The following week was going to be extremely busy, especially for Emma. But she wasn't going to tell Killian that. Because part of what she was doing was a secret, and it needed to stay that way. She had her job during the day, phone calls and emails for the surprise during lunch and any free moment she had, and then after work, she met up with Killian at a nearby coffee shop to interview candidates for the charity.
That's where she was heading right now; she parked a few places from Killian's own car. She got out and quickly walked inside to find he was waiting at a table with two drinks in front of him. She smiled as he got up from his seat and brought her in for a hug and quick kiss. "How was your day, love?"
"Good; even better now," she replied and gave him another brief kiss before they both sat down. He moved one of the cups in front of her with a wink. "Thank you." She brought it up for a drink. "Mmmm," she said and took another sip of the hot chocolate with cinnamon. He knew her so well. While she loved—no, needed—coffee in the morning, at night, she really loved a hot chocolate (or wine, wine was good too). "So, who are we meeting first?"
"Merida Ferguson, for the Operations Director position."
Emma took the resume from his hand and looked at it to refresh her memory. MBA, prior experience with charities and also businesses. She was one of the other recommendations that Ruby had given them. She was interrupted from looking further.
"Excuse me." The couple looked up to see a woman standing at the table. She had long red, curly hair that you could tell she had tried to pull back into a low ponytail to look professional, but it was trying to escape. She had a gentle smile and determined eyes. "I'm Merida, here for the interview."
Emma and Killian smiled, and he stood and then motioned to the chair for her to sit. "Thank you for meeting us here."
They both sat back down, and the redhead answered. "No thank you for meeting with me. I have always wanted to help start a charity, get in on the ground floor. And this one sounds like it will do a lot of good."
Killian grinned; obviously she had done some homework. "Good, so you know what you would be getting into. We have to start from square one, and what I...what we are looking for is someone with the experience and drive to start it out right."
The three talked for over an hour about Merida's experience, what they envisioned for the charity, and what she thought the first steps would be to accomplish. By the time the three shook hands and let her know she would get a call soon either way, they already knew their answer. As soon as the redhead walked out of the coffee shop, Killian turned to Emma. "Well, I think we have one down. Do you agree?"
"I think she's perfect. She knows what she's doing, and can easily take charge; sounds like she has an excellent battle plan." She winked at him.
He laughed. "That she does." He looked at her cup. "Refill? We have another interview in…" he looked at his watch. "Wow, five minutes."
"No, I'm good. Maybe some water." He was about to go get it when she laid a hand on his chest. "I can get it; want something?"
"Water would be grand. Thanks, love."
She smiled back at him and then went to get the waters, and she wasn't back at the table long when their next interview came in. The man was nice, but all over the place. He couldn't seem to stay on one line of thought without skipping to something else. He was very smart, extremely smart. But she wasn't sure if he realized he was leaving things out, or that he thought they just knew and skipped forward. She looked over at Killian, and he gave her a small raised eyebrow. She held back her laugh, they were both in agreement on this one.
Emma quickly looked at her phone for the time. "Nathaniel, we have another appointment in a few minutes, so we're going to have to unfortunately wrap this up. It was a pleasure to meet you, and you have a very impressive resume."
Killian nodded. "Yes, thank you for coming. We will let you know soon." The man nodded, shook their hands vigorously and then headed out. Killian shook his head. "Did you catch all of that?"
Emma snorted while laughing, making him chuckle. "I have no idea. But he's not going to work."
Killian agreed. "Okay, it's time to get out of here, pick up dinner, and go home."
She nodded, followed him out, and never thought to correct him that it was his place.
Tuesday was similar for Emma, except during her lunch break, she headed back to her apartment to pick up the packages she had bought and had shipped to her address so Killian wouldn't see them. She took her other suitcase out of the closet and put the boxes inside, along with a few more pieces of clothing. The only clothing left was her summer stuff.
She knew she should bring up the point with Killian that they were basically living together. "Basically?" she said out loud and snorted, that was an understatement. Her apartment was really just storage. She hadn't stayed a night in weeks, or months more likely. But something stopped her from ever broaching the subject. They had talked about kids and marriage for crying out loud; why was just finding out if they were living together so terrifying? "Because then it's really happening. It's the first step." She wanted it to happened, she wanted it all to happen, but that scared little lost girl was still afraid it would all just vanish.
She took a deep breath, and shook her head. "I'm sure he'll bring it up. I don't want to ask to move in with him. You don't do that," she told herself, then zipped her bag and headed out of the apartment to head back to work.
After work, she met up with Killian again, and they had two more interviews. This time, they liked them both, and then they grabbed a pizza to go, and both drove back home.
He got out of his car with the pizza and saw her go to her trunk—well, actually hood on the Bug—and take out some luggage. His eyebrow lifted. "I thought you had your luggage here."
"Last one, and I brought some cooler clothes since spring is here."
He walked up to her. "Here, let me."
She shook her head. "No, I got it. You have the pizza."
He furrowed his brow, but waved his one hand in surrender and backed off as he got the door into the house for her. She pulled the bag along behind her as she passed him, and went to the bedroom, while he went into the kitchen. He sat the pizza on the island and went to get plates and two sodas. His mind still on the luggage. It was a reminder that they technically didn't live together. Well, they did...but Emma still had her apartment. Which she never used.
He bit his lip as he opened his own can and took a drink. Should he say something? They were on the same page, right? But why hadn't she commented on it? Did she want to keep the apartment? To keep that space? The...he swallowed hard...the easy out? He didn't want to think about it, but he would need to talk to her about it. But as soon as she walked into the kitchen he pushed it out of his mind. Later, he told himself, but a small voice in his head said 'Coward.'
He shook it away and opened the pizza box. They both grabbed a slice and their drinks and headed for the couch. She turned on the TV, the slice already in her mouth. She gave a soft moan. "This is soooo good."
"Best pizza in town; heck, anywhere I know of." He took a bite of the cheesy goodness himself.
"So, what did you think of the two tonight?"
"Belle is very sweet, warm, intelligent. She has the credentials, and I trust your sister-in-law."
"I agree; I think she will make a perfect Volunteer Coordinator. Oh, and that reminds me." She sat her pizza down and looked at him. "Since the race is Saturday, and we get home midday on Sunday, Mary Margaret wants to have us come over for Sunday dinner. They are finding out the sex of the baby this week, and I think they want to celebrate." Granted that wasn't the only reason, but she wasn't going to tell him that. Heck, he had still not told her his birthday was coming up. She just hoped he didn't hate what she had planned.
"That sounds fantastic, love. I know you don't get to see them as much as you used to." He leaned over and kissed her temple.
"It's okay. I was there all the time because I didn't have anywhere else to go. I love them, but sometimes I felt like a third wheel." She leaned against his shoulder and looked up at him. "But I don't have to worry about that now."
He smiled down at her, "No, you don't." He gave her a brief kiss and then sat back up. "Now that that is settled." He was glad to spend time with David and Mary Margaret on his birthday. It would be nice to be with family on his birthday, well Emma's family, his one day he hoped. He hadn't been with family on his birthday in years. He knew he should tell Emma, but he knew if he did, she would feel pressured to make a big deal out of it. He didn't want that. He already had what he wanted most: her. "So what did you think of Mulan?"
Emma swallowed her bite of pizza, "Oh, she's great. Very straight laced, smart, a ton of common sense. Ruby was right, she knows what she's doing. I think she will make a great Fundraising Director."
"Good; me too. I'll tell Regina and her team will draft up the paperwork and make the phone calls for Merida, Belle, and Mulan tomorrow."
Emma smiled. "All women so far...interesting…" She winked at him.
His eyes widened; he hadn't even thought of that. "Emma, you agreed on them. I was just looking at who was the best…"
She cut him off with a kiss and then broke with a laugh. "I'm just teasing you. I know you. You are hiring the best person for the job. I'm not worried; none of those girls are going to swipe you off your feet and take you away from me."
