Page 139 of There's No Us Without You
“If you guys are fucking, can you at least do it in front of me?” For a moment, there’s just silence as Will and I stare at each other until the loud banging starts up again. “Guys?”
Will groans and presses his forehead to mine as he removes his hand from my underwear. What the hell? Moments ago, I was a writhing mess on the floor. Now I’m just a hot and sweaty mess.
But most of all, I’m unsatisfied.
Will doesn’t let me dwell in my hormone pity party, when he snatches the remote from the ground and lifts me in one swift movement, then throws me over his shoulder.
“Good girl,” he says, with a quick tap to my arse. “Emerson is waiting for movie night.”
We’re downstairs moments later, Will stalking towards the couch where Emerson is on his back in hysterics.
“Oh, Pop-Tart.” Emerson shakes his head while wiping his eyes from the tears of laughter streaming down his face. “I told you he wasn’t kidding.”
I give him the finger before I’m thrown onto my back beside him.
Will eyes us both and stalks over to the opposite couch. “I should make Emerson tie you up for disobeying me, Sunshine. Or rather, I should tie both of you up.”
My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I glance at Emerson while almost bouncing in my seat. I’d like that. A lot.
“It’s okay, come here. I’ll make it all better,” he says, before grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me in to press a soft kiss to my lips. “I missed you.”
His warm breath dances over my face when he presses the tip of his nose to mine, and I melt into him, my skin still burning up with the need to be touched.
To be taken.
Emerson wraps a hand in my hair and tugs my head back. “Did Will make you his?”
My eyes snap open at the mention of Will, and I shove against Emerson’s chest, needing some distance. “Oh god.” I bury my face in my hands, feeling every bit of shame over the fact I’m giving myself to two men at the same time.
“Don’t be ashamed you want us both, Eden.” Emerson grabs my chin and pulls my hands from my face, forcing me to look at him.
“But—”
“Do you?”
“Do I what?” I whisper, my eyes darting between the two men.
“Do you want us both?” It’s like he’s asking me if I want tomato or barbecue sauce on my hamburger with the way he says it so matter-of-factly.
I swallow hard. It should feel wrong that I want them both, but it doesn’t. If anything, it feels like the rightest thing in the world.
I nod. “Yes.”
“Thank fuck.” Emerson grips my face in one hand and crushes his mouth to mine again.
The taste of him is like nothing else. No amount of chocolate or ice cream sandwiches would come close. He caresses my tongue with his, achingly slow, as though he’s savouring every delicious second.
I’m lost in him, my body melting against his when he pulls me onto his lap to straddle his thighs. He grips my hips, fingers digging in, as I grind my pussy against his crotch, knowing full well I’m ready to explode.
I’m acutely aware Will is watching us, his heated gaze sending goosebumps racing over my sweat-dampened skin.
Emerson pulls back, keeping his hands on my hips as he directs his attention over my shoulder. “Crawl to Will, baby. Let him taste you the way you let me.”
I bite my bottom lip and nod. My heart is now hammering in my chest as my limbs move all on their own, my brain unable to focus on anything but keeping me from passing out.
When I get on my hands and knees, a rush of warmth spreads over my skin, Will’s hooded glare letting me know just how wanted I am as I literally crawl my way to him.
“Aren’t you a good fucking girl?” Will nods to the space between his legs. “Kneel.”
