Falling for Fallon (Oak Hill 2)

I clutched the bunny flag so hard in my hand that there may have been holes afterward. I cannot go to jail! I wouldn’t last a second! I don’t even know how to make a shank! I wonder if they’ll let me make a phone call. Who the hell am I going to call?!

I kept my eyes trained on Emmett and the police officer as they talked back and forth. I felt my cheeks blaze as their heads both turned toward me. I instantly snapped my neck back and looked out at the field.

When I felt the coast was clear, I turned my head back and trailed my eyes over Emmett. He appeared totally cool, calm, and collected, acting as if everything was all fine and dandy. He didn’t even look nervous or flustered.

My heart began to gallop in my chest the longer Emmett and the officer talked.

What on earth are they talking about?! Negotiating going to jail?

Then, my world began to slow its spin when Emmett reached his hand out and shook the officer’s hand. They exchanged a few more words, and then the police officer glanced over to me and smirked, nodding his head.

I was confused, and surely my face showed it, but the officer climbed his lanky body back into his car, made a U-turn, and headed back down toward the way he came.

Emmett appeared in front of me within seconds and smiled. “You ready?”

“How... Why is he leaving? Aren’t we in trouble?”

Emmett rolled his eyes. “Fallon, I live in Oak Hill. I literally know everyone, and nothing bad happens here.”

I raised an eyebrow. “You knew him?”

“Yep.”

“So what did you tell him?” I asked, walking over to the passenger side of my car, the flag whipping in the wind.

“I’ll tell you later.” He smirked as he unlocked my car and climbed inside.

I did the same, not even caring that my boots were muddy and getting the floor dirty. “Tell me now,” I demanded, placing the flag over my lap.

Emmett sighed after turning on my car. He looked over at me, a shit-eating grin on his face. “Only if you promise not to get mad.”

My face stayed even. “I promise.”

He rolled his lower lip in between his white teeth, trying to hold back his smile. He looked out the windshield and not at my face. “I told him you were from the city, and you wanted to know what it would be like to have sex out in a hayfield like all the country girls do.”

My mouth flew open, but no words came out.

I was stunned.

I couldn’t form words.

Finally, I smacked his arm. “EMMETT! WHAT?!”

He threw his head back and a throaty laugh filled the car. “What? I had to think fast! He said he’d gotten a tip about an hour ago, before we even stole the flag, that someone was here and up to no good with a young, pretty woman, so we weren’t off to a good start. And also, I knew that Grant would understand. Hell, I’m pretty sure he took every single girl he ever dated out here to have sex back in high school. It was just the thing to do back then.”

I flung myself back onto the seat, out of breath. “What? Who would call and say that? And… guys literally bring girls out here to have sex? In a field? What about the bugs?”

He lifted his shoulder. “I have no idea… and you just lay your clothes down on the ground. It’s pretty simple, honestly. And who the hell thinks of bugs when they’re having sex? If you have time to think about bugs or your surroundings when you’re having sex, then you’re not doing it right.”

“I would think of the surroundings no matter what! I would be afraid a bug would crawl someplace they shouldn’t be.”

Emmett turned his head to me, a wicked look on his face. “Oh really? You didn’t think too much about the surroundings the other night at Ships…did ya?”

I instantly wanted to suck the words back into my mouth. My mouth parted, but nothing came out. He was right. I thought back to a few nights ago when we’d played pool at Ships and then Emmett whispered something naughty in my ear.

He pulled my hand and led me to the bathroom. He pushed me inside and locked the door behind him. He kissed me eagerly, like a damn rabid animal, and I did the same right back to him. He spun me around, leaned me over the sink, and that was when someone knocked on the door, breaking us apart. But he was right; I wasn’t thinking of anything other than the thrill of what we were doing. I didn’t care that we were in a disgusting bar bathroom.

I huffed. “That doesn’t count. We didn’t have sex. I can promise you that I would be thinking about bugs and nothing else in the middle of a hayfield.”