He smiled and leaned down to her, their lips almost touching. "You are the only one I want, and besides, you already swept me off my feet." Then his lips claimed hers.
Her hand went to his chest, fingers flexing, while her other hand tried to hold onto her plate. She moaned as his tongue dipped into her mouth, and her nails dug into his shirt, and then her brain realized where she was gripping him and what she felt, or actually didn't feel. She pulled back, "The tape is gone."
Killian nodded. "I had my doctor's appointment today, and they said I could take the tape off."
Emma's only answer was to take both her plate and his, set them on the coffee table, and then move to straddle his lap. Her arms wrapped around his neck. "I think this is cause for celebration."
"Aye," he agreed finding her mouth once again with his, as his fingers traveled down her back to find the edge of her shirt. Breaking the kiss he pulled it over her head, "And this is the perfect start." He said as his mouth closed over the swell of her breast, making her moan, arch her back and shift her hips in his lap. He groaned. What a wonderful celebration it was.
As Emma was packing up her office on Wednesday, Tink knocked on her door and waved the large manilla envelope. "Mission accomplished."
Emma grinned and gave her friend a big hug, then broke away taking the envelope. "Thank you so much."
"No problem, least we could do. Archie and I just want a picture."
"Deal," Emma replied as she put her laptop in her bag and zipped it. She took a brief look around the office. "Okay, ready to go."
They walked out and Emma locked her door. Tink turned to her a took a hand. "Relax. He's going to love it."
"Thanks again! I'll see you later." With that, she was out the door and on her way for the last two interviews this week. They had a couple more next week for the Executive Director position, but hopefully by the end of the night, they would have their Marketing Director.
The first interview went well; the man was smart, sophisticated, in a designed pressed suit. Said all the right things, but Emma just felt there was something off. Would he do well as a Marketing Director? She was sure of it. But was he the right one for the charity? Absolutely not. She didn't see his personality working well with who they already hired, Killian, or herself. She knew the charity wasn't hers, and she really wasn't part of the equation. But she still wanted to help out where she could.
They didn't have a chance to talk to each other when that interview ended and the next started almost immediately. But almost instantaneously, she knew the next person would fit personality wise much better.
She could tell he was nervous, when he sat down and lightly bumped the table, almost spilling their drinks, he had let out a accented, "Bloody hell." Then, realizing what he said, his eyes went wide, he satup straight, and then, "Sorry about that." Killian laughed, which made Emma smile.
"No worries, mate. So what part of England are you from? And what brings you here to the States?"
Luckily, the man also knew what he was talking about, because Killian and this Will Scarlett seemed to instantly strike a friendship. She could easily see the two along with Robin watching soccer, wait...wait...sorry...football. She had now watched a game or two with Killian and Robin as he rooted on his home team. While they talked about England, they also did talk about his background and what he was looking for. He had worked for other charities and big firms as well. He would certainly get along much better than the previous interviewer, that was definite.
Soon, their time was up. "Well, mate, thanks for your time. But we have to get going, we have a plane to get to for the next race."
They all stood and shook hands. "Thanks for taking the time. I hope to hear back soon, I can't wait to start. Also, good luck on the track."
They said their goodbyes, and quickly headed back to the house. The car for them was already waiting. Killian directed the man to their bags. He still couldn't believe how many bags she had. Even with her work stuff, she never had this many bags before. Though he wasn't going to question it—he always told her there wasn't a bag limit since they were taking his plane. She went to quickly change out of her work clothes and was back in a soft pair of yoga pants and a long-sleeved tunic shirt, her hair out of the braid and flowing. He couldn't wait to get her to the plane and have her curled up next to him—or on him, if he had his choice.
"You coming?" she turned to ask him, catching his eyes roaming over her and raised her eyebrows in question.
He held back the laugh, locked the door, and quickly followed her to the car, while he thought hopefully soon if he had a say in the matter.
Emma made a quick order of chinese food on her phone that would be ready on their way to the airport, and then turned to Killian. "So what did you think of the interviews?" Her eyes caught his roaming over her once again. She mentally patted herself on the back for her choice in attire.
"Uhh…" He had to take a second to register her words, and he then sat up straighter. "Well the first one is a for sure no. While he might be smart, and knows what he's doing…"
"His personality was horrible," she said for him.
"Exactly." He reached out for the back of her hand and brought it to his mouth for a kiss, "Now the second one, Will...he was smart, almost cunning." They both laughed. "But in a good way. I think he will get along with us and who we have already hired. I think he's a good choice."
"I agree. So, just one to go."
"That's right, and then we have to find space. I don't want to stay at the shop longer than we have to." Emma nodded in agreement.
Soon they had their food, their bags were loaded in the plane, and they were in the air. Dusty notified that they could take off their seat belts and move around the cabin. It didn't take long, and Killian was pulling Emma into his arms and back onto the couch.
"Killain! Dusty is in the other room."
"Correction: Dusty is piloting the plane, and he doesn't come back into the aircraft area unless I request him, or if it's an emergency."
"What if he has to go to the bathroom?"
"He has his own up there, along with anything else he may need." His hand ran down her sides, one stopping to cup a breast. "So how about it, love? Join the mile high club with me?" He wiggled his eyebrows at her.
She laughed, and swatted his shoulder. "As if you aren't already a member."
"I'm not," he replied honestly. "I didn't fly with anyone else before you." His hand came up and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, and then caressed the side of her face. "I just want you. Bloody hell, I always want you, you vixen."
Her smiled widened, and she grabbed the lapels of his shirt and pulled him down with her on the couch. He went willingly, settling himself between her legs, which then wrapped around him and pushed his already hardening denim covered length against her thin-cloth-covered core. He groaned as his lips found hers, his tongue teasing them before plunging inside—something he was hoping to do soon down below, as well.
She moaned at the feel of his weight over her, his arms braced on the couch under her, surrounding her. God she wanted him. But she couldn't help but think that another person was less than a hundred feet away. Part of it made her uneasy, the other part liked the risk. She pulled back. "The food will get cold."
His lips continued down the side of her neck. He wasn't playing fair at all; he knew what that did to her. She moaned, and he smiled into her skin as his hips ground against her. "There is a microwave, love." His teeth lightly nipped at her collarbone, and then his tongue ran over the bite soothing it, as his one hand moved from her side, to work its way under her top, then under the cup of her bra. She arched her back, and mouth opened in a gasp, as his thumb strummed at her nipple. "Do you really want me to stop so we can eat dinner?" He asked her as his mouth moved over her skin, and down the V of her top. "Or should I use my mouth for much more advantageous goals?" His face moved to the left and his teeth grazed over her covered nipple.
Her hands stroked up his back, and then threaded through his hair, trying to press him closer. "Killian….please…"
"Please what, love?" he asked as his fingers snuck under her shirt, lightly pinched at her nipple as his teeth did the others over the fabric.
Her hips bucked up at him. "Fine!" She pulled him up to kiss him hard. "Dinner later; dessert first."
He smiled. "Love the way you think," he said and then pulled back, and sat on his knees. She sat up, her hands quickly removed her top, and her bra quickly followed. He pulled off his own shirt and saw her working on her leggings and underwear. Quickly they went down her legs, until she was toeing them off. "Mmmm, so eager now."
"You are slow," she said and started in on the button and zipper of his pants.
"You're the only one to call me…" He was cut off, as her hands went inside his jeans, under his boxer briefs and grasped his hard length. "God!"
She smiled and licked her lips as her other hand pushed the rest of his clothes down his legs. Her hand moved over him with a firm grip. Her other hand came up, she licked it, and it joined the other one.
He groaned and he resisted the urge to throw his head back, because he wanted to watch her. He moved just enough to kick the clothing off his legs, and then her mouth was on him, taking in the head, her tongue swirling over it.
