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Arden POV

"What do you say we skip dinner love, stay in tonight" I suggest playfully, whilst nuzzling in that sensitive spot on her neck, my fingers edging their way closer to her clit. There is no fucking way I am ready to leave this room yet. I just got her back, why the hell should I share her with my crazy ass family. Nope, unless it involves me being inside her, or tasting her in some glorious way then I don't think we should do it tonight.

"Mmmmm... wait what?" I smirk against her neck as she responds, obviously distracted by the extra attention I'm showing her, "Arden, you know we can't"

"The fuck we can't love, you're mine remember, Mine" I growl, thrusting a couple of fingers in her wet hot sex, causing her to gasp. God dam, that sound is like music to my ears, along with every moan and groan she utters as I worship her, "This is mine"

"Yes" she whispers, arching her back, pressing herself into my hand in the effort to create more friction. Instead I pull my fingers almost all the out again, then just rest in place, not quite in, not quite out, teasing her into submission. "Oh god, please Arden"

So, fucking hot, to hear her beg, my name rolling off her tongue as sweet as honey, but laced with lust and desperation as her hunger begins to build deep in her core. It takes all I have in me not to give in to her right away, there's nothing I love more than to please this woman, but I have a mission of my own. I want to stay in tonight, and I could tell her that's what is going to happen, she'd let me make that call because she likes it when I take charge. This is different though, tonight I need her to agree to stay in, I want her to accept it. I want her to want too.

"What is it love?" I ask, knowing full well what it is she wants.

She lifts herself off my fingers and rolls over to face me, clearly feeling bold, then grabs my hand and slips my fingers back in, looking me in the eye the entire time. Watching her take control, even if I'll only allow it temporarily, is sexy as fuck. Her eyes widen as she moves my hand, driving my fingers deeper inside her, pure lust seeping from her pores as her heart rate increases.

"Tell me what I want to hear my sweet cailín álainn" I urge again, my own needs making it hard to control the situation. Fuck Emerson, if she'd tell me I can lock her in this room for the next 24 hours, I could worship every inch of her. She needs to tell me.

"Arden, ....ahhhh, oh ah Christ" her moans are getting more urgent, more demanding, her climax is nearing, I can't allow her to release, not until she answers...so why am I still allowing her to control my hand. Fuck who am I kidding, this is all me at this point, I can't deny this gorgeous angel of a dam thing. I'm going to give her the world if she'll allow it.

"Fuck!" I shout, pulling my hand free and lifting her by the waist to settle her down on top of me, her dripping pussy now rubbing against my throbbing dick, "I don't like to rush with you Emerson, but if you insist on making it to our dinner plans, then we better make this quick"

"Take me now then" she smiled, then before I can respond, lifted herself up, positioning her opening over my erection, and lowered herself down slowly. The faces she made were so erotic, as she felt her tight walls stretch as she took more of my thick length in. She always amazed me by how her body just takes in all of mine, further more proof that we were made for each other.

She pauses a moment to get used to the fullness of our bodies fitting together, then placing her hands on my chest, her nails digging into my skin as she begins to ride me.

"Holy Shit" I breath out as she catches me off guard. I'd expected her work way up to a quick pace, but she's started out strong, riding me hard and fast, her head thrown back and eyes closed as she grinds her sex up and down my cock in absolute ecstasy, lost in a dreamy mist of passion. At this rate I won't last long either.

Sliding my hands up her thighs, I run them up her smooth supple skin, cupping her breasts in both hands, my fingers kneading and pulling, encouraging those nipples to stand to attention before lifting myself up to a sitting position, Emerson wrapping her arms around my neck to help keep her steady as she continues to bounce on me. I suck her left nipple into my mouth, flicking it expertly with my tongue then nipping at it, before tackling the other nipple with as much ardour as the first.

Emerson's moans are getting heated and I can feel her body weaken as she nears her release. I slip my hand between us and add pressure to her swollen sensitive clit as she grinds against me further. Finally, I finish her off by pinching her clit as I thrust my cock as deep into her as possible, her screams echoing the room as the ripples pulse through her body.

