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“Trust me. I’m your Lamaze partner. If you trust me with your birth, you can trust me to make everyone think you’re drinking when you’re not.” He inches his open palm toward me.
“The Lamaze partner thing was a joke. I’m sure I’ll gain the courage to tell Gillian by then.” Although that feels like a lie at the moment. I’ve tried a few times to tell her and always end up chickening out. If Dr. Morales is right, and I’m eleven weeks, I don’t have a ton of time left before I’m showing.
“Come on.” Emmett ignores my comment, not letting his hand fall. “I promise a good time.”
I accept his hand, and he pulls me up. Truth is, I would love to have a fun night out with everyone, most especially Emmett. Which is a problem. A big one. But lately I find myself wanting to spend time with him.
“There you go. Now go get all pretty.”
I quirk an eyebrow.
“Not that you’re not gorgeous and hot as fuck just sitting on the couch like you were.”
I shake my head and walk toward the stairs. “Are you gonna ditch me for some woman tonight?” I turn at the bottom of the stairs and look at him.
“I can only handle one woman in my life at a time. You’re it right now, sweetheart.” He winks, and I realize he hasn’t done that in a while. It fills my stomach with flutters and excitement—a very bad sign.
He climbs the steps behind me, and we both disappear into our bedrooms. I hear his shower turn on, and my mind floods with images of his fit, naked body under the hot spray—pellets of water slipping down his tanned skin and rippling muscles.
I lie down on my bed, imagining him sliding his hand down to his hardening length because he’s thinking of me. Thinking of doing things to me, things he shouldn’t. Unspeakable things, but he can’t control himself.
My hand slides under the waist of my lounge pants, pushing past the elastic barrier of my underwear. My finger drifts through my wetness, and I circle my clit, bringing the other hand up to tweak my sensitive nipple. All the sexual tension of living with Emmett after years of having a crush on him rises to the surface. I need this. It’s been too long since I’ve made myself come because my mind has been occupied with more important things.
But I can’t stop myself.
In my mind, I’m in the shower with Emmett, and those rough ranch hands are skimming up my body, molding to my swollen tits while his thumbs run over my nipples. I arch my back, offering him everything he’s willing to take.
“These tits. You’ve been driving me crazy.” His voice is husky without an ounce of restraint.
He bends, pushing my tits together, sucking one nipple into his mouth before moving to the other one. I watch him, my core clenching, aching for him to be inside me.
“Oh god.” My back arches and Emmett takes the opportunity to press me into the tiled wall, his lips casting kisses up my skin to my mouth.
“I’ve waited so long to have you,” he says before his lips crash to mine.
Our tongues tangle, discovering each other. His knuckles drag down the side of my ribcage, and he lifts my leg to his hip, grinding his length against my core. I use my strength to bring my other leg up, and his hands grip my ass.
“Fuck me, Emmett.”
I anchor my arms around his neck, and he slides into me, both of us groaning from having what we’ve wanted for so long. All those long, admiring stares, wondering what it would feel like to be together, come down to this moment.
“You’re so wet,” he says into my neck, repositioning me so he can get deeper.
“Take what you want,” I say. “I’m yours.”
He draws his head back. “Hell yeah, you are. Remember that.”
His declaration wraps me in a cocoon, and it’s only him and me, conquering the world hand in hand. He pulls out and pushes inside me again.
On the bed, my fingers plunge into my pussy, imagining it’s him, I’m sure, impressive length and girth stretching me.
“Harder,” I tell him in my mind, and he drives into me, spreading my ass cheeks and tugging me in at the same time.
Over and over again he takes me. He doesn’t relent. I grasp on to keep hold, my orgasm barreling forward like a semi with the brakes out.
“Fuck, Briar. You’re perfect,” he pants in my ear, his labored breaths causing a wake of goose bumps along my flesh.
My insides clench in both real life and my imagination. I lock my arms around his neck to anchor myself to him. Every muscle in my body seizes right before stars explode behind my eyes.