"Fuck!" The pleasure was intense. His one hand came up to cup her head and tangle his fingers in her hair. He tried to breathe as she sucked him in further, while his other hand reached down to grasp her breast and roll her nipple between his fingers. He felt her moan around him, which just added to the pleasure. "Emma…" God, how fast she could work him up. With another move back onto him, he could feel her take him down her throat, swallowing around him, and then pulling back off, tongue trailing over the underside of him.
He was already out of breath; he knew if she did that one more time… His fingers tightened in her hair and he tried to gently pull her off of him. The look in her eyes told him she knew exactly how close he was, and the smirk and lick of her lips set off a spark inside of him.
In an instant she found her sitting back against the couch, him on the floor, and her knees of his shoulders. She didn't even get a chance to say anything, because his fingers were spreading her open, and his mouth was on her. Tongue delving deep inside her, making her hips move up at him. "God...Killian...Yes!"
His thumb came up, stroking over her clit over and over as his tongue moved in and out, licking around her core and then plunging back inside. She could barely speak; sounds were coming out, but completely unintelligible. Both hands were in his dark hair as her hips kept pushing back at him, riding his tongue—so close, so close to the edge.
More...more...that's all he could think about. He wanted more of those sounds, more of her fingers tugging his hair, of her hips arching to to meet his tongue and fingers, more of her taste. He then moved his tongue up, to suck on that swollen bundle of nerves, as he pushed two of his fingers deep inside of her. His name on her lips had him smiling as he worked them into her fast and started to curl them as he withdrew. Her legs started to quake on his shoulders; her breath came in quicker gasps. His tongue changed to quick flicks against her clit, and her body tensed further. Her grip on his hair was almost painful, but it fueled him on further. He added a third finger and on the second thrust, she was screaming, her body shocking, her inner muscles gripping at his fingers.
He smiled against her as his fingers and tongue slowed, but kept going, pushing her through, keeping it going, making the pleasure last longer. His eyes flicked up over her body, watching her breath come out in quick pants, and her eyes slowly flutter back open. When her eyes locked with his, she was pulling him back up to her.
Killian went more than willingly. He was beyond hard, the tip openingly leaking and needing desperate attention. His mouth and face still wet, she pulled him in for a kiss anyways, making her taste herself on him, fueling the fire in both of them even higher.
"Please...now…" was all that she could gasp out.
He backed away and stood. "Over love. Hands and knees." She didn't even question it, and got on her knees on the couch, her arms and head resting against the back, with her ass high in the air. He bit his lip, as his hands moved to those beautiful globes, caressing them. One hand trailed around to her front to play with her breasts.
She shifted back at him, signifying she was tired of waiting. He released her breast, and brought his hand to his hard length, giving himself a few long strokes, and then lined himself up. God, she was wet. He slid the head through her drenched lips, bumping it against her clit a few times, and made her shudder.
"Stop teasing and fuck me, Killian!"
"As the lady insists," and with that he took her in one long thrust. His hands moving to her hips, to hold himself deep, as both took a second to revel in the feeling. "So good...you always feel so damn good around me."
"Feels even better when you move," she whimpered, and pushed her hips back against him.
His hips moved leisurely in and out of her, his hands kept her hips from going faster. "Slow and gentle?" he asked, and she shook her head no. He already knew that, but liked to tease her. Then he gripped her hips, and slid out and then slammed back in, rocking the couch in the process, and made her gasp. He did the same a few more times, and then leaned over her shoulder, his hands moved to cup her breasts. "Or fast and hard, love?"
He could feel her trying to catch her breath. "Fuck me, Killian! God, just...fuck me!"
"As you wish," he said, kissed her neck lightly for a second, and this his hands moved back to her hips. He then stood back straight and pistoned back inside of her, claiming her in deep, hard strokes. He was far too worked up to last long like this, but he wanted, needed to feel her come around him. His one hand left her hip again as he continued to thrust wildly inside of her, and founds its way around her to where there were joined. His fingers teased through her folds, and then pressed against her clit.
Her back arched and her head flung back at the sparks that seemed to run through her. "God! Yes...don't stop…" She begged as she pressed herself back against him every time his hips surged forward, her hands clamoring to hang onto the back of the couch as her knees moved against the fabric due to his punishing and highly pleasurable pace. Every time she thought the next thrust was going to push her over the edge, it just seemed to push her higher; she was so damn close. "Killian...please…"
He knew what she was asking for, begging for; her could feel it as well. The tension curling tighter and tighter, the feel of it almost ready to snap, but not quite there. He leaned over her again, changing his angle, and bringing his chest to her back, his mouth to her neck, his hand at her hip now back to her breast. He groaned at the shift as his hips continued to roll and fuck into her core. His fingers tweaked her nipple and her clit, and his mouth found her ear. She shuddered against him, almost there… "Come for me, Emma. Let me feel your tight little quim milk my cock dry."
"Oh God," she whimpered. "Yes…" His dirty words were enough of a push, and with with one more thrust of his hips, she was soaring, her body tightening in his arms and around him. Her head flew back onto his shoulder and he found his pleasure as well, and pressed himself deep as he spent himself inside of her.
His arms held her tight, as their bodies shook. As soon as he could feel his legs, he pulled her to lay down on the couch with him, his chest cushioning her head. His hands moved through her hair, as he pressed her closer.
She pressed her face into his chest, as she slowly came back to earth—or as close to earth as she could get on a plane. Then a laugh sprung to her lips as she heard his stomach growl. "I am not getting up to warm up the Chinese food."
He chuckled. "No worries, love. Give me a few more minutes, and I will get it for the both of us."
"You better…" she poked his chest. "This was your idea."
His smiled got wider. "Are you complaining?"
She shook her head no, and snuggled closer. "No, just pointing out facts." She stretched against him. "So that's the mile high club, huh? I can see what it's so popular." They both started to laugh.
The next morning, she got up the same time he did. They had breakfast and he was out the door to go to practice. He thought she was going to be working from the trailer, but that wasn't her plan. As soon as he was gone, she gathered her stuff and went to find Ruby. Just as planned, Ruby, Ariel, Ashley, and little Alexandra were at Ruby's waiting for her.
She pulled the extra suitcase up into the RV, and was shocked to see the assortment of presents on the kitchen counter and table. "Are those...?"
Ruby nodded. "Everyone has been dropping off presents secretly. We just have to keep him out of here. Victor and the others are on that."
"Everyone knows it's a surprise and not to mention anything." Ashley told her.
"We have wrapping materials as you requested right here." Ariel told her, pointing at the rolls of paper, scissors, tape and bows.
"You guys are seriously the best. Thank you!" Emma said and opened her luggage to take out the various boxes. She gave some of them to the girls to open, and then took out the last box with his present so she could wrap it. She had already looked at it, back at her apartment, but she opened it again to show the girls. "You think he'll like them?"
They all nodded, but Ruby answered, "He'll love them. But before you wrap them, we have to look!" She said and grabbed them away from Emma before she could object. The other two crowded around to get a view as well. Leaving Emma just to shake her head.
Ruby looked up at her. "So when does the rest of the present get here?"
Emma smiled. "Late tomorrow. Hopefully there aren't any delays."
"He's going to be so happy." Ruby grinned and then looked back at what she had in her hands.
"As long as it all goes as planned," she said and then tried to wrestle the gifts back from them.
Killian was getting frustrated. "Mate, the car is fine. We don't need to fix anything. I've got the fastest time so far, let me come in. There is no reason to stay out longer."
"Are you sure? It's not too tight or too loose?" his crew chief asked.
He sighed; why was he keeping him out here? "Robin, listen. The car is great. Are you getting some reading you aren't telling me about?"
What he didn't see was Emma walking into the garage and nodding at Robin. Robin smiled, and answered his driver. "Nope everything looks good, time to bring it in." Then Emma turned back around and left again.
