Hatred With Benefits

T H I R T Y - S E V E N

EVA.

"Eva. " Dan calls next to me and I look away from Emerson's gaze to him. He's staring at me with

confused eyes. "Is everything alright?"

With another glance at Emerson, I see the rest of their friend group behind them and I look back at Dan

with a small smile. "Yeah, sure. Everything is. "

"Do you want to go back to the seats?" Dan asks again and I nod before he leads us away from the

crowd. Just as he's about to take a seat, he presses his hand to the back of his pants and pulls out his

phone.

"Give me a minute. I need to take this. " Dan says, and I nod, assuring him I'll be fine before he walks

away.

I adjust in my seat and stare in front of me as I wait for Dan's return, and just out of curiosity; I twist my

head to the space where Emerson previously occupied with Paige, only to find it empty. I crease my

brows as my eyes begin to move across the room, only to be stopped by Dan's voice.

"We have to leave. " I turn to meet his eyes and a frown covers his face.

"Is everything alright?" I ask with raised brows and he nods with a sigh, "Yeah, everything is.

Something urgent came up so I have to leave. I'm so fucking sorry. "

"You don't have to be if it's something urgent. " I tell him and he narrows his eyes, "Are you sure? You

aren't mad I'm bailing on you?"

A chuckle slips through my lips as I say, "Of course not. I already had a lot of fun so you don't have to

worry. "

Dan's frown turns into a smile as he says, "I'm glad for those words. "

I move from my seat and jerk my head towards the exit. "Come on. "

Dan nods and presses his hand to the small of my back as he leads us to the exit. We walk out of the

club, and to where his bike is parked.

"Climb on. I'll take you—"

"I'll take her home. " Dan's words are interrupted as Emerson appears beside me and I look at him

before I avert my gaze to Dan's, whose eyes move between me and Emerson.

"I don't think so, dude. She—" The rest of Dan's words are once again silenced as Emerson says, "We

live together so it's easier if I take her home. "

The surprise in Dan's eyes as they look back at me is clear, and disbelief dances through me as he

waits for me to disagree with Emerson's words, but I'm only able to agree as I tell him, "We do. "

His mouth hangs as he stares between the two of us before he drops his helmet on his bike and moves

to me. He pulls me by my arm to the side and says, "Is this why you never wanted me to come to your

place? Because you live with him?"

"No, " I'm quick to disagree with that thought of his. "It's not. It's far from it. "

"Then why didn't you tell me you live with him when I met you back then?" He persists and I say, "I

didn't think it was necessary? What good would the information have done? And I didn't think you

needed to know who I live with. "

Dan's shoulders sink in a sigh and he withdraws his hand from my arm as he looks behind me at

Emerson. I turn in the direction of his eyes, and Emerson is still standing in his spot; his eyes on me

and Dan.

"She came out here with me. " Dan says to him and Emerson snickers before he says, "And she's

leaving with him. " The tone of his words leaves no room for opposition, and I'm a bit surprised when

Dan proceeds to argue with him.

"And who do you think you are to decide that? She's a woman of her own, and she gets to make her

own decisions. You don't get to drag her out of here. "

"Neither do you. "Emerson responds, and tired of the back and forth that seems to keep going between

the two; I place a hand on Dan's arm and he looks back at me, a determined look on his face.

"I'll leave with him. It's like he said; it's easier. "Dan's face falls and his lips twitch but he says no words

as he looks back to Emerson.

"I had fun tonight, Daniel. Thank you for bringing me here. " I tell him with a small smile on my face and

his chest falls in a sigh as he throws me a smile; a smile that appears to be forced.

"I'm glad you did. " He says before opening his arms. "A hug before you leave?"

"You're obsessed with that. " I joke and Dan chuckles. "Maybe I am. " And he pulls me into his chest,

his head leaning on my shoulder for a few seconds before he pulls back and pinches my cheek.

"Give me a call when you get home, yeah?" He lifts a brow and I shake my head, purposely taunting

him as I say, "I can't make any promises, Daniel. "

When a frown covers his face, I add, "But I'll try. "

He nods and presses his lips to my cheeks before he moves to stand by his bike while I twist my body

in Emerson's direction.

"Let's move. " I tell the man as I stand in front of him and he glances at me before he turns away and

walks ahead. With a scowl on my face, I follow after him and we reach the spot where his car is parked

with Emerson sliding inside the driver's seat while I climb in next to him.

