Текст книги "Fever dream"
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He groans and flops back, but rather than dropping my hand, he stretches his arm, maintaining the contact.
“I know,” he groans, looking utterly tortured by the admission. “I know my oma and opa would never admit it, but they’re counting on that money now. They didn’t ask me for it. I did this to myself. It’s what I signed up for, but now I—”
He cuts off, turning to look out the window, tongue popping into his cheek as he considers his next words. “I regret it,” he says, turning to stare at me.
I can see the desperation in his eyes and wonder if it’s reflected in mine too.
But I don’t give it voice. It won’t make this easier, and it won’t make us feel better. The best thing either of us can do is walk in the opposite direction—and we both know it.
“Well, in that case,” I start, “it’s for the best that we pretend nothing ever happened.”
His brow furrows, and he doesn’t respond.
“Right?” I urge, needing him to agree with me. Because while we both know he’s been the one to kiss me first… I haven’t been fending him off.
I am just as much the problem as he is.
“Emmett? Do you agree?”
He stares at me for several seconds before he speaks again. “I agree it’s too risky, but I’d be lying if I said I thought it was for the best.”
My chest goes hot, and I try not to fixate on his words. There’s a lot left unspoken between Emmett and me. Things that need to stay unspoken if we plan to make it through the remainder of this show unscathed.
I just nod, because anything I say would betray my real feelings and I’d rather gloss over the sentimental parts of this conversation. The alternative might hurt too much.
“You need to keep Evelyn in,” I state bluntly, killing the moment.
His mouth draws back in a grimace of disgust. “Evilyn, you mean?”
I stifle a chuckle, because I feel the same. “Yes, Evilyn.”
“Why? That woman is fucking awful. Did you hear the shit she said to Cookie tonight?”
I arch a brow at him. “It’s not like Cookie had lots of nice things to say either.”
He scoffs. Everyone on set knows that Evelyn is not popular in the bunkhouse.
“Who did you eliminate anyway?”
He gives me a sheepish look. “Cookie. I knew better than to make it Evelyn, and you were right. No grown man can moan that name. But really, it could have been any of them.”
I snort and look away, not wanting to fixate on what he might mean by that.
“Just keep Richard happy. Keep him off your back. And just make it through.”
“So keep Evelyn?” he asks flatly. “Through to the final episode?”
“You don’t have to like her. You just need to pretend like…” I grimace and shift in my seat. For some reason, I can’t stomach finishing that sentence. “I don’t know. Keep Richard happy. That’s the name of the game. And Evelyn’s presence makes Richard happy, so…”
Emmett nods as his finger swipes over my hand.
Several seconds of silence pass before he hits me with a blunt statement of his own.
“You should go on that date.”
Panic courses through me, my body snapping to attention. “What?”
“That Riley set up for you.” He nods, swallowing a couple of times before he speaks again. “I think that would be good. Safe. I don’t want you risking your future for… something that can’t happen.”
I regard him, recognizing he’s pushing me away. We both know this blind date isn’t what I want. But maybe it’s what I—we—need to do. To keep us both from crashing out and blowing up our lives.
“I don’t want to—”
“Jules, just go. Even once this charade is all over… per my contract I can’t publicly date anyone for a year. Until every episode has aired. And you deserve more than that. Better than that.”
I swallow. “But what if I—”
“We’re in the same shitty boat here, doll. You don’t have to do anything. You just have to try. Who knows? Maybe you’ll fall for how sweet he is.”
Emmett hits me with a smirk.
A sad smirk.
I only offer him a wooden nod. Hating this conversation, hating the way it feels, and kind of hating what it all means for us.
“Well, maybe when this is all over, I could try to kiss you again.”
Emmett just laughs. It’s a dry, brittle laugh. “Jules, that’s sweet of you, but I know how this goes. By the time I see this thing through, you’ll be over me. Hell, you might even hate me. For your sake, I hope you move on to someone better.”
His words are a punch to the gut. Not because they’re true. Not for me. But for him, they are. He believes there is someone better than him for me.
And that kills me.
We eat our omelets in uncomfortable silence. And when we depart from the front steps of the diner, he pulls me in, wrapping me in a tight hug. He drops a quick, polite kiss on the top of my head and leaves without a single backward glance.
It feels an awful lot like goodbye. Like closing the door on something that never got a chance to properly start.
I should be relieved, but I drive home with tears in my eyes, gutted over how a man as deeply good as Emmett could ever believe that moving on from this—from him—will be that easy to do.