Killian rolled his eyes. About bloody time. But he didn't say that. He knew it was a new car, after his last one was destroyed in the rainstorm. Robin must want to make sure it is in tip-top shape, he thought. He came down the track, avoided the other cars and brought it into the garage. He got out of the car and Regina was there waiting for him.
"Killian, can we talk a minute?"
He nodded and placed his helmet in the seat of the car. He turned to Robin. "Really, mate, the car is fantastic. Don't touch her."
"Will do. Now get out of here and go eat."
Killian shook his head lightly at his crew chief and then headed with Regina out of the loud garage. They walked back to the RVs as they talked.
Regina started in as soon as they could hear clearly. "So the interview with Lily is on Monday, same coffee shop, right at five thirty."
He nodded. "Perfect."
"I have one more scheduled at seven, and the last one on Tuesday at five thirty as well. Out of the three, you should be able to pick your Executive Director. Though, looking at the resume, and knowing Mal…"
"You know who you would pick."
"I don't know her daughter, but I know Mal. She is smart, determined, and knows how to get things done. If her daughter is anything like her, then yeah, I do."
"Noted. How about the offer letters for the others?"
"All done, and the calls have been made. They have accepted their positions. They will be able to start full-time in two weeks, but they are all willing to put in time prior if needed."
"It's cutting it close with the Charlotte race in three weeks where we want to announce the charity. But I have confirmed that we have tickets for all the workers and children at the shelter."
"Perfect. This looks to be turning out." She stopped walking and so did he, she turned to face him. "Now, I know you want to get out of Mills Racing headquarters for the charity as soon as possible. I understand. But let's get the announcement out of the way first; don't push too much at once."
"Wow, this coming from you?"
"I know how important this is to you. The location is of least necessity. Besides, I need you focused on your main job, first and foremost."
"You don't have to worry about that. And you can thank Robin and the team for a great car. Though I'm not sure Robin realizes it."
Regina fought smile for a second which he didn't understand but she spoke before he could ask. "I'll let him know. See you later," she said and quickly headed back in the direction they had come from.
Killian just shook his head and finished walking to his RV. When he got inside he saw Emma sitting at the table working at her laptop, right where he left her. He came up behind her, wrapped his arms around her, and took a deep breath. "Missed you."
She leaned back and turned to kiss his cheek, "Me too. I don't know about you, but I'm starving. Are you done for the day?"
He let her go and moved to the side of the table. "Yep, the car is fan-bloody-tastic. Qualifying should go well tomorrow."
"Good. Go take a shower, and I'll make sandwiches." He gave he a quick salute and headed back to the bathroom. Once he was all cleaned and dressed in a navy button down and jeans he came back out to a sandwich, fruit, and iced tea. As he settled in and they both started eating, Emma spoke up. "So I was thinking maybe a group of us could head over to the casino tonight. They have some restaurants, bars, live music. Could play a few games as well."
"That sounds like fun. Wait, tonight is Thursday right?" She nodded. "Oh, you might like this, actually it's a bit of a tradition. The group goes to the buffett, it's seafood and crab night." He waved his hand at her to stop what he thought she was going to say. "I know, I know. Seafood in Kansas. But trust me, it's good."
She did trust him, but she didn't have to. She already know about it. Emma, in her research for this weekend, found out about the attached Hollywood Casino to the race track. She also found out about the tradition from the girls as well, and they all raved about it, hence the light lunch she had made. "Sounds good to me."
After they ate, the group gathered and headed to the casino. Some of the visitors there for the race this weekend recognized them, and they were stopped for pictures and autographs here and there. The guys hit the poker tables while she and the girls grabbed frozen drinks and hit the penny slots.
They all sat in a group, talking, chatting, and hitting the spin button over and over. Some time later, when her money in the machine was running low, the reels started to clang, clang, speed up and then bells started ringing. The girls turned to look, and that is when Emma realized, "Oh my God, I won!" She screamed, granted she had only been betting a penny a line, so she didn't win the big jackpot, but it was...she looked again… "A thousand dollars!?"
The girls crowded around, and watched the machine flash and her amount total go up, "Good job!" Ruby congratulated her, Ariel hugged her, and Ashley jumped up and down.
Emma was in shock. "I never win anything."
"I beg to differ," Ruby said and tilted her head towards the guys at the poker table. Killian was looking over at them, having obviously saw the scene of her winning and he was smiling at them.
Emma's grin widened. "You are absolutely right. But...I'm not going to chance it. I'm cashing out. I'm done for the night." The other girls whined, as she pushed the voucher button. She stood and left them playing, cashed out the voucher, and then headed over to the guys. She came up behind Killian, and he grabbed her hand and pulled her to his side.
"So what did you win?"
"You saw that, huh?"
"You screamed. You scared the hell out of me, until I saw the look on your face." He pulled her tight to him. "Was about to run over there. But the flashing lights, and the girls jumping around you, kinda gave away that there was no danger."
"Oh, my hero," she said and kissed the side of his cheek.
"Come on man, bet or fold," Victor huffed.
"Yeah, and no girls at the table," Sean said with a teasing voice.
"Oh, bugger off," he told them and then put some chips into the pile. "Raise five."
Emma watched with interest and wondered if the chips were worth a dollar or more. Somehow she had a feeling it was higher. Hell, she was sure the pile of chips was worth more than how much she just won.
He then turned back to her. "So what did you win?"
"Oh nothing much, was just playing penny slots." She tried to play it off.
He looked her in the eyes. "It made you happy. That's what matters, what was it?"
"I won a thousand." She said softly.
"What?"
"See, I said it wasn't anything…"
"Emma, that's amazing. That's not easy on penny slots." He smiled at her and kissed her again. Then seeing it was his turn, he looked at the new card turned up on the table and threw in a few more chips. "Raise five."
Eric groaned. "Fold."
Victor looked over. "That's pretty good for pennies. What were you betting a line?"
"Just one a line," she told him.
"Well, then even a nicer win," Victor told her.
Killian smiled and pulled her to sit on his leg. "I found my good luck charm."
"You're going to need it." Sean told him as he matched his chips, and threw in more. "Raise ten."
Killian looked at his cards again, smiled and then threw the extra chips in. "Call."
Victor also threw in the required chips, and then they turned their cards over. Thanks to the table draw, everyone had a pair of nines. Sean also had a pair of Queens, Victor a pair of eights, and thanks to the two in Killian's hand and the one on the table he had three kings. The dealer called, "Full house wins," and the other men groaned as the dealer pushed the chips to Killian's pile.
"See, my good luck charm," he said and leaned in for a kiss.
"Oh good lord, get a room." Victor yelled at them.
They chuckled apart and Killian turned to him. "After all the time I had to deal with you and Ruby, this pales in comparison, mate."
Eric and Sean laughed. "He has you there," Sean told him.
The girls walked over and leaned over their respective significant others. "So," Ruby started, "The buffet is open."
"Cash in," came from all the guys, making Emma laugh. As she seen the money being laid down on the table from the cashed in chips, she was now certain the chips were more than a dollar each.
They walked over to the buffet, paid, and went inside. It was huge! The waitress showed them to their seats, took their drink orders, and Killian then led her to the food. "This is one of many things I found to love about the States." They each picked up a plate and the group went directly to the seafood. "Get what you want love, but this is where we will mostly be at." She laughed as she watched the group pile their plate with shrimp and crab legs. She saw the salad and desert areas, the various carving stations, as well as all sorts of other cuisines.
She decided to join in with the crowd, and grabbed some shrimp, crab legs (as well as the instruments to crack them with), some melted butter for dipping, and then a few spears of roasted asparagus to be healthy. And followed the others back to the table. She grinned at seeing them already digging in and breaking the legs, taking out the succulent meat. She shook her head and sat between Killian and Ruby. She picked up one of the legs, cracked the big leg with her hands, and pulled out the meat, and tried it first without the butter. Her eyes closed to the taste, "These are wonderful!" she said; they tasted so fresh.
