asked him if he came there often but the moment we stepped in, and the hostess made eye contact with Emmett, she led us into the back without a word. I knew my answer then.

We walked past the other customers to a little private booth in the back, dimly lit and dare I say, a little romantic. There was a traditional painted picture hanging on the wall and little lanterns hanging over our heads. The table was a shiny black marble with a red plush 'U' shaped seating that made me sink into the cushions when I sat down across from Emmett.

Green tea was poured and we sipped on the sake the moment it was placed on our table. I took the glass and gave it a little sniff before sipping it down to my throat. It tasted like a very dry white wine, I decided, and I liked wine. Apparently, so did Emmett.

"You don't seem like a person who likes wine." I murmured, lips behind the rim of my glass, taking another sip, as I looked at my client.

"Not often" Emmett hummed and smiled, and sipped from his glass.

The waitress came back with what looked like appetizers, salads and soups, placing the little dishes one by one onto the table. I couldn't help my smirk from growing on my face. I was simply amused by the fact that Emmett had to just walk in here, without saying anything and the staff seemed to know what he wanted. Obviously, Emmett had been here a lot more than he let on.

"What?" Emmett noticed my smirk.

"Nothing." I shrugged, licking my lips and reaching for a pair of chopsticks, "Tell me about what I'm going to be putting in my mouth."

Emmett named every single little dish, in English, and why he liked it. My palate had tasted the various dishes on the table, from miso soup to squid with a tangy sauce. I tried everything, sometime making a face at the less than appealing tastes and hummed at the ones that suited me. Emmett ate everything without a second thought, his big hands holding the delicate chopsticks between his fingers, methodical and precise.

This man, as I came to realize by the time we were almost done with our meal, loved his food. I had thought Emmett to be a steak and wine kind of guy.

"So, what is your favourite drink?" I asked.

Emmett looked thoughtful for a moment before he nodded at the waitress standing by. The waitress came over and Emmett whispered something to her. She nodded and went away.

I raised my eyebrow at him, still waiting for his answer to my question.

Emmett chuckled, "I thought to have you taste my favourite drink instead. She'll bring it to us later."

"Hm… a nice gesture for a first date." I hummed and grinned at him.

Emmett's face lit up like a Christmas tree as he laughed beautifully, "Well, I was hoping to impress you."

The waitress came back again, this time bringing two small round shaped wine glasses on her tray, placing them on the table.

Emmett took his glass and cupped the bottom of the wineglass, "This is a Hennessy Ellipse. One of my favourite cognac. And this restaurant is serving one of 2000 bottles ever produced in the world"

I raised my eyebrow at that. Such a rare drink surely must be expensive. I picked up the glass and watched Emmett as he continued.

"The best Cognac is the one that you experience in its' entirety. It's a complex drink due to its rarity, not meant to be chugged down, or else you'll lose the experience" Emmett lifted his glass, "Cognac is best served in a cognac glass. A tulip shaped glass like this one is perfect for Cognac. Most Cognac drinkers prefer their eaux-de-vie at hand temperature. You hold the glass in your hand, allowing your body heat to gently warm the glass. Because, at warm temperature, the spirit releases highly delicate notes that you wouldn't notice at normal temperature."

At that, I brought the glass closer and placed my nose on the edge of the wineglass, inhaling the intoxicating the aroma. I was surprised when the scent wafted into my nose, "It smells like flowers."

Emmett sniffed his glass and hummed as he said, "Floral scents may hint of violets or roses, while fruity scents may suggest grapefruits or plums. Then, the tasting. You take a small sip to ensure you will be able to distinguish all the flavours the Cognac has to offer. Let the Cognac pass over your tongue slowly so that you can enjoy its' complex texture"

I tilted my glass and took my first sip of Cognac. I let the drink coat my entire tongue and mouth. It had a slight undertone of wine, but its flavours were very different. And true enough, it was a complex drink. It had its' own unique flavour. But I was still not sure if I liked the taste. Maybe in time.

"What do you think?" Emmett asked after he took his sip, humming in satisfaction.

"I don't know much about alcohol and Japanese food, but I guess it's nice." I said as I took another sip.

Emmett looked at me and chuckled, "You really are hard to please."

I smiled at him and placed the glass back on the table, "So, what else are we doing today?" I asked softly as I leaned forward to Emmett, my elbow on the table as I tugged back my long hair behind my ear.

The way Emmett's constant smile dropped made me pause, my eyes stopped blinking as I watched the Italian's handsome face as small emotions flickered over it.

