My mouth fell wide open as I felt myself closing in on a sensation I’d never felt before in my life. But just as my body started to shudder, I felt the car slow to a stop, and from the corner of my eye, I caught the sight of something familiar outside.
Turning, I looked out the window.
I blinked when my gaze landed on the pair of white Converses I only now remembered dropping on my way into the house this morning.
Wait…
What the fuck?
“I… did I tell you where I lived?” I whispered my question, dazed and disoriented, but still soaking wet. He released my nipple from his mouth with a pop, lazily kissing up my neck as he squeezed two handfuls of breasts.
“No,” he murmured, nipping under my jaw as he pushed my tits together. “Why?”
“Because this is where I live,” I answered, my eyes unblinking as my swirling thoughts started to settle. “At least for this summer.”
He looked up at me, letting out a laugh despite his visible confusion.
“Strange, because this is my house. I bought it three years ago.”
My stomach twisted into a vicious knot as I made the connection just a second before he did.
Fuck.
Me.
Heat shot up to my cheeks as I stared down at this man – at his hands still holding my naked breasts. A beat of silence passed as he blinked at me.
But then his jaw dropped and he snatched his hands clean off my body.
“Fuck – Aly!” he exhaled sharply, his eyes on fire as they stared at me in total shock.
I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move. Sitting there with his cock still throbbing under my pussy and my tits still wet from his tongue, I felt the world come crashing furiously down on me. Aly, what the fuck have you done?
For God’s sake, it was him.
I’d just gone home with Emmett fucking Hoult.
4
EMMETT
Sundays usually saw me waking up around noon but by seven this morning, I’d already worked out, had breakfast, walked Ozzy and talked on the phone with Drew.
I hadn’t slept at all last night.
Not a fucking wink.
It was virtually impossible after what happened with Aly.
Aly fucking Stanton.
For Christ’s sake, I’d known that girl since the day she was born. She used to wear boy’s clothes and chop her hair right up to her ears. I used to make fun of her for being a little shrimp, and she used to retaliate by ratting me out for everything under the sun. Cutting class, throwing parties – the amount of time I spent grounded or in detention thanks to her was impossible to count. Basically, she was the good kid, I was the bad one, and from the first day we met to the last day we spoke, she hated my guts.
So what the fuck was last night? And how the fuck was that her? Seriously. She looked nothing like she did the last time I saw her. Her hair was long now, back to her natural blonde. Her waist curved into hips I never thought would fit on her tiny frame, and Christ almighty those big tits of hers had put me in a goddamned trance. Top that with how tight her pussy felt around my fingers and how sweet her nipples tasted in my mouth and I was a fucking madman.
My dick had basically been in a permanent state of torture since last night, and the fact that Aly kicked me out of the car before speeding off to God knows where did me no favors at all.
I needed to see her.