Killian winked at her. "Told you." They all dug in, talked, told stories of other times they had been there, and ate and ate and ate. She was stuffed; heck they were all stuffed by the time they were done and walking slowly back to the RVs.
"How did I manage to also eat that blueberry pie and cheesecake?" She asked to no one in particular.
"The same way I don't know how I downed the apple pie and brownie." Ruby said and leaned on her.
"Oh no, I have enough in my stomach weighing me down. I don't need you, too," she said, pushing Ruby's arms off her and towards Victor.
They all managed to get back home, and she and Killian returned to their RV and went to the bedroom, both laying down on their respective side of the bed. She turned to look at him. "If you think we are having sex tonight...there is no way...I'm way too full."
He started laughing, and then grabbed his side in pain. "I fully understand Swan. I guess I'm not used to anything else filling you up but me." He winked at her.
She grabbed her pillow and hit him in the face with it. "You're horrible."
He pulled her close and kissed her neck. "Yes, but I'm your horrible." She couldn't deny that, and she was happy he was.
Qualifying went well as Killian had thought it would—he won the poll. To the reporters, he complemented his team and Mills Racing for getting him such a great car. But when he got back to the RV, Emma wasn't there. Her computer and work were packed up, so she must have been done for the day. He had a feeling she was probably with Ruby and the others. He found his phone and sent her a quick text.
KJ: Back from Qualifying. Taking a shower. Where can I meet you?
He went into the bedroom, taking off his fire suit as he went. He then continued into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and let it heat up while he got out his towel. There wasn't a response yet. Not thinking about it, he proceeded with the shower.
On the other side of the the track, Emma took out her phone from her pocket and looked at the message. "Well, that's Killian. He's back from qualifying. I need to go." She looked at the girls around her. Ruby was on a ladder, Ashley stood on a chair, and Ariel and Alexandra were placing stuff on tables.
"No worries, girl, we got this!" Ruby told her as she took a piece of tape off her arm to attach to the paper.
"Yep, we got it!" little Alexandra chimed in. "Killy's going to love it!"
Emma couldn't help smile at the little girl. "I sure hope so." She took one more look around. Then back to Ruby. "Victor knows the plan for later right?"
"Yes, he knows. It actually works really well with the way Killian cleaned them out at the casino." Ruby giggled.
"Okay, then I'm outta here. Text or call if you need anything. I owe you guys!" Emma said, as she grabbed her stuff to leave.
"I'll remember that...if Victor ever proposes," Ruby grumbled.
Emma, Ariel, and Ashley all shared a look, but decided not to say anything. "Bye!" Emma yelled and headed out the door to rush back to the RV. She was there when Killian came out of the bathroom.
"Hey," he said, rubbing his hair dry with the towel. "Looks like you got done early with work today."
She stood and came over to him, wrapped an arm around his neck and leaned in for a quick kiss. "It was slow, so I turned it off. Hung out with the girls per usual. And awesome job getting the poll," she told him and kissed him again. She had quickly looked at the running order before she got back so she would know where he would start tomorrow.
"Mmmm...thank you. So...what plans do we have tonight, or can I lure you…"
She shook her head, "You are so bad. But we do have plans. I guess the steakhouse is also really good, and the gang want to head over." She wrapped her arms around his neck. "And besides, since the race is late tomorrow, we can sleep in. So we can stay up as late as we want to."
"I'm going to hold you to that." He winked at her, and then pulled back to head into the bedroom to change. While the steakhouse was nice, it was still in the casino so it didn't call for formal clothes. Which was fine by him, and he knew Emma wouldn't complain either.
It was during dinner when Victor made his promised move. "So, I think we need a private rematch for yesterday." He said while looking at Killian.
Sean smiled and chimed in. "I agree." Then he looked to Emma, "With no 'good luck' charms."
Eric nodded. "Besides, no offense to the women, but it's been awhile since we have had a guys night."
"And we have never had a girls night with Emma," Ruby said.
Killian could tell he was being ganged up on, but he looked at Emma. He really wanted to spend the night with just the two of them. But he would defer to her; if she wanted to stay in for the night, then there was no way they were going to talk him into it. But if she wanted a girl's night, he was willing to part with her for a little while. He sighed. "What do you want, love?"
She smiled, and knew she had him. She bit her lip to add to it. "Well...it has been a really long time since I've had a girls night. But I think we can call a curfew." She grinned at the girls and they laughed. "Maybe, midnight?"
"Ugh, fine. If that's all we can get." Ruby groaned, but gave a side wink to Emma.
"Okay, rematch it is," Killian agreed. "Besides, I could use some more of you guys' money."
Emma and the other girls laughed, and some of the guys rolled their eyes. But after dinner, the guys headed back to Eric's for the game, and the girls supposedly headed back to Ashley's. Ashley did head back to her RV with Ariel, to stay with Alexandra and in case Killian stopped by so they could possibly postpone him and give a heads up to the others. Ruby and Emma, though, were already in a car, and telling the driver where to take them to pick up the rest of Killian's gift.
And luckily, the plan went without a hitch, and they were back before the poker game finished. Emma was already in bed, and watching TV by the time Killian rolled in, having won a little more from the guys as well. But true to their earlier conversation, they didn't actually get to sleep for a few more hours.
The next day, race day, started with a quick brunch and Killian out the door to deal with the media. That allowed Emma to make sure everything and everyone was ready. That all the vendors, gifts, and everything was set for later. And with everything going as planned, Emma was finally able to relax. Now, to see if Killian liked it. Why he still hadn't mentioned his birthday bothered her; hopefully afterwards he would tell her why.
The day went by quickly and she was soon back by his side, listening to the national anthem with their arms around each other, and then kissing him as he got into the car. Though she had on the headset, this time instead of climbing into the booth with Robin, she just nodded at him and kept going to find her new seat for the race with a few others.
With the wave of the flag, they were off, and Killian maintained his lead. He was right—the car was fast, and made for this track it seemed. It stayed in the lead until he had to come in for a green flag pit stop. But he only had to give up the lead for a couple laps, and then once those drivers came in, he was back out front. The only positions really changing where those behind him.
A couple cautions came out, one for a flat tire and the car hitting the wall, a few others for debris. Killian and Victor battled on the restarts, Killian getting the lead for a car length, then Victor, until the straightaway, and then Killian's car just took off. At lap 236 of 267, Killian had already led over 200 laps when the next caution came out. The question was, since they just pitted twenty laps ago, should he come in for just fuel, two tires, or four?
"It's up to you, mate," Robin told him. "You know how the car is handling; what does she need?"
"Four, let's go for four. And fill her up." Killian replied. She could tell he felt that was best, but was worried what the other drivers would do.
Jefferson was out first, having only pitted for fuel; Phillip, Sean, and Eric were next, getting two tires; and Killian came out 5th, followed by Victor and August, who had opted for four tires each.
She knew he was probably second guessing his decision now that he was starting back at fifth. But after the caution laps, they still had 28 laps to go. Two laps in, he was already up to 3rd, with Victor right behind him. Positions kept changing, but those who got the four tires were continuing to move forward. And as soon as Killian was able to maneuver around Jefferson with 8 laps to go, he was in the lead and gaining.
Emma prayed there would be no caution flag as she saw Victor and then August also get around Jefferson, and he started to lag back behind the others. As they came around to the last lap, Emma and everyone else was on their feet cheering. It didn't matter if there was a caution or not, as long as he didn't run out of fuel or bust a tire, Killian was going to win. And in a few short breaths he was over the finish line, soon followed by Victor, August, Philip, Eric, and then Jefferson. Sean had a small altercation with another car and came over the line with sparks in fourteenth.
