Page 50 of Interference
“Okay. I’ll take the right side, then.”
He nods, moving to get into the bed. I slide in beside him and stare up at the ceiling. He turns off the light, and the room goes dark. It takes a few minutes for my eyes to adjust to the moonlight through the window.
Everything used to be so easy for us, but I guess it would be when you didn’t do much talking. Now I feel like I need to say something. Do something. It feels weird.
Turning over, I put my hand under my cheek. “How was practice today?” I ask him.
He turns to face me. He looks so gorgeous in the moonlight. It reminds me that I picked a good guy to accidentally have a baby with, but also an attractive one. I only hope our baby inherits his genes.
“I got on the ice. It wasn’t easy. I have a lot of hard work to get back up to starting quality, but it felt good,” he tells me.
I smile at him. “That’s amazing. I’m happy to hear it.”
“I wouldn’t have done it without you, so thank you,” he whispers.
“No thanks needed. I’m glad I could do that for you,” I tell him softly.
The room goes silent again as I stare at him. He stares at me back.
It’s not uncomfortable, though. It feels right. I’ve been so focused on pushing Brett away because I thought it was what was best for me, but now I can’t even remember why. He doesn’t want me to give up skating. He wants to be all in with this child. He is willing to do what I need from him, even knowing that it has to be killing him to be so close to me and not actually be with me.
He is a good guy. One of the best I know. I have feelings for him, and the more time I spend with him, I find myself craving his company more and more. I know he said I only wanted his cock, but that has never been true. I have always liked Brett for who he was. I only thought I didn’t want to be with him because my parents stressed the importance of no distractions.
Could this have all ended up differently if I had agreed to be his girlfriend when he implied that he wanted it two years ago?
“Brett…” I say into the dark.
He shakes his head. “Not tonight, Em. Get some rest.”
I don’t even know what I was going to say, so I let it drop.
How do you tell your baby daddy that you want him to be your man, too?
That’s a tomorrow problem. For tonight, I’ll let my eyes drift shut as I dream about what the future could hold if I’m only brave enough to reach for it.
My mind is halfway between consciousness and sleep. My body is warm and cozy. Emery is on my mind like she always is. The way she smells like ice and berries. Honestly, it’s an addictive scent. One I want to bottle up and keep with me forever.
Or I could keep her.
Images of her play in my head as my cock grows. Only, it’s not growing from her memory. No, her tight little body is pressing against it. Rubbing. Seeking out pleasure.
That has me snapping awake.
“Emery,” I manage to mumble out sleepily.
“Mmm.”
Shit. She isn’t awake, and I am not about to take advantage of this girl. Hand on her hip, I stop her grinding against me. It about kills me to do so when I can feel her warm heat through the thin layer of boxers I’m wearing and the tiny scraps of fabric Emery is trying to pass off as panties.
“Buttercup, as much as I love your body on mine, you’re not in your right mind,” I tell her, searching her face for any sign that she is conscious. I get it when she flutters her eyes open.
“Brett, I’m so horny it hurts,” she admits.
Her brashness makes my cock jerk against her. Emery doesn’t usually speak so crudely, but I kind of love it.
“I don’t want to do this for a momentary pleasure, Em. I respect you too much for that.”
She nods, sucking her lip into her mouth to wet it. “Okay. We don’t have to, but I need to do something about this. The ache won’t go away.”