"I'll be busy this evening." Emmett's voice was low, in a way that I knew he was being serious, "Phoenix is going to accompany you to whatever you want to do."

A babysitter…

There was a sudden flare of anger rising in me, burning me quickly with an almost bratty attitude that made me want to say 'you are supposed to accompany me in this trip, not leave me'. But I swallowed down roughly as I flicked my eyes away, feeling my throat close up with a thought…

You're here for Emmett. Not the other way around.

Right. I was a whore, he was a client. This was business, for both of us. This was not one of Richard's little gateway with his missus that its' sole purpose was spending time and money on me. I was allowed to act like a spoiled brat because that was what I was paid for.

No. I still had to play my part. I was here for Emmett. I was just a pretty little face with a nice ass that offered the mafia boss a fleeting diversion whenever, wherever and however he wanted it.

I gulped down the rest of the Cognac, relishing the burn it caused as it ran down my throat and settled warmly in my stomach.

"I don't need a babysitter," I muttered, hating how bitter I sounded and the fact that I couldn't stop it.

Emmett's face pinched a little, probably in annoyance or something akin to that, but he just sighed and looked at me, like he always did.

"He's not babysitting you, sweetheart"

Don't call me that.

"He's keeping you safe when I can't"

I shifted in my seat, my mood gone. My face turned away from Emmett, looking at the restaurant and its' few customers.

Emmett mumbled in frustrated Italian under his breath, and I looked down to the floor. I felt Emmett move over closer to me, so close until I could feel his breath on my neck.

"Don't be upset with me, Jacob" The Italian muttered, his voice dancing on my skin.

I could smell Emmett's cologne, faintly. It made my eyelids flutter, but still I didn't say anything.

For a while I thought, Emmett wouldn't try anything. Richard would be rubbing my shoulder by then, kissing my knuckles, quietly pleading for me to talk, making promises that only money can buy.

There were a few minutes of quiet shuffling before Emmett finally spoke, his voice low and thoughtful, "I know you're upset with me. You can ignore me for the rest of the day, if you want. But, please, just listen."

I clenched my jaw and pressed my nails hard into my palm.

"I have business, every day after tonight, for a few hours. You'll spend those few hours with Phoenix, doing whatever you want to do. When that is done, I'm yours. You can tie me to the bed and leave me, if you want, or we can go out and have a good time. Whatever you want, I promise."

Promises, yuck.

"Now you sound like the whore" I muttered, unable to stop myself. Luckily, Emmett chuckled.

"Anything to make you happy, sweetheart"

Somehow, I knew he was telling the truth.

/

I wasn't happy about being left behind, but it wasn't like I had any other choices in the matter. Emmett had business. And it would only be normal that it would take a few hours.

I assumed that it would. Though I still had no idea what exactly Emmett's business was in the underground world. He didn't reveal anything and it fed my curiosity, like a fish gaping up at a bait.

It wasn't enough that he left me to wander in this big city alone, he also left me thinking about him, which I knew would take most of the space in my mostly addled brain all day long. I was to be left to worry, thinking about him.

And that wasn't fair. Why should I be the one to be left feeling miserable? I packed my things and went on this trip because I would be spending time in a Miami with a handsome mafia boss. And now that he'd be gone most of the day, leaving me… I felt… wounded.

After our meal, and after I had recovered from my little outburst, I leaned forward and placed a sweet little kiss to the corner of Emmett's mouth, pulling away as soon as I felt the Italian trying to respond. I gave him a small smile and whispered a simple little thank you before slipping out of the booth, flipping my long black hair as I walked to the entrance.

The heat of the afternoon swallowed me whole as I stood outside, the sun reflecting off skyscrapers. Emmett appeared a moment later, a hand pressing into my lower back, firm and guiding, as the black Mercedes rolled up in front of us.

I felt Emmett's hand against my ass as I got into the car, large fingertips gently digging into the denim. I decided, it's only right to thank Emmett for the meal properly.

The driver signalled into the merging lane as we pulled away from the curb, asking, "Where to, sir?"

Emmett looked to me, brow ticked, and I glanced back. I didn't think I have to work hard to seduce Emmett, as I placed my hand on my client's thigh and slid it higher towards his crotch, my eyes not daring to look away.

I nearly smirked when Emmett clenched his jaw, his voice deep, soft blue eyes gazing at my lips as he responded, "The Setai, please"

My fingers brushed his crotch and I shifted closer to press my side to Emmett's body, cupping him through the denim with my palm, "I thought you had meetings…" I muttered, watching Emmett's mouth, admiring the stubble along his jaw and cheeks.