Emma stood, and Ruby and the others waved her away. "I've got this, Emma. We'll see you later."
With that she was off and running over to victory lane while Killian accepted the checkered flag and continued his burnout. By the time she made it there, his car was pulling in. More cola was spilled, his team screaming and cheering, as his eyes seemed to search the crowd for her. Once he was off the car, he was dragging her towards him. Her arms came up in time to try to keep the sticky soda off her outfit, as his mouth descended to hers. He slowly pulled away at the questioning of the red headed reporter, who couldn't help smiling at the couple.
Killian answered her questions, and thanked his team and sponsors as always. But she did one thing he wasn't prepared for. "And there is your Kansas Speedway winner and Birthday boy, Killian Jones. This is Zelena Green; back to you in the studio."
So instead, he pulled her back into a kiss trying to distract her, which she went along with for a moment. But the look she gave him told him she heard. He sighed and mouthed into her ear, "I'll tell you later." He would have to explain why he didn't tell her. But first, they had a ton of pictures to take care of.
Once Emma got done with pictures, she found Regina nearby while Killian was finishing up pictures with the team and sponsors hats. "Okay...I need your help. How…"
Regina just smiled at her. "I already have it worked out. Don't worry." And as soon as the pictures were over, she did just that. She walked up to Killian. "I know you probably want to head back and celebrate in quiet. But I have some reporters here, and not only to talk about the win, but a little about the charity as well. So go clean up, put on something comfortable, and come back with Emma to the Presidential Suite. Can we say a half-hour?"
Killian sighed, but nodded in agreement. "Okay. But not for too long."
Regina smiled. "No worries; it will be up to you."
With that, Regina headed to the Suite, and the two took off to back to the RV to cleanup and change.
Killian exited the bedroom, all squeaky clean, and dressed in a nice black dress shirt, tucked into jeans. With that cue, Emma quickly texted Ruby they would be there in ten. She had also redone her hair and makeup while he was in the bathroom, and slipped her camera into her purse.
"Ready?" She asked.
He nodded and sighed. "I just wish we could stay here."
She smiled. "I know. Don't worry, we still have time to celebrate. Remember, we leave tomorrow."
He nodded. He did know, but he also knew she still remembered what the reporter had said. As they started to walk to the Suite, he took her arm, and began. "I know you heard what she said. And, I know I didn't tell you. But…" He sighed. "My birthday is tomorrow."
Emma bit her lip. "Why didn't you say anything?" She really was curious.
"I…" He wasn't sure how to say it. "It's not a big deal. It hasn't been a big deal for years. And...I didn't want you to worry about it. We have so much other stuff going on." He picked up her hand and kissed the back of it. "I'm just happy to spend it with you."
She smiled up at him and squeezed his hand with hers. "I love you."
"And I you." They got to the building and made their way inside to the door of the suite. "Now, let's get this over with," he said, but her arm tugged him back.
She leaned in and kissed him, as her other hand pressed send on her phone. Then she slowly pulled back to look at him, and they both smiled as he opened the door to a dark room.
"Did we get the right…"
But then the lights turned on, and a mass of people jumped up and screamed, "Happy Birthday!"
Killian took a step back, his eyes going in every direction. Streamers, balloons, and banners were everywhere. His eyes quickly went to Emma and saw her non-surprised smile, and slowly he realized what happened. As he took in the faces of Ruby, Victor, Sean, Ashley, little Alexandra, Eric, Ariel, Regina, Robin, his crew, many of the other drivers, their wives and children, and then his eyes landed on two more, and his mouth fell open. "Liam? Elsa?"
They both came over, and Liam wrapped his arms around his brother in a big bear hug, patting his back wholeheartedly. "Happy Birthday and amazing win, Little Brother."
He was shocked, and almost forgot to rebuff. "Younger brother!" He turned to the right as he heard a chuckle. "Elsa."
"Congratulations, Killian," she said as she wrapped her arms around him.
He pulled back, looking at them. "Where are...?"
"Anna stayed with the boys, back home. But," she pointed to a table filled with presents and cards, "They may have made you something."
He was still in shock. "How?" He looked at them, the others, and then back to Emma. "You knew."
She smiled. "I may have had a little heads up, since SOMEONE didn't say anything." She came over and wrapped her arm around Elsa's shoulder. "Remember, I have inside information now."
They all chuckled, and he stared back at his love. "You organized all of this? You did this...for me?" He was in awe. This was amazing. He looked at everything, and everyone, and she had somehow kept it all a secret. Hell, she would make a great Executive Director. She would be amazing, but he didn't want to make her feel pressure to give up her job. "This is...Emma...thank you." He pulled her into a kiss, and she went willingly, they only broke apart at the whooping and hollering.
"I can't take all the credit." Emma told him. "I had a LOT of help from everyone."
Killian, again looked at the crowd, as they all stood around him, with smiles. "Thank you. Just...wow."
"Well, we must of done a good job, he's speechless. That's unheard of," Liam said and everyone else laughed.
Victor came up, and gave him a drink. "I think it's time for a toast to the birthday boy." Ruby gave Emma a glass as well, everyone else had one. "Killian, you can be a real son…" Emma and Ruby gave him a glare, and he looked at the kids… "errr...SOB on the track, a force to be reckoned with. As we again learned tonight." Everyone cheered. "But off the track, you are a friend to everyone. So, when Emma came to us, asking for help to organize this for you, there was no doubt in anyone's mind. You deserve this and so much more. Happy Birthday!"
A chorus of Happy Birthday's rang out around him, and then glasses clinked and everyone drank.
"Present time?" Little Alexandra asked.
Emma nodded. "I think that's a great idea." She pulled out her camera, which Ashley instantly took from her.
"We've got the pictures tonight." She motioned to herself and the others. "You need to be in them, too."
"Thank you," she said and then tugged Killian to the table of gifts.
He just looked at all of them, "Wow...this is…" Nuts? Crazy? Awesome? He wasn't sure. He for sure hadn't expected anything.
"Dig in!" Ruby screamed, impatient. Which caused some laughter. And that is exactly what he did.
He started with the cards. Many were from some of the other drivers, and inside were various size checks, all made out to the new charity. One big envelope, he opened, and he felt a lump in his throat. It was a big card, made out of poster board, colored and signed on with crayon. All the kids at Emma's shelter, along with everyone that worked there had signed it.
He looked to Emma, and she smiled at him. "We need a picture of this one, I promised Archie and Tink." He pulled her to his side, and they both held up the card with smiles, and Ruby took a picture.
He handed it carefully to Emma, and turned back to the table and tried to clear his throat from the emotion that ran through him. He then found two handmade cards from his nephews, his smile got bigger at the picture of a pirate ship on the one Thomas had made. He held them up, and Ruby got another picture.
He went through, and started to unwrap some of the gifts. Ball caps, bottles of wine, etc, etc. When the last one was done, he turned back to everyone, and rubbed his hands together.
"Wait, one more." Emma said, and pulled a box out from under the table and handed it to him.
"Emma, after all of this…" He waved his hand to the room, "You didn't need to…"
She cut him off, "I wanted to. And I had a little help," she winked at Elsa. "Hope you like it."
He ripped off the wrapping paper, and sat the box on the table, as he removed the lid. Inside were two hardback books. The one had a picture of him as a baby on the front, the other had a picture of him and Emma from his win at Daytona. He opened the first one, and realized they were photo books. The pictures were printed onto the page, and pages bound into the book. They were his pictures as a child, along with Liam, his mother, and even a few of his father. He stood, there in more shock, and then looked at Emma, and then Elsa.
"I...I...thank you." He knew Emma had told him that Elsa was scanning the pictures, and now he saw the effort. He then turned towards the second book, and he could see Emma bite her lip nervously beside him. This one contained pictures of them, since they started dating. Pictures at the beach, at Universal and Disney World, from his various wins, Christmas, parties, hanging out with their friends. His smile, just got wider and wider. He looked back to Emma, and then reached out and pulled her to him for a deep kiss. His hand in the back of her hair, keeping her lips pressed to his.