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OFFICIAL MEMO
To: Richard Wadsworth
From: Teri Baker
Subject: Third Elimination Ceremony
This week we filmed at a local country bar. Cookie was eliminated after getting into a physical altercation with Evelyn.
The spin right now is that Evelyn is our bachelor’s favorite.
Tension in the bunkhouse is at an all-time high with every woman remaining disliking Evelyn and making no effort to hide it.
Loads of good footage, though very Evelyn-centric. Next week we will work on bringing some other women into the fray to have our bachelor appear more torn and confused on who he is connecting with.
Top choices right now for character variation: Akira, Catherine, Jada.
Please let me know if this strategy meets your vision for the show.
Sincerely,
Teri Baker
Story Producer
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OFFICIAL MEMO
To: Richard Wadsworth
From: Teri Baker
Subject: Double Elimination Ceremony
We took the cast and bachelor out wine tasting in a party bus this week and caught a lot of good moments—especially once the alcohol started flowing.
The surprise double elimination made for a lot of drama (and a lot of tears). Callie and Adriana were sent home. Emmett is still playing the game and was very comforting to the women after delivering the news.
He is still resisting major physical contact. The only kiss we have on camera is from his hike with Evelyn, which may pose a problem for the show’s pacing. We could potentially move that date later in the show to make the development appear more organic. Thoughts?
We are now left with four daters, and they are exactly who I thought they would be: Evelyn, Jada, Catherine, and Akira.
The other outing was boating on the lake, where we captured great footage with only bathing suits on. Emmett was made for TV in that regard, and I think you’ll be happy with the clips and private conversations from that outing.
Emmett has been on his best behavior, and I can tell that he’s trying for the cameras this week. He seems focused and willing and like he’s putting his best foot forward.
Julia has been the picture of professionalism, and I think whatever boundary testing they were flirting with has lost steam.
According to studio accounting, halfway-point payments have now been made.
We have reached out to his biological father to make an appearance but have yet to hear back.
We are officially in the home stretch!
Sincerely,
Teri Baker
Story Producer
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CHAPTER 27
Emmett
“PARKS,” I CALL out to my sister before even turning into the barn office.
“What?” She doesn’t bother looking up to acknowledge my arrival.
She’s right where I expected her to be, hunched over a stack of mounting bills, seated at the desk in the corner. This is where she spends much of her time, going over breeding contracts, making and receiving payments, ordering feed. Not to mention every other administrative job you could imagine that comes with running a breeding operation of this scale. We’re just lucky she has a keen eye for this side of it all, but I know it wears on her, having to balance it all.
Usually her days are swallowed by managing the farm, and her evenings by taking business classes at the university to finish her degree. It’s left her life practically dedicated to this place. I feel a pang of pity, thinking about her having to retake a course over such a simple mistake.
She deserves to take a break.
“You’re not busy right now,” I announce like it’s a fact, only to get a dry, squinting look from my sister as she leans back in the upholstered rolling chair. The one that’s probably been in this office for several decades now.
“Yeah, positively nothing to do,” she replies dryly while gesturing to the stack of papers before her.
“Great, that’s perfect then. I really need someone to go for a drink with me tonight.”
She quirks a brow. “Why would you ask your least social sibling to go out for a drink with you on a weeknight? Don’t you have a stable of women who you could ask?”
I scoff at my sister. “For starters, there are only four left. And for clarity, I don’t like any of them enough to hang out with unless I’m getting paid for it.”
“Woof.” She rears back slightly with an amused tilt to her mouth. “And people think I’m the coldhearted one.”
I just shrug. No point in defending myself, especially since I meant what I said.
The minute they call “Cut!” and tell me they’ve shot all the B-roll that they need for the week’s episode, I get the fuck off set as fast as I can.
“Why don’t you ask Evan?”
“He’s not the type of company I want for tonight.”
“Okay, so take Riley.”
I release an exasperated sigh and prop my hands on my hips. “Parks, you know she’s got her head in the game with the horses right now. She’s treating her body like a temple and shit. Going to bed early. Working out. Something about micros and macros. You know, prissy athlete stuff that probably doesn’t make a difference.”
Plus, I can’t ask Riley because she’s the one who set the whole thing up and casually dropped all the details while I was helping her turn out horses one morning. And if I ask her to join, she’ll just mock me mercilessly.
I’ve been working my ass off to pretend Julia doesn’t exist, but the minute my sister mentioned her name, my brain fried and something primal flared to life in me. A possessiveness like I’ve never felt before.
