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She bites her lip hard as my fingers brush against her fabric covered clit. A little whimper slips free as a full body shudder takes over her when I press down.
Slowly, I move my two fingers in slow, firm circles.
Her hand clenches around her phone, her lips parted as her breathing quickens.
The more I work her over, the more her control breaks. “Weston,” she whispers. She’s close and fuck, it’s so damn sexy.
“Weston, Wyatt. Orders up.” Sophia's voice shatters the moment.
Emma whines when I move my hand, turning to look at me with wounded eyes. I chuckle, leaning in to brush my lips across hers. “Be a good girl, and we'll finish what we started later.”
Emma groans, letting her head fall to the table. “You two are going to be the death of me.”
We laugh as Wyatt gets up and helps her out, I follow. “But it would be such a sweet way to go.” I wink.
“Sure, if you call having the lady version of blue balls sweet,” she mutters, shooting me a glare.
I like her sassy side.
“Clit blocker,” Emma mutters as she grabs her takeout bag from Sofia and continues out the door.
Sophia lets out a shocked laugh, eyes wide. My brows jump and I chuckle, so does Wyatt.
“Well, boys, I think you’ve met your match.”
“I think so too.” Wyatt grins and we follow her out the door.
“Come on, Red. Let’s get out of here and let us take you on a date.” as I help her into the truck.
“A date?” she asks nervously. “Okay, where?”
I give Wyatt a look and he nods. “A little place we know. Trust me, we think you're going to love it.”
CHAPTER NINE
As we pull out of our parking spot, the vibrant, sassy woman sitting between us suddenly goes still and tenses up. I glance over at her, feeling the shift in her personality.
Emma’s body, usually so relaxed and full of life, now looks rigid and defensive. She digs her fingers into her bare thighs, and I can see her knuckles turning white from the pressure.
Her eyes, usually sparkling with humor and confidence, are wide and darting, as she spots Greg standing across the street. The bastard looks as smug as ever, like he’s won some kind of prize.
Someone didn’t get the memo that he’s not wanted here.
Anger toward him courses through me along with a fierce protectiveness for her. No one should have the power to make her feel this way, especially not that prick.
As Weston drives, I can't help but notice how close she is, yet how distant she feels at the moment. The chemistry and chatter that usually flows between us is replaced by a cold barrier.
“Why the fuck is he still here?” she grinds out between clenched teeth.
"Hey, don't worry about that asshat," I say, keeping my voice light. "He's probably stuck here 'cause he can't get a flight out. Happens all the time."
He better hope that’s why he’s still here. I won’t let him hurt her. He doesn’t deserve to even breathe the same air as her.
Emma doesn't respond, just nods slightly, her eyes still locked on Greg until we turn the corner. I make a silent promise to myself: I’ll do everything I can today to make her forget about him.
She deserves so much better.
The drive is unusually quiet. Emma, normally so full of sass and fire, sits silently, staring out the window. I glance at Weston, and he gives me a slight nod. We both know something’s up. No way is it just seeing her soon to be ex that has her this quiet and reserved.
