Page 57 of Stolen Moments

“My brother called in a favor and got me a ticket,” I interject, bringing the focus back to me as an embarrassed Emery shifts foot to foot under her brother’s watchful eye. I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her to my side.

“And who, pray tell, is your brother?” he asks.

I’m not about to answer that question. Maybe another time.

“Chrisy, stop being a brat,” Emery chides.

He turns a snarling face her way, and her shoulders drop. My hackles rise until Chris laughs and I know it’s all in good fun. I’m familiar with annoying younger siblings.

I stifle my laugh. I like this guy. He reminds me of Cameron always giving me shit. While my brother is a pain in the ass, I love him. It’s clear that Emery feels the same about her brother.

“Who are those for?” Chris points a finger at the bouquet in my hand.

Shit. I forgot all about it.

Emery looks up at me and bites her now lipstick-free bottom lip. She uses her thumb and wipes around my mouth, trying to clean the red stains off my face. I wrap my fingers around her small wrist and lay a kiss on the soft skin.

“Hi.”

She smiles at my late greeting. “Hi.”

Emery wraps her arms around my neck. I lean down to kiss her.

“Hello!” Chris interrupts, throwing his hands in the air.

I push the flowers out at him. “You. These are for you.”

He rolls his eyes and grabs them. “You’re a smooth fucker, you know that?”

I shrug at him while the beauty beside me snorts a giggle.

“These are Emmy’s favorite color, but since she gets you tonight, I’m taking these as a consolation prize.”

“How about dinner too?” I offer.

Chris gives me a wide smile. “Now we’re talking, Mr. Smooth. Follow me.” Chris turns on his heel and heads out of the now-empty theater.

With him gone, I pull Emery close and put my hands in her back pockets, squeezing her firm ass. “Surprised?”

She nods.

“Good surprise?”

She nods again. “The best.” She lifts onto her toes, kissing me softly and slowly as her tongue seductively swipes mine in a sensual dance.

My cock grows thick against my zipper as her hands run over my chest and neck. I grope her ass tighter and she moans into my mouth, reminding me of the night she moaned my name as she came riding my face.

“Yo! Knock that shit off. I’m hungry!”

Emery and I break apart. I press my forehead to hers and close my eyes, attempting to calm down my racing heart and my raging hard-on.

“Is he always this much of a pain in the ass?”

She shakes her head. “No, he’s worse.”

We both laugh at that.

Yep, he’s definitely like my little brother. I don’t know if those two should ever meet.

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