“Give her a break. She’s going to be on the Canadian team. She’s going to win. I just know it. Every bit of effort makes a difference, and I refuse to talk any other way—manifestation is real. So do your part.”
“Okay, cool. I’ll work on my manifestation, but only if you come for a drink with me.”
“Oh my god, is this show driving you to drink? I’ve barely recovered from our last meeting in the crawl space. What’s going on?”
“Parker. Please.”
“Fine. But I’m only coming because you’re up to something, and now I want to know what it is.”
“Pfft. You act like wanting to hang out with your closest sibling is a crime.”
She barks out a laugh, spinning the chair before pointing at me. “No, but as your closest sibling, I can tell when you’re bullshitting me.”
We walk into the Cactus Club, and Parker shoots me a disbelieving look. “You expect me to believe that you just wanted to spend some quality time with your sister here?”
I stifle a laugh because, yeah, this place is, well… not me.
It’s hypermodern, serving the world’s most generic menu, and lounge beats play throughout the space. Every waitress wears a black blouse, black skirt, and black heels, like they signed a contract promising to show zero personality lest it offend a patron.
My dusty boots and faded ball cap make me stick out like a sore thumb, but I don’t give a fuck. I’m not here to make an impression.
I’m here to spy on Julia Silva and her weird fucking blind date, Dominic.
I tug my Stal Brandt cap down lower to be incognito. Then, I make a beeline for the bar where I can sit with my back to the room but still turn and see what’s going on.
I wasn’t going to do this. I wasn’t. But then I thought about Julia walking into her first real date in over two years, all just to keep Dick Wad off our asses, and I was riled. Parker pulls up the stool beside me, shaking her head. “My god, you’re acting fucking weird. Are we about to take part in some black-market exchange or something? Is a man in a suit going to drop a briefcase at your feet?”
“No, we’re just going to have a few drinks and chat.”
Parker and I order beers and fall into an easy conversation like we always do. With her, there’s no pretense. She sees through my bullshit—I knew she would—but there’s no judgment from her. She figured me out almost instantly, but she doesn’t interrogate me.
One beer turns into two, and our conversation grows more animated and more personal. I share updates on the show, and Parker laments her professor and what a grumbly asshole he is. And before I know it, I take what has to be my fiftieth glance toward the door.
And finally, I lay eyes on Julia. Relief hits me in a rush.
Parker shifts on her stool, scanning the restaurant to follow my gaze. “Oh.”
“Oh, what?” I respond, turning back and hunkering down with my elbows on the bar. Trying and failing to act casual.
“I get it now.”
“You get what?” I say, still playing stupid from under the brim of my cap.
“You’re here spying on the girl you’re in love with.”
“I’m not in love with her. I’m… we’re…”
I sigh and drop my head between my arms in frustration because I don’t know what I am with Julia. Obsessed maybe. I like her. I like her company. I like her sense of humor. I like the way she carries herself at work—she’s such a fucking badass.
I just like.
“Emmett, you are down so bad for this girl. I think you don’t know what that feels like, but, babe, this is it.”
“I’m just looking out for her.” I reply because that part’s not a lie. I am looking out for her.
“Right. But a simple text me when you get home safe would suffice. Does she even know you’re here?”
I lift my head and roll my neck to cover for taking a quick peek over my shoulder toward the hostess stand. Julia has her hair poker-straight, which somehow satisfies me. At least this loser doesn’t get to see her in full force because that natural hair makes me fucking weak in the knees.
Aside from that, she’s wearing a blouse that she’s buttoned to the base of her throat, paired with bell-bottom jeans and high heels. I thank my lucky stars that it’s not that fucking denim dress. She’s far more covered up than the weather calls for, but I understand why she’s chosen this outfit.
She doesn’t know what kind of guy this dude is, and a blind date is even worse that way. Julia has been through enough, and I know how daunting this must be for her.
Dominic? Give me a more suspicious name.
That baby-blue polo shirt? This isn’t a round of golf, pal.
The Cactus Club? Generic as fuck. Just like him.
God, the itch to reach for my phone and tell Riley she’s taken her bad taste in men too far with this one is strong. My stomach churns. Probably because Julia being here is my fault. Guilt leaves me queasy for pushing her into it, but I feel the need to keep watching as they’re led toward a small high-top in the lounge.
“If you were going for incognito with the hat and the surprise attack, the way you’re staring is giving you away.” Parker sips her beer with a satisfied smirk on her lips.
