Page 216 of There's No Us Without You
I almost choke. Not only do I have to witness Emerson tearing up the field, but I also have to endure Will using dirty talk against me while out in public.
Would anyone notice if I sat on his lap right now? I am wearing a dress, after all.
“Don’t even think about it,” he says, before kissing my temple and sitting back in a casual position. He rests his hand on my bare thigh and traces small circles over my skin with his fingers.
It’s an absent-minded action, no sexual inclination behind it, but it doesn’t make me any less willing to straddle him right here and now.
“How did you?—”
“Eden, I’m very aware of the way your body reacts to mine. You think I didn’t notice the little smirk on your face while you literally stared at my crotch, then at the hem of your dress?”
I snort into my hand. “Oh my god. I did, didn’t I?”
Will shakes his head, giving my thigh a quick squeeze. “God isn’t going to save you, baby. But you will be screaming ‘Oh god’ later.” He winks and turns his attention to the game.
Bloody hell.
These boys are going to be the death of me. And watching them make love to each other makes my heart so full I could burst. I love them both with everything I have. I never knew what this kind of love felt like until now. It’s the most intense, magnificent, and scary feeling I could imagine, but I’ll take it no matter the cost.
They could literally shatter me into a thousand pieces and I’d still give them all of me—my soul, my heart, my love.
I should be thankful to Kent for that. If he hadn’t cheated, or if I hadn’t caught him, I never would have ended up in Will’s bar that night, or the next day.
It was like the universe was trying to tell me something—that sometimes what we think are our worst days turn out to be the best.
Or at least the ones that change our lives for the better.
I’m just glad Kent has left me alone for the most part. I guess knowing I have two men on my side has deterred him from any further stalking.
The crowd roars again when the opposing team gets into their attacking end—North Sydney’s defensive end.
I hold my breath when the attacker sets up the ball and aims it right at the goals.
Oh god. I can’t watch. I cover my face with my hands, only peeking out between my fingers. It’s something I do when watching scary movies as well, as though only seeing a little bit of the screen will make it less of a jumpscare.
The ball flies through the air, and I drop my hands into my lap, moving once again to the edge of my seat, eyes wide, anticipation sending my heart skyrocketing.
No, no, no . . .
Miss it. . .
Shit, please don’t score.
Will chuckles beside me, but I ignore him, my focus purely on the ball, the goalie, and what is about to happen.
Time seems to slow down, the blood whooshing in my ears now faint, as the goalie for North Sydney jumps into the air and catches the ball in one swift movement. In the next second, he drops it onto his foot and sends it all the way down the other end—straight to Emerson.
If I thought I couldn’t watch before, I sure as hell can’t now. There are three defenders on him, each one brutal in their attack to defend the ball, but he darts around the first one, his footwork like nothing I’ve ever seen before.
It’s Will who grips my hand this time as Emerson darts around the second defender, shoving and shielding the ball to set himself up to strike.
My heart is racing, my breathing growing heavier with each second that passes.
This is it.
Come on, superstar, you’ve got this.
The third defender comes in hard, sliding across the field towards Emerson. When he connects with Emerson’s left knee, all the air is sucked from my lungs.
