I eagerly pulled up the clip on my phone and airplayed it on the living room TV. From the kitchen, we watched the highlight and I breathed easy the second Emmett broke into a grin and said, “Fuck, yes. Amazing.”
“Right?”
“Jennings had to be our best pick-up this past off-season,” Emmett said.
“Well, you can thank your owner brother for that,” I snorted, making him laugh.
Phew.
I breathed easy again because with that little exchange, the tension was gone. And for the rest of the night, he and I watched a replay of yesterday’s game. The only hiccup came when we were heading up to our rooms and I stupidly said, “I wish we saw that game live.”
“What, you didn’t enjoy our movie night?”
My heart thumped at the mention of last night, but I forced a snort and an eye roll to play off my nerves.
“Dude. That movie kinda sucked,” I said as Emmett’s lips twisted into a knowing smirk.
“Yeah, dude,” he eyed me. “It totally did.”
I squinted. Crap. One look at the vaguely smug expression on his face, and just like that, I knew I’d fucked up. I’d overdone it with the word “dude” and Emmett could see right through it. He was totally mocking me for it.
Dammit, Aly.
The whole point of this night had been for the purpose of making things not weird between us and I had to go and mess it all up right at the very last minute.
“So… you going to your room?” I asked Emmett as we headed up the stairs.
“Where else would I be going?”
I blinked, realizing I’d meant to ask “are you going to bed” but in my stupid awkwardness had totally said the wrong thing.
“What, do you want me to come to your room?” Emmett asked, his teasing eye making me almost trip up the steps. Oh my God.
“You’re funny,” I said, trying to play it off as we got to the second floor landing and parted ways.
“Goodnight.” There was a laugh in Emmett’s voice as he called from his end of the call.
“Goodnight,” I called back.
But the weird feeling still clung to me even after I stepped in my room, so pulling up a funny video, I turned on my heel and headed for Emmett.
I needed to end the night on a bona fide good note, and my solution to it was that BBC reporter whose kids waltzed into the background of his interview. It was the exact type of silly video we loved, and it was a perfect solution.
But then I got to his room.
“Omigod!” I yelped when my eyes landed on Emmett’s naked backside.
That back.
That ass.
That was enough to paralyze me but then Emmett turned around and holy. Fucking.
Shit.
Blood rushed to my cheeks as I stared at his hard cock hanging heavily between his muscled thighs. He was big – fucking huge – and from root to tip, he was so thick and smooth I just wanted to reach out and touch it.
My pussy throbbed as I imagined myself doing it.