She clutches me tight as I continue to thrust a few more pumps into before shooting my creamy cum into her as she rides out the last shakes of her orgasm. Her head is rested on my shoulder so I take the chance to lay a kiss on her shoulder, I'll never get enough of this woman.

"Perfect, my cailín álainn" I whisper, as she lifts her head to look me. Fuck I love how I can read her, the passion in her eyes, the excitement of her body, she's perfect. Thank fuck I have her back in my arms.

Cupping her face in my hands, I pull her to me, planting a chaste kiss to her lips. I'd love to ravage her mouth with my tongue, but if I don't get out of this bed, then we won't be going, end of discussion. As if she can read minds, Emerson breaks from my hold, climbing on my knee and making her way off the bed.

Before I stop myself, I catch my hand reaching out and slapping that beautiful white ass as she's bending to collect articles of clothing. A delicious squeal escapes her mouth just as my hand connects, and to my surprise she glances back at me with a wicked gleam in her eye, and a soft giggle as she walks into the bathroom. Could she be more suited to me than she already is?

"C'mon Arden, wash my back for me?" she called out, this little minx will be the death of me.

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"Emerson, darling. I am so happy to meet you finally. I've heard such wonderful things, not just from Arden either, it seems Ashling is pretty fond of you too, love"

"Thank you so much Mrs.." Emerson started to respond, but mum was quick to interrupt.

"Oh, heavens no, lass, there will be none of that. Just call me Siobhan love"

I sat back sipping my Guinness quietly as I watched everyone fuss over Emerson with their constant chatter and questions. What I enjoyed was how well she was handling it all. After learning of her mother's death, and her piece of shit father bailing on her, I had concerns that she might find this all a bit overwhelming, but instead she's engaged in their conversations, she's getting to know each of them and I couldn't be more fucking proud.

We'd run out of time to discuss things earlier, after she'd invited me to join her in the shower. We both should have known what the results of that would be.

"Sooooo, that must have been one hell of a reunion, am I right" Tomas slaps me on the back as he re-joins the table.

"Fuck off Tomas, when are you going to grow up?" I snap back, I really shouldn't let him push but buttons but he always does.

"Relax brother, jeez it was a harmless joke. I didn't realize you'd lost your sense of humor as well as your ball bag" he joked, further frustrating me, "Kidding! I am kidding. Look, all jokes side brother, I am happy she's here. Now I have seen you both together, I get it. Ash was right."

"Speaking of Ash, where is she?" I asked, I haven't had the chance to thank her yet. if she hadn't found a way to make contact, then it's likely that Emerson wouldn't even be sitting here.

I shudder at the thought.

"I'm here" Ashling sung out as she breezed up to the table, stopping to give mum a hug, then the same again for Jillian. Making her around the table, she was quick to throw herself on Emerson, an act that had me grinning like an idiot. This beautiful girl of mine has slotted into our family like she'd always been in it, and fuck me if it doesn't make the happiest man around.

"How are you feeling honey?" she asked Emerson, "the jet lag not hitting you too hard?"

"I feel great Ash, thank you again for all your help getting me here"

"Yes, Ash. I wanted to thank you too. I'm not exactly sure how, or why you did what you did for us, but I will be forever grateful" I told her, reaching across and squeezing Emerson's thigh and smiling.

"Are you kidding me brother, I freaking saw you two together, I knew there had to be a reason for the lack of communication. I wasn't going to stand back and let your relationship fall without a fight! I told Emerson back when I met her, she's my newest sister. Now I have her and Jillian I am sorted!" she laughed, but joke or not I feel so blessed she's my sister.

"So, Emerson, Arden tells us you are crazy talented dancer or something" Tomas stated, joining the conversation.

"Yes, ballet wasn't it dear?" Mum added, smiling sweetly.

She giggled softly, "Yes, primarily ballet, although I have trained in Jazz, Contemporary and various other disciplines. I'm not sure I'd go as far as to say 'crazy' talented though"

"And you have some big performance coming up?" Jillian asked. They all so engrossed in Emerson, I hope she's not feeling bombarded by questions.