After a bit, Liam coughed. "Plenty of time for that later you two."
They pulled back, and he caressed the side of her cheek, still just looking at her. "Thank you. So much."
She smiled, relieved that he liked everything. "You are welcome." She turned to look at everyone, "Time to party." At that, the lights changed, music came on. Some went to the dance floor, others headed to the bar, while Killian wrapped an arm around her and they started to talk to everyone.
A little before midnight, Emma broke away from Killian and found Ruby, and they headed to the back for the final surprise. When they came back out, a large cake was lit with 29 candles, and Killian turned to see it, his smile getting even bigger as everyone started to sing Happy Birthday.
"Love, it's not my birthday yet…"
Emma lifted her phone and showed him the time, it was a minute after midnight. "Yes it is." Once everyone was done singing, "Now make a wish."
Killian looked at everyone around him, his friends, his family, and then Emma. He had everything that he wanted...well almost everything, and then he knew exactly what to wish for. He wanted that future, with the amazing woman in front of him. With a deep breath, he leaned over, and blew out all the candles in one breath.
It was close to two in the morning when they both made it back to the RV. The party was over, their goodbyes made, Liam and Elsa safely seen to the hotel, and the two of them by themselves...finally.
Killian was still in a slight shock over it all. Everyone, EVERYONE had been in on it. That knowledge alone was powerful, the feeling something he couldn't begin to describe. All he knew was the women in front of him, his blond haired goddess, was the most amazing woman he had ever met. And, by some miracle, she was all his. He walked towards her, his hand moved to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against her skin. Her eyes twinkled, and her lips turned into a smile. "You are so beautiful, inside and out. And...God, do I love you. What did I do to deserve you?"
She moved to her tiptoes, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Just being you." She leaned in and kissed him. "And I love you." She kissed him again. "Now…" she said as she stepped back, and started to slowly take off her clothes. "I have one more present for the birthday boy." She peeled off her dress to reveal a black and red lace matching bra and panty set, along with a lovely garter belt and stockings.
He swallowed hard. "Have you been wearing that...all day love?" He felt out of breath at her beauty. God, he wanted to devour her.
She smiled back at him and nodded. "I have. And I have been thinking about what you would think…" she stepped close, and ran a finger down the unbuttoned V of his shirt. "And what you would do when you saw it."
His hands came out and pulled her closer, pressing her against him. "Well, I think you look good enough to eat," he said leaning closer, and then pressed his lips to her neck, and then moved up to have his teeth tug at her earlobe. "And, I think that is exactly what I want to do."
Her hand came up to press against his chest. "This is your present, not mine."
He leaned down, and she was quickly hoisted in his arms, her legs instantly went around his waist. "But you presented me with such a tasty, scrumptious dessert. How am I able to resist this beautifully presented delicacy?" He asked while he walked over to the bed.
How could she deny him, when he said it like that? Hell, she really didn't want to. He laid her back softly on the bed, her hair fanning out around her. "As long as that's what you want."
He moved to her side, and his hand came up to trace over her. From cheek, to neck, down between the valley of her breasts, around her bellybutton, down her hip, sliding along the garter and to the leggings and then back up. "I just want you." He said, and turned his head to kiss her deep. She moaned against him, and he pulled her closer, and then his hand ran down her spine, moved over her hip, and then to cup her lace-covered mound. He groaned against her lips, at feeling the warm, wet fabric. "God, love. What have you been thinking all day?"
She smiled, "About this. About your hands all over me."
"Just my hands?" He pressed his fingers against her lace covered core and groaned as he felt the seam open and his digits press inside of her. "Crotchless panties as well?" The knowledge that she had been walking around like this, all day in front of everyone, was almost more than he could bear.
She moaned at the contact, and shifted her hips towards his fingers. "Mmmm, hands, mouth, anything…" she pleaded. She had been thinking about this moment all day; well, that and between worrying that the party wouldn't go off without a hitch. Heck, she had already given herself enough foreplay just thinking about what he would do! With that, she rolled them both over, and she straddled him. His hands instantly were on her hips, grinding him against his jeans covered hard length.
"This position works too," he said as his hands moved under her legs, gripped her ass, and then pulled her over him and spread her legs wide as he pressed her core down to his mouth.
"Killian…" She screamed as her head flew back and her hands gripped to his hair, as his tongue slipped inside of her, his nose brushing her throbbing clit.
"Mmmmmm," he moaned from under her at her taste, while he used his hands to tilt her hips as he wished, and he plundered her depths through the open seams of her underwear. "God, you're wet, love." He pushed his tongue back inside, and then out to lick up to her clit. "Did you think about this?" he asked as he teased her clit, and plunged his tongue back inside.
Her fingers gripped his hair as his hands moved her how he wanted her. She allowed him to move her as he wished, and moaned his name and her pleasure while trying to answer his question. "Yes. Yes, I thought...about this…" How could she not? He was too damn good at it not to. God, that talented tongue of his was dancing over her, inside of her, and driving her to the brink so damn fast, she couldn't…"Fuck!" she screamed as she felt her body explode above him, and then drift out on the waves of pleasure he produced.
He groaned and pressed her close as he continued to lap at her, pushing her through the orgasam. He loved the feel of her body quaking and moaning over him. His arms came back under her, and then he rolled her over and sat back on his knees.
He quickly unbuttoned his shirt, used it to wipe his face, then threw it to the floor. He had his pants and underwear halfway down his legs by the time Emma's eyes opened. She was about to sit up, when he threw the rest of his clothes in a pile with his shirt, and his hand came out to stop her. "No, lay back."
"But.." she said and nodded to his lard length, bobbing between his legs, and she looked back up at him, as her tongues came out to lick her lips.
A small growl came out of his mouth, his hands gripped her legs, pulled her closer to him, and spread them wide. "Need you, right now," he told her as he reached under her and cupped her buttox, and then guided her all the way onto him.
She started to wrap her legs around him, and he shook his head. "No. Deeper," he said, his brain past the point of full sentences. He leaned over her, and put her knees over his shoulders, pressing him oh so deep, just as he wanted. It put him at that angle that hit all the right places, making them both moan at the contact as his arms were braced her sides and his eyes stared into hers.
Neither of them would last long in this position. She knew that, especially the moment he started to move and every nerve ending inside of her seemed to spark from the contact. Her hands traveled over his back, gripping, trying to hold onto something, just not to fall too fast. And right now in this position, that's all she could do, because she was along for the ride.
Everything seemed to come to a crux inside of him as he plowed into her. The emotions of the day, from the win to the surprise party, the love he had for the woman in his arms, the absolute beauty he had before him, and the pleasure moving through him as he moved inside her was all coming to a head. He watched her eyes, trying to stay focused. Her lip bit between her teeth. "So close...so very close...let go...love…"
With his words, she stopped trying to hold out, and with the next thrust of his hips she was gone with his name on her lips, and with another thrust he was grunting hers as well. The pleasure coursed through them both as they gripped to each other tightly. When Emma was finally able to move, she let her legs fall from his shoulders to his sides, and he moved down closer to her. She could tell he was about to roll to the side, but her arms gripped him tighter. "Stay." She said softly, and then felt him relax against her, resting his face against her still-bra-covered breast.
"Love you, Emma...and…thank you." He kissed the swell of her breast lovingly. "The day was more than I could have ever hoped...or dreamed." He hugged her closer to him, and she smiled and kissed the top of his head.
Around noon, Killian, Emma, Liam, and Elsa all got onto the plane together to head back to Charlotte. Killian still couldn't believe they were here, and that they were staying until Monday morning. They were going with them to David and Mary Margaret's for Sunday dinner, which had been the plan from the beginning, only he hadn't been told. He also now suspected the dinner was for more than the gender reveal of the baby. He would always remember, from now on, just how sneaky Emma could be. In the best ways, of course.