Emerson is silent as he places his hands on the steering wheel and I turn my body completely in his

direction. Parting my lips, I say, "I didn't know you would be–"

It happens in a blur; so fast that I barely have time to take a breath before he moves. One second,

Emerson's hands are on the wheel and he's staring ahead of him, and the other second, the rest of my

words remain nothing but unspoken ones at the tip of my tongue as Emerson pulls me to him by my

jacket and closes his lips over mine.

His lips touch mine for two seconds before he pulls back and stares into my eyes. My breathing has

quickened up and I swipe my tongue over my upper lip. Emerson's eyes follow the movement and he's

dragging me out of the seat, pulling me over the divider to settle me on his lap. My hands instinctively

go to the back of his head as Emerson lowers his hand to my hips and mashes his lips against mine

again. I hum against his mouth as he nudges me closer till I'm almost straddling the bulge poking

through his pants.

A moan leaves my mouth as Emerson moves from my lips to my neck, his lips brushing barely against

the skin as he shrugs my jacket off my shoulder, leaving me in my sleeveless top. He litters kisses

across my shoulder and down to where it meets my arm before he pulls back with his breathing heavy.

"Where?" He pants as he grabs my ass, and drags me closer to the edge.

"Where?" I repeat the word in a breathless moan as Emerson lifts me slightly before he drops me to

straddle the right spot– on his hardened cock.

"Where was the touch?" He asks, annoyance creeping into his voice and I furrow my brows in

confusion. "What do you mean? What are you talking about?"

Emerson opens his mouth to speak then closes it again and when seconds pass without a word from

him, but just stares; I proceed to ask the question that's been on my mind since I saw him inside the

club.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were using one more day at home. "

"Why do you care?" Emerson's response is quick, as if he'd been expecting me to ask him that

question.

"I don't. " I tell him, adjusting on his lap so my legs are bent properly.

"Then you should stop with the questions. " His voice is cold, and doesn't sound Emerson-like.

Emerson Ford has been mocking, taunting and insulting, but he's never spoken to me in a cold voice.

At least not when I purposely get on his nerves when he's clearly in a bad mood.

"Are you sure you're..." I start to ask, but he cut me off.

"You don't get to ask me questions, Carson. You get to take every pound I give into that pussy of yours,

do you understand?" His words are raw and a scoff falls from my mouth.

"I fucking hate you. "

"And I fucking hate you too. So how about you spread those thick thighs of yours and let me show you

just how much I hate you?" He lifts a brow, one that annoys me and he knows it.

"Fuck you. "I tell him, my anger surfacing and Emerson chuckles as he says. "I knew you'd beg. "

The mockery in that tone doesn't move past me and I start to slide off Emerson's lap but he lifts his

hand to my face and pulls me back to him, capturing my lips in his. He doesn't go gentle this time;

doesn't give me a chance to follow his lead; doesn't give me a chance to try to take the lead from him;

doesn't give me a chance to breathe. He just takes my lips and takes it the way he wants it, without

stopping for me to think back on it. His tongue slips through my lips and he easily lowers mine, his

hands digging into my side and compelling a burning need for him between my legs.

"You're crazy, " I pant with a shake of my head as I pull away from him with my hands pressed to his

chest. "And I must be fucking crazier because I want you inside me now. "

Those are the only words he needs; the only confirmation he seeks before he crushes his lips against

mine again. Torturously slowly at first, before it turns dangerously fast. Melting against mine. Pulling at

the flesh with his teeth, sinking the sharp weapon of his mouth into mine in a way that almost draws

blood and in a way that drives me insane, till the material of my clothing suddenly itches against my

skin and I want them gone. I want his and mine gone. I want nakedness; bareness to each other's

gazes. I want the slam of his naked body against mine. I want so much more that I can't begin to think

of where to start– so I do everything at once. I take everything in different ways to fulfil the odd urges

that spurt through me with a powerful force that goes from the tip of my lips to the edge of my toes: I

pull at his hair, yank at the ends, grab a fistful of his cloth, drag my hands down his chest, and slide

them underneath his shirt to feel his skin on my fingertips. I pull at everything till it's no longer enough

and I want even more.

"Backseat. " Emerson whispers against my lips when he pulls away and allows me to take a breath.

