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My pussy pulses around the two men as they take me as one. Emerson is the first to release everything, followed by Will. The guttural sounds coming from them have me almost ready to come again, but I know that’s not going to happen.
I’m wrecked—in the best way possible.
Our bodies are slick with sweat, our breaths mingled as we take a moment to come down from the high of that intense experience. Will’s arms are visibly shaking as he holds himself up, and he plants a soft kiss to my lips before sliding himself out of me gently and standing up.
I wince at the slight sting, and the emptiness.
Will frowns and strokes my cheek. “Sorry, baby. Stay there, don’t move,” he says, then disappears from my blurred vision.
Emerson slides out of me next, so I sink onto the couch beside him and rest my head on his shoulder.
He kisses the top of my head. “You did so good, Pop-Tart. That was the best welcome home gift anyone has ever given me.”
I sigh and close my eyes until Will comes back into the lounge room to clean me up. Then he takes care of Emerson, and I watch on in a complete daze, heart full to bursting.
When we’re all dressed again, I snuggle up to Emerson, Will on the other side, his fingers circling Em’s thigh.
“Movie?” Will grabs the remote. “I’ll even let you watchFootloose.”
Emerson laughs. “You’re so fucking whipped.”
Will just shrugs and switches the TV on before flicking through the movies. Footloose starts up, but I don’t get past the first ten minutes before my eyes flutter closed, a smile on my face.
Nothing can ruin this moment.
SIXTY-THREE
Will
A loud bangingforces me upright in bed, and I rub my face as I try to work out what the fuck is going on. Eden stirs next to me, rolling over to wrap an arm around Emerson.
Then that fucking banging starts up again.
Jesus Christ.
I snatch my phone from the bedside table and tap the screen to light it up. It’s after midnight... on a fucking Wednesday night.
Someone better be getting murdered, or it’ll be me doing the murdering of whoever is at my front door.
Eden and Emerson are still asleep when I race out of my bedroom and down the stairs. I yank open the door to find Tyler standing there, a fresh cut to his lip and a swollen right eye.
“What the fuck, Ty?” I grab his chin to inspect his face. “What the hell is going on with you?”
After our moment two Sundays ago, where we bonded over Emerson’s game, I thought we were getting somewhere. Yet, here he is, standing on my doorstep, looking like he got beat up with a baseball bat.
He glances over his shoulder, his body visibly shaking, teeth almost chattering. “Listen,” he says, sniffing as he turns back to face me. “I don’t have much time, but you need to get away for a couple of days.”
I draw back, folding my arms over my chest. “Excuse me?”
“Will, please. I promise I’ll explain later, but you need to get Eden and Emerson out of here right now.” Tyler attempts to shove past me. “Eden? Emerson?”
He’s yelling . . .
In my goddamn ear.
I stand my ground, giving him a shove backwards. “Would you shut the fuck up? I have neighbours. And I’m not doing anything until you tell me what the fuck is going on.”
My senses are on high alert, but that’s no need to go and get all hasty and make shitty spur-of-the-moment decisions.
