Page 95 of Miles Apart
To my surprise, Emma responded, a sign that the journey back into her heart won’t take a lifetime. I’d wait one if necessary, but at this point, I’m doing everything but begging. Shit, I’m ready to move in if she says the word. I already snuck clothes into a drawer, and she hasn’t tossed them, so that’s progress.
My phone rings again, then Emma’s.
“Ignore it.” I lick my way up her body and into her mouth.
Em missed me, whether her stubborn ass wants to admit it or not. We’re meant to be together, and now that I have her, I refuse to let her go.
I suck her tongue and pump three fingers into her pussy, which is ready for me to consume. My crown pushes through her entrance, stretching walls I haven’t felt in weeks.
“Miles.” My name is a knot in Emma’s throat, low and sultry in tone. A desire to trust glitters in her eyes.
“I’m here, kitten.” I kiss her and push in another inch.
Our phones go off again. Emma’sSister, Sisterringtone for Justice is loud and annoying.
“I know you’re not.”
“It’s an emergency,” Emma mumbles into my mouth.
“So is this dick.”
She chuckles and slaps at my chest. “We only call each other this early if it’s serious.”
“Fine, but make it quick,” I grit out and slide back down her body, slapping her pussy when she scoots away. “Stay still.”
Emma picked Jay up from the airport yesterday. They spent half the day together before Em dipped for a night shoot. This better be an emergency. Jay’s my sister, but she is fucking up my time with Bernadette.
“Terrence is cheating on me with Elena fromThe Vampire Diaries. Do you want to go on a coffee run? I can’t work the machine here. Tony Stark left no instructions.”
Say that one more time.
I pop my head up from between Emma’s legs to verify that I heard what the fuck she just said.
Justice blows out a frustrated breath. “I went out with SiSi last night, over in West Hollywood.”
“Uh-huh,” Em says, trying to follow along.
“Terrence was out after a business meeting. When I went to my car, he was across the street with some guy and a woman.” It’s hard to follow Justice with her sobbing every three words while licking Emma into my mouth.
Cheating and Terrence don’t belong in the same sentence. He came out to Cali a week ago to wrap up a contract with a client and take a business meeting that will change his career. Nowhere on that itinerary was stepping out on his wife. He loves Justice too much. But if what she’s saying is true, he can get this ass whooping right now.
I lose it when Justice sobs again, something about a hotel and some Pop-Tarts.
Fuck all this.
The room goes silent at my growl. “I’ll fucking kill him myself,” I mutter.
“Miles, please calm down. I don’t want anyone to get hurt,” Emma pleads away from the phone’s camera.
“I’m not about to argue in whispers,” I bark, damn near on mute. “Take care of your friend, and I’ll handle mine.” Emma knows what’s up, that she might as well meet me at the nearest police precinct with my bail. T knows better. He can catch this heat for fucking up my breakfast.
Em reaches for me when I move off the bed but drops the phone. She scrambles for it and accidentally puts me face-to-face with Justice, whose eyes and mouth are the size of saucers.
“Miles?” Her face is pale and her eyes are puffy.
“Are you still at the house? Justice!” She jumps at the bass in my voice. “Are. You. There?” Now is not the time for a commercial break in her head.
“Y-yes.”
