Page 14 of Sweet Girl

“Fuck, beautiful. That sound.” My cock hardens in my gym shorts, her moan perking him right up. I slide my palm over my shaft to adjust myself as inconspicuously as possible.

“Well, Jesus, Aidan, this is amazing. Holy fuck. Looks like photography isn’t the only thing you’re skilled at.”

“Oh, baby, trust me. I’m skilled at more than just those two things,” I say, giving her a little wink.

She shakes her head with a smile, playing off my words.

“Mmm. My god,” she moans again as she sips.

“Emma. I’m warning you. Keep making those noises, and I’ll be tempted to come over there and see what other ones I can pull from you.”

“What noises?” Dom’s voice breaks the spell Emma has me under.

“Just making your girl moan from the vanilla latte I made her.”

Dom walks into Emma’s space, dropping a kiss on her forehead. She smiles brightly up at him like he hung the fucking stars and moon, and I find myself jealous of their relationship. Dom hasn’t ever been the relationship type, not since shit went down with his psycho ex five years ago.

They had been steady fuckbuddies for a few months when she came to him one day claiming she was pregnant, despite the fact that he wrapped it every time. Dom lost his fucking mind. He wasn’t happy his child was being carried by someone he didn’t feel shit for, but he was determined to make it work because he’d die before he bailed on his baby. The three of us fought for weeks over whether he would move her ass into the house with us when the baby was born. Something never felt quite right. A few months later, we still hadn’t figured out what we were going to do. Having enough of the shit and following his gut, Cruz followed her to a crack house in Tacoma and recorded her shooting up with some lowlife pieces of shit.

After showing the video to Dom, he lost it. Bought a pregnancy test and made her piss on it right in front of us. Guess who was never pregnant? His trust issues run deep, but something about Emma broke through all those walls. If our little fucked-up family had a leader, it would be Dom, he’s the strongest and most levelheaded, but he’s putty in Emma’s hands.

“Glad you made her feel good this morning, brother. I took care of her last night so it’s only fair.”

Emma’s eyes widen as she looks from Dom to me and back again. Her face is a pretty mix of shock and arousal at his innuendo, her cheeks turning pink and her mouth dropping open slightly. Goddamn is she responsive.

“Happy to serve her, Your Highness,” I deadpan.

“Thank you, Aidan, really. I needed this,” she says in a much softer, more human tone than the creature I met in the kitchen.

“Good. You seem . . . happier?”

“Mmm,” she moans between sips. “I am.”

I set my cup on the coffee table and stand, her eyes widening as if she isn’t sure what I’ll do next, knowing her little mistake and my previous warning.

“Emma, Emma, Emma,” I tsk. “What did I tell you?”

I walk across the small living room until I’m right in front of her, dropping down on my knees at her feet. Her face is flushed a bright pink that spreads down her neck, her chest rising and falling harder. Fuck, I love seeing her like this.

“Well?” I ask.

“That if I made that noise again you’d be tempted to come find out what other ones you could pull from me.” Her voice is a hushed whisper and only turns me on further.

“Good girl. You were listening.”

Her eyes flutter closed as she takes a quick inhale of oxygen. So, she likes praise. Noted.

I extend my hands toward her to spread those bare legs open when her knee raises slowly, her foot coming out and resting on my chest. Those bright pink toenails are a flash of color on her pale skin. The position gives me a clear view between her legs, a strip of bright crimson lace covering her hairless pussy, the bottom of her plump ass peeking out. I nearly groan out loud at the visible wet spot at her center. Fuck, she likes this just as much as I do.

She presses against me slightly, not enough to push me away, but enough to hold me back. She smiles behind her mug, and it takes all my self-control not to say fuck the plan and spread those legs and fucking devour her pussy with my mouth right here and now.

Fuck.

I look over at Dom, hoping like hell he’ll just say fuck it and let me feast, but he shakes his head ever so slightly. I’m gonna fucking kill him for making me wait. I’ve waited long enough.

“Hey.” A black boot nudges my Vans where I sit against a shelf of books in the high school library. I pull my AirPod out of my ear and look up to see who’s bothering me and I nearly choke on my spit.

Emma Juliet Davis.

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