Page 66 of That Kind of Guy

Even the thought of her with someone else made me white-knuckle the steering wheel. “I don’t know your type. Maybe you wanted an outlet.”

She laughed. “An outlet for what?”

I swallowed again. An outlet for what we were doing against the car before. An outlet for what was making me hard more and more often these days. “Maybe you just needed someone to have sex with.”

“Oh.” She watched me and I watched the road. “And you thought that some young guy who smokes pot for breakfast was who I would choose?” I could hear the grin in her voice.

“He was looking at you like he wanted that.”

She laughed. “Yeah, he’s got a little crush on me.” She shrugged. “So what?” Her mouth dropped open. “Emmett, are youjealous?”

“I don’t like it.” Especially not with him living below her, always there. Looking… with his stupid eyes. My gaze slid over to Avery, sitting there with her legs crossed and her arm draped over the door. She had rolled the window down and her hair fluttered in the wind around her shoulders. Her skin looked so soft.

“You are. You’re jealous.” Her grin was back and her gaze raked over my form with appreciation.

I didn’t answer her. Iwasjealous. She knew I was fucking jealous. I reached out and rested my hand on her thigh. Her breath caught in her throat and her muscles tensed under my hand for a brief moment before relaxing. Fucking hell, I was so hard. Maybe I could just turn the car around and go straight to my place. No. Shit. What was I thinking? It wasn’t like that with us. Fucking hell. I had never been so horny and angry at the same time.

“You don’t have anything to worry about.” Her voice was soft.

“Good.” I glanced at her and then back to the road. “If you need an outlet, you call me. I’ll make you come harder than he ever could.”

A shiver rolled through her. Her thighs tensed and pressed together under my hand, and we locked eyes. Her mouth parted. “Noted.”

I turned back to the road. What was I doing? What Avery and I were doing, it was a contract, and now I was getting jealous and telling her not to see other guys? Telling her I’d make her come hard? I removed my hand from Avery’s thigh and immediately wanted to put it back, but this wasn’t what she signed up for. Guilt and frustration hit me deep in my gut and I frowned as I drove.

Avery flicked the radio on and we arrived at the school a few minutes later. I kept my hand on her back as we walked inside.

The prom would be held inside the school gymnasium and only a few teachers had arrived. The lights had been dimmed, a few disco balls had been strung up, and gold and black balloons floated in the air. A song I recognized from the radio played. Avery squeezed my arm and I felt a thrill in my chest.

“Oh, my god. This is so cool.” She grinned at me, and her eyes sparkled. “Thank you so much for agreeing to this.”

I nearly laughed. I was the lucky one. I couldn’t even remember why I hesitated saying yes to this.

Right. Because Nat had dumped me the day before and gone with my best friend.

I waited for the pang in my chest at the memory, but it didn’t show up. Avery shifted towards me, and the plush velvet of her dress brushed my palm.

I looked down at her and smiled. “No problem.” It felt like an understatement.

“Don’t you two look gorgeous.” Miri approached with her eyes lit up. “You look like movie stars. I’m going to stick you two at the drinks table.”

The teenagers began to pour in and the energy in the gym buzzed. Avery and I were occupied for the next hour at the drinks table, pouring punch and handing out napkins. It was fun, surprisingly. I didn’t think this would be fun but it was. The kids were excited and Avery was enjoying herself, chatting with everyone and admiring the girls’ dresses and hairstyles. Scott dropped by to say hello.

“Take a break,” Miri told us. “I’ll take over from here.”

Avery handed off another glass of punch. “Are you sure?”

“Thanks, Miri.” I didn’t wait for Miri’s answer and pulled Avery toward the dance floor. “Come on, let’s show these teens how awkward we can be.”

She laughed and let me lead her out there. I grabbed her hand and spun her around, and when she smiled at me, my heart flipped in my chest. Goddamn, she was gorgeous.

We danced a few songs before a slow song came on and my hands came to her waist.

“Adams, will you slow dance with me?” I asked her in a low voice, pulling her closer.

She nodded and placed her hands behind my neck. “I haven’t slow danced like this since high school.”

I pulled her flush against me so that we were essentially hugging.

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