Picture Perfect Obsession (Best Friends Duet 1)

“Come on. I don’t mean to rush us, but Tanner can be a real stickler about times and the drive is long.”

“I’ll see you two later.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us?” I offer.

“No, I have a class in twenty minutes.”

“We’ll drop you off. If that’s okay. It’s on the way.” I look up at Emmitt, hoping it’s not too much trouble.

“Of course. Come on.” I grab my purse, and Addison grabs her book bag.

“Mads, just promise me you’ll let me know how hot his brother is in person.”

I lean into his shoulder as we walk to the car. “One of these days, she’s going to find a guy, and I’m going to purposely make him jealous.”

He pauses to hold the door open and then says, “I thought you liked it when I get jealous.”

“Oh I do. That’s why. If she knew how many times you pinned me to a wall in the house or the counter and fucked my brains out because someone looked at me, she’d have the house completely sanitized.” I giggle as I take a seat in the passenger side. Once I’m buckled in he closes the door and walks around to his side. Addison hops into the backseat, pulling out her phone.

“Well, you better tell her how handsome Tanner is. Just make sure I’m the one you want,” he growls, turning the engine over and pulling out onto the main road.

“Always.” I reach over and slide my hand into his hair, massaging his scalp as we drive.

It takes us less time than we expected which is good because Tanner gets bent out of shape about his schedule. I wonder if he’s going to even like me. We turn right on the next exit and take it half a mile, then there’s a break in the trees. My mouth practically drops to the floor. When we pull up to the fucking mansion, I twist in my seat and stare at Emmitt for answers. “You have to be shitting me. You are loaded.”

He shakes his head. I know he has money, but this is like crazy rich money. “This isn’t my house. It’s my ex-stepdad, but I still consider him my dad.”

“Damn, okay. Well, I’ll try not to be intimidated.” I pull down the visor and check my hair and makeup. Addison did my makeup, and I feel sexy and pretty. I’m glad not a single hair is out of place, but I could refresh my lip gloss before we go in since Emmitt made sure to kiss me several times before we even left the house.

“Don’t be.” He steps out and walks around to my door, helping me out. It gives me enough time to swipe the wand over my lips, giving them a sweet shine. I wore a cute black dress that cut just above the knee. I’m wearing my favorite midnight blue spring trench coat. It sits just above the dress hem, so I don’t look naked.

The door opens before we can knock. And a tall, slightly thinner older man smiles at us. “Emmitt, this is your enchanting Madison?” He takes my hand and kisses the back of it like a true gentleman. “So stunningly gorgeous. I’ve always thought a younger wife would do me good.” He winks at me as Emmitt growls at his stepdad.

“And you best keep looking.” He grabs my waist, tugging me tightly to him, even giving my ass a squeeze. Emmitt’s fierce response makes me blush and turns me on at the same time.

“Hahaha. Good boy. Come in before the rain starts.” Emmitt takes my hand as we enter the insanely spectacular foyer. I gasp in utter amazement. I’ve only seen this kind of thing in movies.

Coming over to us with a beer and a glass of wine is a tall, handsome, well-built man who must be Tanner. He hands it to us, and Emmitt makes introductions. As we move into the dining room, I lean in and whisper, “Addison is so going to regret not coming.”

“I’m sure,” Emmitt chuckles. “And that’s two now. I’m going to be so damn possessive tonight that your body is going to have my fingerprints darkening your skin for weeks. Keep it up and you won’t walk straight for a week.”

“Don’t tempt me with a good time. Besides, as I recall it’s only one.”

“You know damn well what my growls mean by now.”

“Okay, well, then we’re at two, but I’m hoping to at least make it to five with this dress.”

He swallows hard and then pulls out my chair, letting me sit before bending over and stealing a kiss.

Chapter 8

Emmitt

“What did I tell you?” I ask, swatting my fingers down on her bare pussy. She’s panting, her slit gushing the sweet juices made for me.

“I don’t remember,” she lies with her nails digging into my bedsheets. As soon as we arrived home I carried her to our bedroom. Her ankle has healed, but I don’t want to put too much strain on it tonight because she’s going to get a pounding for teasing me, tormenting me, and turning me into a possessive beast.