The flight was quick, especially with everyone talking, and looking once again at his and Liam's baby pictures. Emma requested the stories behind them. At one point, she leaned over and kissed his cheek, and whispered in his ear. "You were right. You were an adorable child…" then with a wink, "You actually still are."
Elsa and Liam laughed, and Killian tilted his head. "Not sure how to take that, love. That I'm still adorable or that I'm still a child?"
Emma grinned. "Both."
He huffed, and shook his head. "I guess I'll just have to prove again later that I'm very much a man and not a child."
Liam threw up his hand. "I don't want to hear about this!" Elsa snicked, and Emma turned away with a blush.
They got back to Killian's house, dropped off the luggage, did a quick change, and then headed over for dinner.
David opened the door, and he quickly enveloped Emma in a hug. "Hello, stranger."
"Hilarious," she said pulling back, seeing Mary Margaret walk over, the swell of her tummy now visible. "David, Mary Margaret, this is Killian's brother Liam, and sister-in-law Elsa. Liam, Elsa, this is my brother David, and his wife Mary Margaret."
Pleasantries and more hugs were exchanged, as they all came in and were told to take a seat, that dinner was almost ready.
"Do you need any help?" Elsa asked.
Mary Margaret shook her head. "No, but thank you. David, I just need you to get the roast and potatoes." He was quickly up and in the kitchen, helping his wife, as everyone else took their seats. Emma opened the wine and poured a glass for everyone but her sister-in-law. Just as she was finishing, the two came back with platters and bowls of food in their hands.
The beef roast, along with potatoes, carrots, gravy, and rolls, were spread out on the table.
"This looks delicious," Elsa told Mary Margaret.
"Oh, thank you. So how was the flight over? Did the surprise go as planned?"
Killian just smiled as Liam spoke. "Perfect; we got in on Friday night, luckily no issues. Were able to spend the morning with Emma, and then got to watch my little brother race. This time in person, and not on the telly. Which," he looked to Killian a proud look on his face, "you were amazing."
Killian, felt a blush come over him, and looked down as the roast was passed to him, and he took a few pieces before passing it.
"Yes, congratulations Killian on another amazing win," David told him.
"Well, thank you. My team, gave me an amazing car…"
Emma laid a hand on his arm. "Yes they did, but take some credit. You did the driving, and made the correct decision to get those 4 tires."
He smiled at her, as then took some potatoes, as everyone kept passing the food to fill their plates.
"The surprise went really well. I'm pretty sure he had no clue it was coming." Emma said with a grin.
"I had NO clue." Killian admitted. "I can't begin to thank you...all of you…"
Emma waved him off. "Killian, it was your birthday! Of course I was going to do something. I still don't understand why you didn't want to tell me."
"I told you…" He started.
"Because he's used to only me remembering," Liam said, somber. Which stopped everyone, and they all turned to him.
"Liam…" Killian gave a soft warning.
"No, it's true. Our mother was great with birthdays; she would go all out. But after she died, well, our father never remembered...or didn't care. And after he was gone, we couldn't afford much. Both of us would try to remember and do something. It was maybe a small cake if we had the ingredients, or maybe a handmade card, or even a pack of gum or deck of cards. But at least we remembered for each other, and tried to celebrate. But when, he left for the states…"
Killian interrupted. "You always called me, and wish me happy birthday. I don't need anything. I just use it as a day to remember how grateful I am for what I have in my life now," he said, and lifted Emma's hand to his mouth for a kiss. "But, last night…" He softly chuckled. "That was amazing; more than I could ever have dreamed."
She leaned in and whispered, "You're worth it," and then kissed his cheek. Everyone sat the food back on the table, and started to eat. She squeezed his hand with hers, they smiled at one another, and then began to eat as well. The two families slowly got to know one another.
During dinner at one point, Emma turned to Killian, while Elsa was giving pregnancy tips to Mary Margaret and David was telling Liam about the fishing off the coast. "Well, I think they are getting along pretty well."
He nodded, and gave her a quick kiss on her temple. "I do believe our families like each other. In a way, I guess this is like our parents meeting each other."
She grinned with a little somberness. "I guess you are right." Except for Killian's nephews, both of their families were sitting around the table.
Later, after everyone finished, Mary Margaret chimed in. "Everyone up for dessert?"
"Sounds wonderful, las." Liam said.
She slowly got out of her chair, and as David went to go with her, Elsa stood up. "Nope, we'll take care of it." David nodded and sat back down in his chair, while the two ladies headed into the kitchen.
Killian was laughing at the story that David was telling about one of his cases during the week, when the two started walking back over. Everyone stopped, and looked to see a round cake, with white frosting, and a few candles on top. Mary Margaret sat the cake on the table, and turned to Killian, "This is actually a two purpose cake, hope you don't mind." He shook his head, of course he didn't mind. "The color inside is actually, the gender of this little bundle here." She said with a blush.
"I don't mind at all, in fact it's an honor." He told them and they all began a rendition of Happy Birthday once again. He smiled, thought of the same wish from the night before, and blew out the candles. He was handed a knife, but he handed it to Mary Margaret. "You should do the honors of cutting it."
She took the knife, and he could feel the excitement radiating off Emma next to him. Then she pulled out the first piece, and the cake inside was a soft baby blue.
Emma was out of her set and screaming, "It's a boy! It's a boy." Before the slice was even on the plate fully. She wrapped her sister-in-law in a deep hug, and David quickly took the knife and plate out of his wife's hands with a smile and shake of his head. Congratulations, handshakes, pats on the back, and hugs went around the room. With a hug to David, Emma finally sat back down, but she was still bouncing in her seat. Killian couldn't help but feel the happiness radiating off of her. His mind was not able to block the thoughts of what it would be like if it was happening to them.
"Do you have a name picked out?" Emma asked as David started cutting the rest of the cake and passing it along the table.
"We were thinking Leopold after my father." Mary Margaret chimed in.
Emma looked at David. "I thought you…"
"We are going to call him Leo." He said quickly.
"Awww," Elsa chimed in. "You'll have to send me a link to the baby registry."
"Oh yeah, have you put up all the baby boy stuff yet?" Emma asked.
Mary Margaret smiled. "I will soon. Wanted to tell everyone first."
"Too bad shipping is so expensive, I could send you plenty of the boys' baby clothes. They grew so fast, they are actually in good condition," Elsa said as she took a bite of the cake. "You made this yourself, didn't you?"
The brunette smiled. "I did."
"Delicious." Elsa then looked to Killian. "Maybe for Christmas, the three of us could all cook together."
Liam started laughing. "It's only May, and already making Christmas plans?"
Killian could hear the small question in his brother's voice. He already knew that his brother and sister-in-law loved Emma, and they knew how he felt about her. But it was still a question put out there, seeing if there was any objection to the idea. Seeing how the others felt. So Killian started. "I can provide the kitchen."
Elsa clapped her hands together, and Emma chimed in, "I can bring the wine," which had everyone laughing.
"That is a very good idea; you don't want her cooking." David stated.
"Hey! I'm getting...better."
Killian pulled her close to him, his arm around her shoulder. "She's right...she doesn't burn the boiling water anymore." That got a chuckle from everyone and a light swat to his chest from Emma.
"Okay, settled. Christmas as Killian's this year." Elsa said with a smile and wink at him, and everyone nodded their agreement. The meaning of the future plans was not lost on either Killian or Emma.
Point Standings:
Car - Driver - Points - *=leading
#71 - Killian Jones - 407*
#8 - Phillip Haven - 401
#36 - Victor Whale - 404
#53 - Sean Herman - 401
#65 - Eric Sirena - 390
#92 - August Booth - 396
#12 - Tarrant Jefferson - 321