Emmett's hand covered mine, keeping it in place a few inches away from his crotch when I tried to rub him, "I still have a few hours" his voice deep as he rumbled.

I smirked, settling against him comfortably, with his palm warming the back of my hand as I looked out of the tinted window.

/

We both got along really well during sex. So much went unsaid between us, but the touches and the kisses spoke louder. I could kiss Emmett with my lying lips and know that the blond understood completely. I could trust Emmett to be rough but gentle when needed, like his soft eyes, as blue as the sky under the summer sun.

Not that I was complaining. It seemed that mine and Emmett's sexual preferences were pretty compatible.

Maybe too much. It was frightening how well Emmett could play my body just after a couple of nights. Sometimes, it only took as much as one look, or the careless brush of fingers against my skin, and my whole body was on fire.

Even now, as Emmett mouthed the side of my neck while I struggled to unlock the suite with the key card, tilting my neck to the side with a moan when the Italian managed to suck at my sensitive spot. Emmett grabbed me and I gasped in barely concealed desperation as I was swept away off the ground and carried inside the room once the door gave away.

I supposed it had been a while for both of us.

The door shut quietly behind us, as I lost myself in Emmett's arms, winding my own around the mafia boss's neck as he carried me to the bed.

I was pressed onto the duvet as Emmett slid his tongue between my parted lips, gasping and arching underneath the weight of Emmett's body. Emmett, so big, so strong and warm on top of me.

"Daddy," I whispered breathlessly as those lips travelled to my jaw, as teeth bit my skin while rough hands snuck between my legs to pull at my jeans. Emmett's movements were hurried, rougher than the first time, and I was already hard because of it, "Daddy, please".

My shirt, followed by my jeans were thrown away as I laid there only in my underwear.

"You wet for me baby? I bet you are" Emmett grunted, pushing the band of my underwear down my small hip, my cock leaking precum as it stained the front of my boxers, "Yeah, look at you."

I whined, my face burning with shame. I rolled my hips up against Emmett's, rubbing myself against the rough denim, not caring that I was spreading precum over the high end denim.

I stared at Emmett as he removed his shirt. I sat up and helped him remove the offending piece of fabric, brushing my fingers over his muscled abs and pecks, moving my fingers up and down, feeling each bulge of those hard, defined muscles, down, down until I scratched the happy trail of soft hairs leading to his swollen cock.

"So big, daddy," I whispered, my eyes stuck on the thickness of Emmett's impressive length's size, until I had both of my hands around him. I lightly touched his beast of a cock, as I traced the veins. Emmett moaned as I cupped his balls, giving them a light squeeze.

I pushed Emmett to the bed, as our position flipped when I straddled his legs. I took his cock in my hand, lifting it up as I licked the underside from base to tip. I pulled the foreskin back, revealing the pink tip of Emmett's massive cock. I kissed the pink head wetly, Emmett moaned as I whined in the back of my throat. Emmett met my gaze as I took the head again, slapping the tip of it against my tongue, relishing the wet sound it made, and then forming my lips around the engorged head, suckling wetly in a way that made Emmett groan.

I couldn't get over how thick he was. Everything about him was gigantic. My hand barely wrapped around his cock, as I stroked him slowly while sucking him hard, flicking my tongue over the veins, nibbling at the base, inhaling the musky scent from his balls.

I was careful to keep my teeth away as I sucked and swirled my tongue, moaning obscenely as I felt his weight rest on my tongue.

"You like sucking my cock, baby? You like daddy's cock?" Emmett murmured, his voice soft and affectionate, as I opened my eyes to look at him, "Such a good, pretty boy…" Emmett cupped my jaw, his thumb caressing my cheekbone, as my eyes closed when I whined and sucked harder.

"Can you take me deeper, baby boy?"

I tucked my teeth and opened my mouth wider. I took him deeper and as he got to the back of my throat, I gagged, tears springing in my eyes. I tried again and again until I was gasping, out of breath. I was usually much better than that, but damn, Emmett's thickness made me dizzy with need.

Emmett pulled me off by my hair and pressed me into the bed again, licking around my mouth, wiping down my tears over my cheekbone.

"You're so good, baby." Emmett whispered on my throat. He looked down at me, fire burning in his eyes, his thick length rubbing deliciously over mine, "Look, how hard you make your daddy, you naughty boy." He murmured.

We both looked at our hard cocks rubbing each other. The delicious friction was aided by my precum acting as a lubricant, as I was leaking shamelessly over our cocks.

