Page 1 of Sweet Girl

epilogue

NEW YEARS EVE

“Vashe zdorov’ye!”

“Cheers!”

The clink of glasses echoes through the expanse of our living room as I celebrate the New Year with my girlfriend and best friends. I wrap my arm around Emma’s waist, pulling her little body flush against mine, my free hand weaving through her hair, arching her head back to look up at me. Her expression is dazed and blissful, so happy and content in my arms, as she smiles up at me.

“Happy New Year,moya lyubov’, my love,”I whisper against her lips.

“Happy New Year, handsome,” she replies, her voice soft and slightly slurred from the shots we’ve been taking all evening. I close the space between us, gripping her tight and holding her so I’ve eliminated every bit of extra space between us, and then I claim her mouth. The kiss is brutal, her soft, cherry-coated lips opening for me as I drive my tongue into her mouth, tasting her sweetness. I ravish her like the greedy motherfucker I am, devouring her in a heated kiss that feels a whole hell of a lot more like fucking. My fingers press hard into her bare hip, as her nails dig into the flesh behind my neck as she matches my intensity.

It’s always like this between us—pure, unadulterated, unrestrained passion.

In the last few months since I’ve made her mine, it’s gone from zero to “I’ll do anything to keep you,” in record time. I know she’s the one. There’s just one thing holding me back. I don’t just want her for myself. I want her forus.

I break the kiss, long enough to drag the rough stubble of my beard across the soft skin of her cheek, trailing down until I reach the spot I can’t get enough of—the bit of flesh where her neck meets her shoulder—and then I suck. Pulling the skin hard before biting, I lap at the spot and trail wet kisses to ease the burn. Her body hums to life in my arms, goosebumps scattering across her perfect skin. When she moans, arching her neck further into me, threading her fingers through the long hair at the top of my head, I know I could take her right here and she wouldn’t fight me for a moment. Standing up to my full height and looking down at the beautiful woman in my arms, her eyes heavily lidded and shrouded with arousal, it takes all the restraint I have not to do just that.

“Fuck. That was hot,” Cruz spouts from his spot leaning against the kitchen counter, his arms crossed at his chest, beer bottle in his hand. Emma spins in my arms, her ass nestled against my thighs, my hard cock pressing firmly into her lower back. I wrap my arm around her chest, pulling her further into me. Cruz’s eyes rake over her body, stopping at where her pebbled nipples are peeking through her little dress. I rub my thumb aimlessly across the bottom of her full breast, loving that she’s braless and that he’s taking in his fill of her.

“Jealous, Cruz?” she teases, but my cock jerks behind my jeans and I know she feels it.

Cruz puts the beer bottle to his lips and tips it back, draining the remainder of the amber liquid into his mouth. He takes a few large, measured steps into our space until he’s standing right in front of her, running his fingers down the side of her face, eyes holding her’s hostage. Emma’s breathing picks up, but she doesn’t falter.Such a good girl.His fingertips stop at her mouth, gliding across the puffy mess I made of her lips.

“Never jealous, angel. Justhungry,”he whispers before turning and walking away, and I chuckle under my breath, releasing Emma from my arms.She sways slightly on her feet, and I don’t know if it’s from the copious amounts of alcohol or the lust that was just coaxed from her by my best friend.

The evening continues, the music playing loudly, my girl swaying her hips in front of where I lounge on the couch, my legs spread wide, arm perched on the armrest. I don’t miss the way my best friends, Aidan and Cruz, stare as she moves her hips to the music, her hands sliding up her frame, picking up her hair and holding it off her neck.

She’s a petite little thing with long, toned legs, hips just wide enough to grip, breasts that fit perfectly in my hands, silky blonde hair that hangs around her shoulders, and the prettiest blue eyes I’ve ever seen. I don’t blame them for looking. The feeling that rises in me is far from jealousy; in fact, it’s the exact opposite. My heart races at the thought of them touching her, licking her, fucking her—all while I watch her unravel beneath them.

Yebat’.

Emma lays down on the couch next to me after a while, the alcohol finally getting to her and making her sleepy, while the boys and I leave to talk random shit in the kitchen.

“Happy New Year, brothers. Another year behind us.”

“And many more to come if we’re lucky,” Aidan adds.

Cruz nods his head in silent agreement. The two of us have been friends since we were nine, many years of history behind us. Aidan came later, walking into my dad’s boxing gym, still in high school, trying like hell to get his photography business up and running. He asked to shoot the boxers training there, and one of them happened to be me. He’s around Emma’s age, but age is just a number. The three of us are inseparable, tighter than anything in this fucked-up world. We may not share blood, but we’re brothers by choice. I’d do anything for them.

The older we get, the more I worry that our merry band of misfits will be broken up someday by natural courses of life. Fuck that. Emma’s the key to keeping that from happening. I just need to get everyone on board first.

After an hour, and ready to call it a night, I go in search of Emma to take her to bed. Walking into the living room, I find Aidan staring at my sweet girl lying on her stomach on the couch sleeping. Her dress has ridden up high, giving just a glimpse of the bottom of her perky ass. He either doesn’t notice me coming into the room or doesn’t give a shit.

“Like what you see, brother?”

His eyes don’t leave Emma’s body, lying motionless on the couch.

“Fucking right I do, and you know it. Hard not to reach out and touch her.”

His eyes finally flick to me, gauging my reaction. Aidan, Cruz, and I have shared before. It’s always been a one-night stand, and we’ve never shared a woman any of us have had feelings for. Not that Cruz has ever let anyone get close enough for him to develop feelings. The respect we have for one another has made it easy on us in the past.

We each have our unique kink, and there’s never any judgment. He knows I’m a voyeur, and understands nothing turns me on more than watching. But right now, Aidan wants to know if Emma is off-limits. I walk over to her, kneeling at her side and running my hands over her long legs, up the curve of her plump ass, lifting her dress the rest of the way as I do.

Leaning down, I drop open-mouthed kisses onto the soft flesh of her ass, her taste so salty sweet. Her skin pebbles with goosebumps, and even passed out drunk, she responds so beautifully to me. Such a good, sweet girl.

Aidan’s breathing becomes labored as he stands behind me and watches. I know it’s killing him not to shove me out of the way and worship her. Good.

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