"Ahhhh, well I did. That's not really a concern anymore" What? My sweet girl has put hours into training for this, how could it not be a concern? I find myself frowning, a confused look spreading over my face. I look at Emerson, but she avoided my eye contact. I grab her chin and lift face to mine.

"What does that mean, cailín álainn?" I ask cautiously.

"I won't be a principle dancer at the recital anymore. I won't be in the recital period. But it's okay, I'm okay really. I'm so happy to be here, and to meet all of you. Thank you" she smiles as she speaks, but her eyes tell me she's hiding a world of pain. Dancing has been a large part of her life, so why the hell is she giving up. I decide to let the topic drop since she is looking uncomfortable but we are going to talk more on this later.

"Oh, that is shame dear, but yes, we are glad to have you here too lass" my mother responded, and with that they all moved on to other topics.

I couldn't focus on the conversation; I was getting angrier by the second. Something deep inside me had a feeling that asshole ex of hers had something to do with all this. It makes my blood boil even thinking his name, Casey. Fuck me, if he has done anything that could hurt my angel, I am going to fucking kill him. And I'll enjoy every second of it. I don't trust that prick as far as I could through, I'm still yet to make him pay for what he did to Emerson two years ago. If he's involved here, it'll be the last god dam time he hurts her.

After the meal, we all said our goodbyes, finishing up the evening with a mass of hugs for my angel, feeling more and more likes she is already part of the family. I'm eager to get her back to the hotel. As much as I craved to have my hands all over her body, tonight I am going to resist. I need to know what's going on, no more being in the dark.

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"Talk to me Emerson, love. It appears I have missed a lot in the past two weeks? What the hell has happened?" I demanded, almost as soon as we walked through the door.

"You may want to sit down" she mumbled, looking defeated.

I stroll up to her, taking her hand and pulling her into my arms. Lifting her chin to face me, I press a kiss to her lips.

"You know that nothing you say will change how I feel about you, don't you love?" I stated, trying to give her the confidence she needs to continue.

"I'm not dancing for the studio anymore" she sighed.

"I figured; you want to tell me why?"

I head to the mini bar and grab a couple of bottles of whiskey, pouring them into the crystal tumblers supplied. Handing Emerson one, I down mine in one swig and head back for another.

"Well, I don't know this for sure, but I am pretty sure Casey is behind us not being able to get hold of one another. The day you left; I had caught him with my phone. He'd said he was answering a call for me, even though I couldn't find any history of any calls. I got mad at him and left the studio." she paused, likely noticing my shift in mood, so I take some deep breaths and try relaxing. I need to hear the rest and if I lose it, she will stop telling me.

"I avoided him after that, but obviously by then thought you had basically left me since you weren't answering any of my messages and calls. After Daniel told me you were in Ireland, I just lost it completely. I was devastated. I'd never felt like that before you know, like living was physically an effort. Anyway, yesterday I received a call from Ash while I was at the studio, she filled me in on what was happening over here. Told me weren't coping and why the hell wasn't I answering you."

"That's when it all started to make sense, that something Casey did to my phone has keep up a part"

"I can't believe that fucking arsehole, Em, god I fucking hate that prick." I boomed out, unable to contain the anger anymore, "Wait, but why does that stop you from dancing?"

She sighed again, a lonely tear making its way down he cheek.

"Casey approached me outside, right after Ash's call. I lost it, I attacked him. Didn't do much damage, but i gave it a dam good effort"

"That's my girl, love" I chuckled, feeling slightly less furious for a moment.

"Madam Sophie saw it, told me it was no way to conduct myself. Then as Sam tried to help me leave so i could come here, she told me I was out if I left. I just kept walking"

"You lost your chance? For me?"

"I gained more than I would have from dance Arden, you, your family. They're important to me. YOU are important to me" she whispered, wiping away the tears rolling down her face steadily now.

I fucking love this woman. And I am going to fucking kill him for messing with my angel.

That's a fucking promise.

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