I whimpered as I arched my back, wrapping my arms around his thick shoulder, nails clawing his back, "I need you, daddy"

"I got you, baby" Emmett murmured into my hair kissing my temple before leaving the bed to retrieve a condom and lube.

When Emmett returned, I grabbed his ass, pressed our hips together, moaning shakily for Emmett to hurry.

He poured a bit of lube, slicking his fingers. The first finger entered after some struggle, but I was so burning with need that I didn't feel pain. Then a second finger joined, and Emmett teased me, with little presses that left my mouth dry. My cock was so wet and Emmett teased me again stroking my length slowly, making me writhe shamelessly, and thrusting back to Emmett's hand. Emmett held me down with a hand on my waist.

"Yes, daddy! Hold me down and fuck me!" I gasped, the urge to be filled completely with Emmett's cock was so overwhelming, "Please, daddy…"

"Easy there baby boy…" Emmett's voice was low as he soothed me, his fingers stretching me, his head bent down to kiss my chest, "I don't want to hurt you..."

I felt myself relaxing a bit and I bit my lips swallowing down my moans. Emmett sucked at my skin, at the inside of my thigh, leaving behind a little love mark that will ache when I would think of him.

The third finger left me breathless, the stretching so delicious, but I needed Emmett. I writhed against the bigger man, panting softly. I was so desperate so I clawed at him, attaching my mouth to Emmett's neck, wrapping my long legs around his waist.

Emmett rolled on a condom and I shuddered as I looked at the rubber stretched over accommodating the large cock. Then there were hands gripping my knees, spreading me wide as my knees were bent on my chest, then, slowly Emmett pressed the tip of his cock against my entrance.

I whined as he pushed. He soothed me again, bending forward and kissing me hard as he pushed forward again, bullying his way past my entrance. I gasped wetly into the kiss, parting and moaning, my body shaking, fingers grabbing the white sheet, as Emmett's thick cock split me open, ruining me inside out.

"So good, my sweet boy." Emmett huffed against my neck, pressing in, in, in until there was no more to go. I whined, making pathetic little noise as I was stretched wide and I clenched around him.

"Please, daddy" I whispered, "Hold me down, daddy, please…" I was desperate for Emmett to hold me down and fuck me, to take from me.

With his big strong arms, he grabbed my wrists and pinned them up above my head, his grip solid and bruising. I moaned when he pressed me down and clenched tightly around him until he moved slowly to build a rhythm.

His thrusts became faster and soon I was fucked into the mattress. Harsh breathing, wet skin slapping, choked moans and deep grunts were the soundtrack of our passionately intertwined bodies. I clenched wildly panting and cursing under my breath when Emmett thrust hard into a spot that made me see stars.

"You love daddy's cock drilling you so hard, don't you baby?" Emmett panted, staring down at me, as I was losing every sense of composure.

I nodded frantically, panting 'yes' over and over again, then Emmett suddenly stopped.

"Tell me. Tell me how much you love daddy's cock."

A little broken sob escaped me as I opened my eyes looking at him with hooded eyes, "I love daddy's cock," I hiccupped, "Please daddy, make me come on your big fat cock…"

That did it for Emmett as I cried out at the brutal frantic thrusts he set for us. Emmett's cock stretched my insides, in and out, rubbing my inner walls, as the tip of his cock rubbed on my prostate continuously, until I just couldn't take it anymore.

I came hard. Stripes of cum spread all over shooting up my chest. From nothing but Emmett's cock.

Emmett groaned above me, pleased at the white streaks up my chest and belly, after a few more thrusts, cumming inside me, emptying himself into the condom. For a moment, I was wondering what it would be like, to be filled completely without any barrier.

My legs were lowered slowly. I groaned at the ache, as I felt the blood rushing back into them after being gripped hard and spread wide. Emmett hovered over me after he released my wrist. And I was quick to catch him by the neck, pulling him down for a deep slow kiss.

The 'mmm' Emmett gave, made me pull away, as I looked up with disbelief on my face despite the afterglow still thrumming in my body.

"What?" Emmett murmured.

"Did you just 'mmm' at me?" I asked in return.

"Did you just pull away from me?" Emmett rumbled deeply before lifting my chin and attacking my lips passionately.

I learned something about Emmett that day: I could play his body just as well as he could play mine, and the four days that had passed since our previous night had been as lonely for Emmett as they had been for me.

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TBC

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Okay, so I think some of you are not happy with Emmett going away instead of spending time with Jacob… (Why, Emmett? Why?) Haha. But don't worry guys, I'm sure next chapter will make you understand it better.

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