Page 94 of There's No Us Without You
With my hands balled into fists, I contemplate punching a hole straight through this rundown, piece-of-shit weatherboardbuilding that my brother calls a home. I wouldn’t let rats live here. But by the looks of the dump, chances are they already do.
Stepping outside, I take a deep breath. My heart is pounding, and my skin is crawling from being inside that place.
Emerson is trying to wrangle a drunk Eden to the car, so I decide to help instead of chewing him out over what Brady just said. I’m sure he’s just stirring shit, because what the fuck would Emerson need to see Brady for?
He’s not a user.
Right?
Fuck!
When I come up behind them, I grab Eden around the waist and haul her over my shoulder. Her full breasts slam into the centre of my back, all the air rushing from her lungs.
She squeals and attempts to punch me in the arse, but when that does nothing, she gives up and just hangs there until I plant her back on her feet beside my car.
All I get is her squinted green eyes on me, a pout set on her pretty pink lips. Lips I want to bite down on while she rides my cock.
Yep.
I’m fucking screwed.
“Get in the car,” I say while opening the back door.
Eden stays planted to the spot, testing my patience with her drunk courage.
Emerson chuckles, and when I pin him with a glare, he holds his hands up in surrender. “She’s all yours, bro,” he says while climbing into the front passenger seat.
I’m not blind, though.
I don’t miss the smirk on his face.
My grip tightens on the top of the car door, and I focus on Eden again. I’d like nothing more than to wrap my hands around her delicate neck and put her on her knees.
“I’m going to say it again. Get. In. The. Car.”
“Make me,” Eden says, raising an eyebrow, a smug grin on her face.
This isn’t the time to lose my cool over her bratty attitude, so I close my eyes and lift my face to the night sky before taking a deep breath and counting to five.
This woman will be the death of me.
With the fakest smile I can muster, I motion to the back seat. “Eden,pleaseget in the car.”
“I said make?—”
That’s it. I’m done with tonight.
Within seconds, I’m in her space, pressing her up against the back panel of the car as I grab her face, squeezing her cheeks. She swallows, her eyes going wide before settling on my lips.
“If you don’t get in this goddamn car right now, I will throw you in there myself. And I’m telling you, if I get my hands on you, I will strip you bare and fuck that tight little cunt of yours until you can’t walk in the morning. Are we clear?”
A groan comes from inside the car, but I ignore it because I’m not acknowledging my feelings for Emerson right now.
Eden’s mouth falls open—well as much as one can open their mouth while their cheeks are being squeezed—making me tempted to shove two fingers inside it just so I can listen to her gag on them. Instead, I opt to take a step back before I make good on my threat and let Emerson watch me fuck her up against the car.
Those eyes of hers tell me she wants to keep arguing, but she doesn’t. Instead, she climbs into the backseat and folds her arms like a defiant teenager having a tantrum.
Oh, she will be fun to break with that attitude.