"Not enough. " The word that's been on my mind slips through and Emerson nods before angling my

head to the side, pressing my face into his neck as he starts the engine.

"Where are we going?" I ask as I pull forward to brush my lips against his neck.

"Somewhere that will be enough. " Is his response as I scrape my teeth across his skin, earning a grunt

from him. I keep going at it while Emerson drives. I pull down his shirt, leaving his collarbone bare to

me and I press my lips to the surface, enjoying the way his body shivers lightly in response to the

touch.

"Fuck. I might have to pull up. " Emerson says as I begin to rock slowly against him, feeling him grow

even harder under me and I almost give in to that proposal of his. For him to pull to the side just so I

can bring out the cock growing beneath me and take him in my mouth while listening to the dirty words

I find absolutely sexy, falling from his mouth, but I don't want that. I don't want a small space where I'm

unable to move and switch; sating every inch of my body. I want enough space to quench the fire that

Emerson Ford has successfully aroused.

"Keep moving. Don't stop. " I tell him and Emerson listens to my words for the first time tonight as I

continue my game of bite and suck on his skin.

~

We barely make it out of the car before we're at each other's faces again. We stagger our way to the

door and Emerson works his way down my neck, his hands moving to my chest and giving my breasts

a tight squeeze as I struggle to open the door, but it isn't any easier when his hands are everywhere.

When I finally open the door, Emerson twists my body in his direction and hoists me up in his arms, his

hands moving underneath my ass as he walks through the door and shut it with what I would consider

his leg before he slams me against the doorframe.

The pain shoots down my spine but with that pain comes pleasure as Emerson lowers his head to my

chest and takes one of my hardened nipples in his mouth, tugging at it through the thin material of my

top.

I let out a cry as I drop my hand to his head and coil my fingers through his hair, pulling desperately at

the ends and earning a muffled moan from him; the sound so hot and dirty that it makes me pull at his

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He drops his hands to my thighs and meets my lips again as he begins to move us in a direction I'm too

lost in the moment to take a look at. Emerson manages not to miss a step and drop us both as he

shuts a door and begins to walk.

My body press into the softness of a bed as he drops me and pulls away, giving me a second to take a

look around us and realize we're in his room.

Emerson's hands are on the hem of my top now, yanking at it before he pulls it over my head and I do

the same to his shirt, pressing my palms to his naked chest before twirling a finger around his nipple.

He grunts before he traces his lips down the middle of my now bare chest before arriving at the

waistband of my pants and undoing the buttons. With each dismissal of the clothing, there's a touch till

we're both naked on his bed and Emerson is hovering over me with darkened eyes.

Emerson works his way down my body, his lips dropping dangerously slow across the skin and I know

I'm at his complete mercy at this moment. I'm giving silent pleads to the man with each brush of his lips

against my skin, begging for him to repeat it– begging for him to soothe another inch. I've never felt so

turned on in my entire life. Never felt the dire need to have a cock inside my throbbing pussy so badly.

Whatever Emerson did back inside the car, it's fucking working and it's working so fucking well. His

words have fueled my need for him and now it's out of control– craving and wanting so fucking more.

"Not enough. Not enough. More, please. " I plead silently as Emerson flips his tongue around my belly

button, playing with the metal that rests there and doing nothing to calm my yearning.

Just before Emerson's lips meet the start of where he's painfully needed, there's the sound of a

ringtone and he lifts his head, his eyes moving across the room in search of the source.

"Emerson–" I call and he looks back at me. "Come back. " I can't seem to care about how vulnerable I

am in this state. I just want him to return to his previous position, to finally take what I want him to.

"It's your phone. " He says and proceeds to move off the bed. Emerson grabs my pants, which were

previously thrown to the side and brings out the device. When he returns to the bed and settles back

between my legs with a smirk covering his lips, I know it can be nothing good and he confirms my

thoughts when he turns the phone to my gaze– Dan's name across the screen.

"Pick up the call. " He says as he hands me the phone.

"No. " I tell him as I drop the phone to the side.

"Pick it up, Carson. " He repeats the words; firmer this time.

"No fucking chance. " I stand my ground with a frown and Emerson moves over me "Fine, I'll pick it for

you. "

"Ford, don't—" Emerson doesn't listen to me as he grabs the phone and picks up the call before he

lowers his mouth to my breasts, taking one in his mouth.