I scoff and resort to casting furtive glances over my shoulder just to make sure that Julia looks comfortable. Because the minute her date takes a turn, I’m going to be on Dominic’s ass like white on rice.
I drop my head, pressing my palms to either side of the chilled pint glass, hoping to appear discreet even as I spiral over what to do next.
“Well, this was short-lived,” Parker chuckles, popping me in the ribs with her elbow.
And then I feel it. Someone standing next to me.
Julia.
She reaches forward, lifting the brim of my hat, and Parker full-on laughs.
I turn and offer Julia a sheepish grin, because I’m so fucking busted right now.
Her eyes roam my face, and I try to cover. “Oh, hey, Julia. Fancy meeting you here.”
She leans in close and whispers in my ear, “Fancy? Remember when you said I was obsessed with you?” She smiles as she draws away, shaking her head at me in disbelief before turning to leave. “Dominic and I are leaving. I’m not going on a date with an audience. Hope you have a nice night.”
I can’t even bring myself to look away from her as she departs. And Parker doesn’t hesitate to call me on it.
“Cool, Em. Really cool.”
I groan, and my cheeks burn as I watch Julia and Dominic leave the restaurant. He looks confused, but eager. And I hate the way his eyes trail over her body when she passes through the door ahead of him.
I thought checking on her would make me feel better, but now she’s leaving. With him. And all I feel is worse.
Anxiety churns in my gut.
Where will they go next? How long will they stay out?
There’s no way she’d go home with him. But if she did, it wouldn’t be any of my business. I told her to go on this date. We both agreed that we couldn’t go on stealing kisses in places where we were sure to get caught.
Guess I didn’t fully comprehend the fact that if she wasn’t kissing me, she might be kissing someone else.
And it’s that thought that keeps me up tossing and turning all night.
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CHAPTER 28
Emmett
Riley
Emmett. You are under arrest for crashing Julia’s date. Get a hold of yourself, man. Are ten women not enough for you?
Evan
Riley, give him a break. He’s eliminated a bunch of them. He might only have four left by now. He needs at least one for every day of the week.
Evan
Em, though… seriously? Are you sick? Running a fever?
Oma
Maybe it was a coincidence? LOL.
Riley
No, Julia told me when I checked in with her on how it went.
Parker
How did she say it went?
Riley
She wasn’t very forthcoming. Said that a lady never tells.
Evan
Ouch. Does that mean you’re not a lady, Riley? Because you’re pretty forthcoming about your dating life. I know things I wish I didn’t.
Opa
I wish I knew how to leave this chat.
Emmett
That’s all she said?
Riley
Oh good, you’re here now. Explain yourself.
Emmett
It was a coincidence. Parker and I just went out for a drink.
Parker
Totally. Very random. Not planned at all. It’s a small world and all that.
Oma
Emmett and Parker are the most prone to lying of the four of you, though. So…
Riley
See? Oma thinks you guys are full of shit. Now spill.
Emmett
Sorry. A gentleman never tells.
Evan
That doesn’t even make sense in this context.
Emmett
Okay, true. Let me try again.
Emmett
Riley, fuck off.
Oma
LOL.
Riley is giving the women riding lessons for a segment on the show, and she’s going to lord it over me for the rest of my life.
The amused glances she shoots my way are proof that I’m going to pay for this. I’m also going to get a lot of unsolicited opinions from her the minute we’re away from the cameras. Hell, maybe she can spill it all in the group chat again like she did this morning.
“Ugh,” Evelyn grumbles from atop her horse. The poor guy has put on the brakes and is refusing to move. And I don’t blame him. I wouldn’t want to be charged with carrying Evelyn around either.
“Evelyn, just wait in the corner until I can help you out,” Riley calls to her, barely sparing her a glance. Because Evelyn was talking a real big game during setup about how she used to ride.
I don’t know how long ago that was, but it appears as though it might have been in another lifetime.
“Catherine, that’s great. You’ve got such a nice feel. You know that?”
Catherine beams back at my sister, clearly thrilled with the compliment coming from an established horsewoman. “Thank you, I grew up riding. It’s been a while, though,” she replies innocently. She wasn’t present for Evelyn talking a big game, so she’s clueless how it looks for her to say that.
Richard will love it, spin it like blatant shit-talk.
“Jada, you’re a natural! And Akira? Girl, are you sure this is your first time on a horse?”
“Yep! But my uncle in Japan has several on his property and I love to brush them when we visit.”
“You’ll have to get on next time!”
