Page 59 of The One I Didn't See Coming

“Oh god, Emmett.” I let myself enjoy having something I’ve wanted for so long.

“Shit, you’re beautiful when you come.”

My fingers weave through his wet hair, and he pushes me against the wall again, holding me steady. I let him take me how he needs me, and soon, he stills inside me, his hard body pressing against mine. I feel his dick twitch as he pours into me.

“What have you done to me?” he whispers.

I smile. The teenage girl inside me is happy she finally got what she wanted.

A knock sounds on the door, and I pull my hand out from under my pants, panic flaring to life.

“I’ll be downstairs waiting,” Emmett says, and I hear his footsteps jog down the hardwood stairs a second later.

Oh, this is so bad. So fucking bad.

I sit up in bed, rehashing what I just did. I masturbated to images of Emmett fucking me in the shower. I shake my head as if that will make the vision I expertly manifested vanish.

My body is hot, my core not close to satisfied with my hand. If anything, I’m even more aroused, and there’s only one man who can douse the flames. A man who’s known for not caring much for responsibility or for being reliable. A man who is not the father of the baby I’m carrying. A man who is my roommate and my sister’s future-brother-in-law.

I’m so screwed.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Emmett

We walk into The Hidden Cave, and since it’s a nice night, we find everyone hanging out on the outside patio. There’s a stage for live bands, rows of picnic tables, and the bar is an old silo they cut down and put a bar top on, then added a roof. There are no waitresses going to the picnic tables. It’s a come-and-get-it place, which is perfect for the situation we’re in tonight.

My hand itches to grab Briar’s hand, but I slide it into my jeans pocket instead. She wouldn’t be happy to draw attention to the fact that we’ve become friends and become more affectionate with one another. If we pass one another in the kitchen, usually a hand touches a shoulder or a back to let the other person know we’re passing behind them. The other night, she fell asleep on me while watching some reality television show she said she loves. I should’ve woken her up or propped a pillow under her head, but instead I let her lie on my shoulder.

“Briar!” Gillian raises her hand and beelines it over to us. She wraps her arms around her sister. She pulls away and studies her. “Have you been dodging me?”

“Hey, Gilly Bean,” I say to distract her, but she gives me a fleeting glance and concentrates back on Briar.

“No, I’ve just been busy,” Briar says.

Gillian looks at her skeptically, grabs her hand, and drags her over to the girls’ table.

“Good to see you, Gilly Bean. Chat later? Okay.” I wave my hand at her back.

Briar shoots me a pleading look over her shoulder.

“I’ll get you a drink. Margarita?” I say loudly enough for everyone to hear me.

Briar smiles, but it’s not the one I’m used to seeing lately. It’s forced and etched with worry.

I head over to the bar. “Hey, Tammy,” I say to the blonde bartender as she places a napkin down for me.

I smack Melvin, the owner’s son, who has a designated stool right next to the outdoor version of The Canary Wall, Willowbrook’s biggest gossip board. He says he likes the spot, but I think it’s to make sure no one pulls the notecards off the board if the gossip is about them. There’s only one person who Melvin didn’t say anything to once, and that was Jude.

I let Tammy know I’m going to chat with Melvin for a second and that she can go on and help another customer.

“Emmett, where the hell have you been lately?” Melvin asks, with good reason.

The Hidden Cave was my regular Saturday night place until Briar moved in. I came a few times after she moved in, but I started to feel weird leaving her on the couch to go find pussy.

“Busy. Jude’s teaching me the lay of the land.”

He nods and sips his beer. The man has the tolerance of a bull.

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