"Eva..." Dan's voice blares through the device and I struggle to swallow down the moan that threatens

to leave my mouth with each tug and bite that Emerson gives the soft flesh. Fucking bastard. He knows

exactly what he's fucking doing.

When I attempt to grab my phone, Emerson grips my hands in one of his and holds them over my head

as he continues his pleasurable assault on my breasts.

"Eva, are you there?" Dan's voice comes again and this time I'm unable to hold back when Emerson

intentionally presses his lower body to mine, brushing his cock against my wet aching core and forcing

a moan out of my mouth.

Another moan leaves when he repeats the action with a suck of my nipple before there's silence from

the call and Emerson finally lets go of my hand.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I snap as I grab the phone from the side to see the call has ended.

Emerson gives no response as he extends his hand to the drawer by the bedside and brings out a

packet.

"I need to fuck you. I need to fuck that sweet pussy of yours till you're clenching around my cock and

your legs are shaking from your release; that's what's wrong with me. " Whatever has spurred this

angry, yet so fucking filthy side of Emerson Ford is unknown to me, but it's doing a great job in ruining

me and I toss the phone away, forgetting about the previous issue as I spread my thighs wider and

keep my eyes on him as I say, "Then do it. "

A muscle ticks in his jaw, and he tears the packet and slides the rudder down his hard cock in one fast

movement before he positions his cock between my legs and slides it down my folds.

"Oh, fuck. Do that again. " I tell him as I wrap my legs around him to nudge him closer and lock my

hands around his neck.

Emerson gives in to my request and presses his cock to my folds again, causing a whimper to slip from

my mouth before he pushes inside. Slowly. Inch by inch. Jamming every part till all I feel is him.

A grunt leaves his mouth as I roll my hips once to aid his movement and he yanks my hands from his

neck, pressing them into the sheets, above my head and keeping his eyes on me as he begins to move

inside me. He feels so long and so thick, so big like he's always felt– only he's deeper this time. He

takes his time to touch the depth of me before he moves back and slams inside me again– triggering

sounds of many sorts from me.

"Emerson. " I pant and he drops his head at that, closing his lips over mine to give me a taste of pure

heaven with his cock moving inside me before he snatches it from me and pulls away, quickening his

pace with his thrusts getting rougher, and sounds between a grunt and a groan falls from his lips with

each pound he gives. My head is all over the place and my throat tightens as tears pull at the corners

of my eyes from how good it feels. From how good he takes me.

"Please. " The word falls from my mouth as I struggle to get out of the grip he has my hands in. I want

to run them down his chest, move them to his back and leave them on his ass to aid his movement. I

want them in his hair, on his face, playing with his lips as he continues to drive inside me. I want them

on his jaw but Emerson doesn't give room for any of those as he slams inside me hard and fast.

Words that sound entirely meaningless fall from my mouth as my legs start to shake around him and

the sounds blend with Emerson's grunts– filling the space around us and heightening the senses in the

room.

"Yes, that's it, " Emerson finally speaks, his grip loosening on my hands. "Take it. Fucking take it, Eva. "

The call of my name is all I need for the orgasm I felt coming to finally explode through me; white-

blazed pleasure coursing through my veins and leaving my entire body—from my head to the tip of my

toe—in a trembling mess.

"Oh, fuck!" I curse as my eyes roll to the back of my head and my vision becomes foggy for a

millisecond before it melts and my breath comes out in short pants as I look at Emerson, who's staring

down at where our bodies are joined.

"That was—" I start to say but my voice is quick to turn into a cry of pleasure when Emerson picks me

up and slam into me; chasing after his high.

My hair is a tangled mess on my face and my breasts bounce with each slam before Emerson finally

comes.

He leaves me to fall on the bed and I lay there with my mouth open, arms spread to the side and legs

spread, unable to close them.

When Emerson brings me into his arms again, my eyes are wide and my words come out in a small

voice. "What do you think you're doing?"

He smirks and closes his hand over my throat, caressing the skin as he says. "Funny of you to think I'm

done with you, Carson. I'll fuck you so hard you'd never be able to go out on any more dates with any

man out there. " I must be too intoxicated by how Emerson's cock drove me to the pits of numbness

with his grip on my throat cutting my breathing short– taking too much from me altogether because I

swear, those are the very words Emerson Ford utter as he flips my body around, moves me to my fours

with the support of the sheets and slams inside my pussy again.