Riley carries on, complimenting the other women, and I swear she’s intentionally leaving Evelyn out of her praise. The way one dimple pops up on her right cheek like she’s trying not to laugh is a dead giveaway.
My sister is ruthless.
I glance over at Evelyn. She’s glaring daggers at Catherine from atop the immobile horse.
Teri nudges me with her elbow from where we stand at the edge of the arena. “This is a great scene, but poor Evelyn looks a little embarrassed. Maybe you could hop in and give her a little extra attention, you know? Might help boost her confidence a bit.”
A soft chuckle draws my attention away from Teri. Julia has her fist raised in front of her mouth. She clearly heard Teri’s take on the scene and is greatly amused.
I widen my eyes at her as if to say, Shut up or you’re going to get us in trouble.
She must pick up on it, because she turns to leave, but not before casting one last satisfied glance in Evelyn’s direction.
I watch Julia scurry down the hallway and duck into the tack room where she can get a good laugh in private. She’s wearing a pair of acid-wash Levi’s like they were fucking made for her. Her ass is world-class, and I will die on that hill.
I wonder if Dominic thought so too.
I shake my head, refusing to go down that path. God knows it took me long enough to fall asleep last night, wondering if the date ended there or was granted a second wind after she found me out.
It would have been nice if Riley had even a modicum of information. At least knowing something would have made getting embarrassed in the family chat worth it.
But instead, I’m still left wondering. Fixating. I’m the one who told her to go on that date. We agreed it was for the best.
But it doesn’t feel like the best.
It feels like the worst.
It… feels. And after years of not feeling much of anything where relationships are concerned, it’s also fucking consuming.
“Yeah, totally. Poor Evelyn,” I reply absently, feeling Teri’s attention on the side of my face. I toss her a smooth smile to mask my distraction. “I’m just going to run to the tack room and grab her some spurs to see if that could help. I’ll be right back.”
Stupid.
What I’m doing is monumentally stupid.
Teri grins back at me, looking pleased with my response. “Perfect. Richard will love this.”
Fuck Richard and fuck the consequences.
My brain is out of control, high on something I have zero tolerance for. I know I’m making reckless decisions right now, but I’ve never been one for playing it safe, which is why I don’t let myself overthink what I do next.
I saunter away from the crew, duck down the dark barn alleyway, and with one quick glance over my shoulder to see if anyone is watching, I slip into the tack room.
Julia is here, back to me, fingers trailing over one of several saddles on the rack before her.
I’m not supposed to be here, and I’m not supposed to do this.
I wasn’t planning to say anything.
Hell, I spent all morning telling myself I’d play it cool. I planned to ask how her day was going, toss in a smug joke or two like nothing weird happened last night. Like the thought of her sitting across from some guy who was “sweet” and available and might have an actual chance with her hadn’t been gnawing at me all damn night.
I close the door and lock it behind myself, and the sound makes Julia spin on the spot to face me.
She looks tanner somehow, her skin glowing against a flowy white boho top, the neckline wide enough to show off the elegant slope of her neck, the proud lines of her collarbones. Loose tendrils of dark hair spill out of her messy bun, topping off the sensual look.
Her hair is back to curly, so she’s clearly had a shower.
Maybe with him.
Fuck. I hate living in my brain right now.
The expression on her face is half surprise, half satisfaction. Like she knows I’m losing my goddamn mind. Like she can see straight through me.
So I cave.
“How was your date?” I ask, my tone harsher than I mean.
Or maybe it’s exactly what I mean.
She blinks before moving toward the bench in the middle of the room, taking a seat, propping back on her palms, and crossing her legs.
Pure attitude.
“Wow. Straight to it, huh?”
“Just curious,” I reply with an unaffected shrug. “Call it professional interest. One coworker to another.”
“Coworkers?” She chuckles, crossing her arms. “You been kissing Teri and asking her about her dates too?”
“I would never.”
“Oh, don’t go acting all holier-than-thou on me now. You know damn well I didn’t want to go on that date. But it’s for the best, right?”
“No.” I say, my voice low. “It is definitely not for the best. Not for me.”
Her brows lift. “You all but told me nothing would ever happen between us. Even after the show. You want me. You don’t want me. Make up your fucking mind.”
“You think I don’t want you?” I laugh, dark and humorless. I told her that. Hell, I even thought I meant it. But that was before I realized I can’t stay away from her.
Her chest heaves as I push off the doorframe to prowl toward her.
“Because if you do,” I say, coming to a stop and towering over her. “Then you’re not paying attention.”
