Page 70 of Christmas with Brother's Best Friends
I grab her thighs, holding her in place as I suck and lick. Judging from the way her thighs tremble in my grasp, she’s already getting close. When was the last time that she was touched? Does she fantasize about us? About all the dirty things that we did to her?
Just the thought of her writhing in bed with her hand down her panties makes my erection strain against the front of my jeans.
Emma’s breathing quickens. “Oh, yes… like that…”
I hum in bliss, sending vibrations through her clit that make her body tense. As her thighs grow tighter around my head, I maintain my pace, lapping at her clit until it pushes her off the edge.
A moan tears from her as her orgasm rocks through her, making her tremble beneath me. She tugs on my hair and holds me against her until she slumps back into the couch with a heavy inhale. “Woah.”
My tongue travels over my bottom lip as I savor her taste. I’d gladly spend more time between those perfect thighs of hers. “Good, sweetheart?”
Emma smirks at my teasing tone. She starts to reply, but a knock on her front door makes her freeze in place.
“Who is that? Maintenance?” I ask her.
Emma’s eyes widen in realization. “Oh, no. It’s Ethan!”
My blood runs cold as I hurry to my feet, my eyes darting down at the obvious erection straining against the front of my jeans. I can’t be seen here like this! “What? Why?”
Emma pushes herself off the couch and quickly pulls her shorts and panties on, stumbling a little as her legs continue to shake. “I told him that he could borrow my hand mixer. I forgot he was coming!”
Panic pumps through me as I glance around, looking for a place to hide. The front door is definitely a no go.
“Go into my closet! Don’t make a sound,” Emma tells me as she pushes me in that direction.
I hurry into her bedroom and close myself into her small walk-in closet, trying to quiet my breathing when I hear her open the front door. What the hell? I should be hiding from her dad, not her brother. That’s how something like this usually goes.
But instead of worrying about her dad’s approval, I’m concerned about her brothers finding out and beating me into the dirt.
My heartbeat thumps in my ears, making their conversation even harder to make out. Luckily, it doesn’t last long, and Ethan leaves soon after I’ve been shoved into the closet. If I wasn’t hiding to keep myself alive, I would’ve teased him about needing a hand mixer in the first place.
Emma opens the closet door with a stressed sigh. “That was too close, Josh.”
“I haven’t had to hide in a girl’s closet since high school. Really takes me back,” I say with a cheeky grin.
My joke doesn’t lighten her mood like I hoped it would. Instead, she looks even more guilty, which makes me feel like an awful friend to her brothers. They don’t deserve to have their friends and their sister sneak around behind their backs.
“I’m sorry,” I tell her as I step out of her closet. “I just came by to try to make you feel better.”
“Like I’ve told the others, I’m fine,” Emma replies as she walks out of the bedroom away from me.
I trail her with a frown on her face. “Alright, we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. I just want to spend time with you. I miss you.”
Emma turns back to me, her face softening. “I miss you too. I miss all of you.”
My frown shifts into a hopeful smile. “Why don’t we get out of here for a little while? Come get a drink with me.”
Emma smiles back and nods, but she suddenly widens her eyes. Maybe it’s just the lighting, but I swear that her face grows paler too. “Actually, I can’t. I need to get some work done. Thanks for… the snacks.”
At first, all I can do is blink at her in surprise. I thought we were good to go to get a drink, but she changed her mind immediately. Like a switch being flipped.
“Yeah, no problem,” I say, my confusion seeping into my voice. I pause for a moment, waiting for an explanation or for her to change her mind, but she doesn’t say a word. She just glances off to the side like she can’t look at me.
I head out of her apartment, feeling weighed down more and more with each step away from her that I take. There’s definitely something wrong, and me and the guys have all failed to figure out what it is.
Why can’t she just open up to at least one of us? What is so serious and heavy that she can’t share it with anyone?
Whatever it is, it’s pulling her further away from everyone.
