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Taking Emma’s hand, I lead her into the bedroom and she giggles softly. “Your bed is huge.”
“See?” I turn to face her. “Plenty of room.”
Sex wasn’t my intention, but two seconds later Emma is in my arms, and her soft, pillowy lips press against my own. I can’t resist when her soft hands slide around my neck and pull at the ends of my hair. I kiss her deeply, weaving my tongue into her mouth and caressing every inch I can reach. I stroke her back, smoothing my hands down to the swell of her ass. From there, I grab handfuls of her and pull her up from the ground. She follows through and wraps her legs around my waist, letting me carry her to the bed.
She lands on the bed with a soft whimper and I crawl over the top of her, resuming our kisses. Then I break away and slowly begin to undress her. Each strip of fabric that I slide from her body is chased by kisses and gentle bites. Down her arms, across her shoulders, and down along her ribs; I map her out with my lips, tongue, and teeth. Her bra follows, and her large breasts spill out into my hands, taunting me with a softness I want to sink into and never leave.
She whimpers and moans above me, writhing lazily as I tease her pink nipples to stiff peaks, then bite them until they’re red and flushed. Emma’s hands toy with my hair as I kiss down the swell of her stomach. Just below her navel, I slide her panties off her thighs and kiss the delicate skin beneath her knee.
Then I dive between her legs and thrust my tongue as deep into her pussy as I can reach. Emma moans loudly and comes within seconds, clamping down around my tongue and spilling her sweetness past my lips. I drink her down and clutch at her thighs like a lifeline, gripping handfuls of flesh and never willing to let go.
Emma writhes under my kisses and sweeps of my tongue. She whimpers when I dip my tongue inside her and screams when I suck hard on her clit. By the time her second orgasm hits, my cock throbs painfully and the only clear thought in my mind is a desperate desire to sink into her tight, pink heat and become one.
“Caspian,” Emma moans, and my name sounds amazing rolling off her tongue, tinged with lust. I kiss her thigh and crawl back up her body, then I kiss her deeply on the mouth. Emma rolls over, lifts herself onto her knees, and presses her hips back against me. She invites me in and I can’t resist.
I drape myself over her, slide my cock through her heated, slick pussy, and lay kisses all across her bare shoulders.
“Please,” Emma gasps. “Stop teasing me and fuck?—”
I thrust my cock into her, surrounding myself with her hot slickness, and cut off her complaint in one smooth move. She moans loudly and slumps forward onto the bed, giving me the angle I need to pound into her hard and fast.
Keeping one hand on her hip, my other grabs a handful of her breast to keep myself balanced. My world narrows to the sound of her moans, the heat of her pussy, and the way her muscles contract around me. It’s like she’s pulling me in with every thrust, like her pussy is made just for me, and I fit inside her exactly. Pleasure builds rapidly in my core as I fuck into her, and every sensation is heightened thanks to the alcohol running through my veins.
Her skin is soft and hot, her scent wraps around my senses, and my entire body quivers with anticipation as we fuck closer and closer to climax. I try to hold off, listening out for the telltale pitch in her moans that signal she’s close. As soon as I hear those, I slide my hand from her hips down between her slick thighs. One touch of her clit and Emma comes hard around my cock with a cry, shoving her face into my pillow and twisting her hands into the sheets. I follow a few seconds later and we collapse together, sweaty and entangled, soaking up the twitching glow of climax.
The next morning brings, thankfully, a weak hangover that’s cured by my first sip of coffee. Emma sleeps on and I don’t have the heart to wake her, so I focus on cooking her some breakfast. Toast and bacon is a good start and while fresh coffee brews, I check in with the group chat. Asher and Finn share their fury about what happened at the studio, and Finn shares the concern that the two incidents could be connected. I can’t see how, but I quickly text back and tell him that the pictures should be his top priority.
If they get out, the damage will be intense. Oddly, it doesn’t concern me as much as I thought it would. My concern lies with Emma and what this could do for her future and her reputation. Finn and Asher express their concern for Emma, and Asher says he’ll go straight to security as soon as he gets into work to get an update on the cameras. With any luck, whoever was roaming around the halls at night wouldn’t have considered just how many cameras were all over campus.
Finn tries to lighten the conversation by asking after Emma. I assure him sweetly just how well I took care of her last night and the great night’s sleep that followed. Sometimes, the unintentional moments were some of the best. Asher adds a request that I pass on their thoughts to Emma, even though she’ll read it in the group chat, and I promise to do so.
After the bacon is finished, I serve hot, buttered toast with the bacon and a fresh cup of coffee and head back to the bedroom. Just leaning against the door, the sound of sniffles catches my attention.
“Emma?” I step fully into the bedroom and pause, tray in hand, as red-rimmed eyes stare up at me from amidst the fluffy pillows. Emma’s drawn the covers up over her raised knees and she whimpers, sobbing as she clutches her phone against her leg.
“Emma, what’s happened?” I set the tray down on the bedside and slide onto the bed, catching her phone as it slides from her trembling fingers.
“They know,” Emma chokes out. I turn her phone to face me, and one text lights up the screen—a message from her mother.
“My parents,” Emma gasps thickly. “They know I’m dating the three of you.”
27
EMMA
“Mom, please, if you would just let me explain?—”
“Explain?!” Dad roars, slamming his fist down on the table and causing the glasses and vase to skip slightly into the air. “There is nothing to explain! Never in all my years have I been so utterly humiliated or so completely ashamed of the disgrace you’ve become!”
Tears immediately spring into my eyes and I clutch at my own fingers, tightening my grip until my knuckles ache. If only they would let me speak, even for a minute and then I could explain everything.
“You’ve broken my heart,” Mom weeps as if the pictures they’d been sent had physically harmed her. My pictures. Somehow, the pictures I took of my time with Asher, Caspian, and Finn had found their way to my parents, and I had no idea how.
“If you could just tell me who sent them?—”
“Enough! I don’t want to hear your voice, not right now. Not ever!” Dad lifts his fist from the table and begins to pace up and down while he seethes with rage. His face pulses red and the vein below his ear stands out so far that you could snip it with clippers if you dared. Keeping the table between us is probably the right thing to do, given the explosive anger I’ve witnessed from him in the past.
“I can’t believe you,” Mom weeps, clutching tissues to her chest. She rocks back and forth where she stands about a foot away from me.