She tries to look unaffected, but I see it—the hitch in her breath, the way her eyes drop to my mouth before snapping back up. “Are you jealous, Emmett?”
My fingers dust over her neck, thumb under her jaw, tipping her face up. “I am jealous. I’m losing my goddamn mind over you. And you’re traipsing around in these tight fucking jeans with a permanent smile on your face like you weren’t out all night with some country club loser who got the chance I only dream of getting with you.”
Her eyes lock on mine, wide and dark. “Then do something about it.”
And that’s all it takes to break whatever leash I’ve been trying—and failing—to keep on myself.
My hands drop suddenly, gripping her hips and tugging her closer.
“You went on a date, and I fucking hate that,” I say, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Did he touch you like this?” I drag my teeth over her jaw, letting one hand slip into her back pocket to give her round ass a possessive squeeze.
Her breath catches, but she doesn’t answer. Her silence makes me feel more desperate. More untethered.
I drop to my knees in front of her, needing to look her in the eye. Needing to know. To see. To read her features.
Her cheeks are pink, and her breathing is labored. She stares back at me, need simmering in her dark eyes.
“Did he make you feel like this?” I flick open the button at the top of her jeans before gripping her hip, pushing her boundaries just to see how she’ll react.
She still doesn’t answer, but she lifts one hand—not breaking eye contact—as she reaches down and unzips her pants.
“That’s what I thought,” I mutter roughly, and then I shoot forward, pulling her face to mine as I kiss her—hard, hungry, like I’m trying to erase any trace of him she might still be carrying.
She returns the kiss, no hesitation, no holding back. Her hands fist in my shirt, tugging, demanding.
Suddenly frantic, I turn us, lying her down the length of the bench in one smooth motion.
She makes a surprised noise against my lips when I move over her, but her legs wrap around my hips on instinct.
“I’ve been thinking about this for weeks. Taking you. Tasting you. It’s been fucking torture,” I mutter against her neck. “Every time you laugh, every time you shoot me one of those snarky looks, when you bite that goddamn lip.”
She grabs my jaw. “That’s what I spent all last night thinking about. In my bed. Alone.”
I’m relieved beyond what I’ve ever felt before. I knew he didn’t stand a chance, but I needed to hear it all the same.
I needed to hear her say it. That she went home alone. That she thought about this. About me.
Us.
“I think you get off on making me—”
“Emmett.” She grabs my jaw. “Did you storm in here and lock the door just to talk? Stop thinking.”
Then she pulls me back to her mouth, kissing me like she wants to bruise me with it. Her needy moans urge me on.
My hands are everywhere—under her shirt, tracing the soft line of her waist, removing her sandals, tugging at her jeans until she lifts her hips and finally lets me pull them down.
“We don’t have long, but I’m not leaving this fucking room without knowing how you taste,” I growl, getting rid of her pants as efficiently as possible.
“I thought we were staying away from each other?” she murmurs, clearly just as torn as I am. Both of us ready to break every rule we laid out for each other that night in the diner.
I groan when I see her plain white cotton thong. It makes her look far too innocent for all the things I want to do to her.
“This can be a onetime thing. Just to… take the edge off.”
“Yeah. Okay. Definitely. Just to take the edge off.” Her eyes are glassy as she pants out her agreement.
I kneel on the simple plywood floor at the end of the bench and pull her to the edge, one hand gripping each thigh as I spread her. Pausing, I stare for several beats, any intelligent thoughts shriveling up and dying at the sight before me.
“Fuck, Jules. Looking like this should be illegal.”
“Taking this long should be illegal.”
“Mouthy,” I mutter as I reach forward and hook my fingers in the gusset of her underwear to expose her.
She hisses when the cool air hits her cunt. It makes her clench.
“Fuck. Fuck. You want it bad, don’t you?”
“Emmett—”
I cut her off by pressing my fingertips into the fabric and yanking roughly. My patience is shot, and I want her riding my face as soon as possible. I rip her panties over toned thighs and shove them into my pocket before tugging her closer and dropping my head to take one long, firm lick.
She cries out, and it’s fucking music to my ears.
“Yes, Jules?” I smile against her pussy. “Was there something you wanted to say to me?”
“I…” she trails off when I go back in, sucking hard once on her clit.
“You’re going to keep your legs spread and let me enjoy myself?”
“Fuck you,” she breathes. I grin up at her as she props herself on her elbows and gazes down at me, pure dazed lust on her face.
