“That’s it, Drew,” a woman says, moaning. “Right there. Fuck, right there.” I hear what could only be described as grunts. “Fuck me harder,” she says, and the phone slips from my hand, crashing to the ground.
My hands shake, and Ethan calls my name, catching me before I hit the ground. “Em,” he says my name. “Em.”
I can’t answer him. I can’t do anything. I just shake in the middle of the grass. My phone rings again. He reaches for it this time, putting it on speaker, and the sounds of rustling are apparent right away.
“Fuck, your pussy is tight.” I hear the words, then I hear a car horn coming from the car as they both laugh.
“That’s what you get for fucking me in the car,” the woman says as Drew laughs. “Every time we fuck in the car, you say that.”
“I’m going to be sick,” I say, and he hangs up the call. The side door opens, and Jenna comes out followed by Brett. She sees me on the ground, and she just looks at Ethan.
“What the fuck did you do this time?” She walks over to him and pushes him, but he doesn’t even move. “You fucking destroyed her last time.”
“Baby,” Brett says from behind her, holding her around her chest. “You need to relax.”
“Drew called.” I say the words softly, but I have to stop because my stomach lurches in my throat. I have to put my hand down on the grass as my head spins for so many different reasons. I’m hoisted up in his arms before I can even react. My eyes close as my head spins, and all I can do is hear the voices over and over again. “I’m going to be sick.”
“You can follow us, but she is not doing this here,” Ethan tells Jenna.
“If you think we are going to leave you alone with her,” Jenna says. “You’re fucking wrong.”
He looks down at me. “You need to breathe,” he tells me. “Close your eyes and breathe.” I feel myself being carried and then placed down on a seat. He puts a seat belt around me, and my phone rings again.
“Don’t answer it.” I shake my head. “I don’t want to hear it.” He nods at me, and then the back door to the truck opens, and Jenna jumps in with Brett.
I close my eyes as he pulls away from the bar, and the phone rings again. “Give it to me,” Jenna says, reaching over the front seats to grab the phone. She puts it on speaker, and the sound of moaning fills the car.
“Bite my nipples just like that,” the girl says, breathing heavily. “I love it when you fuck my ass.”
“Hang it up!” Brett and Ethan both yell, and I look over at Ethan.
“I think I’m going to be sick,” I say.
“Do you mean you’re going to be sick, sick? Like barfing sick?” he asks, driving faster, looking over at me, “or is this like sickening?”
I look at him, and I’m numb. “That motherfucking,” Jenna says from the back, and she now calls him. The sound of ringing fills the car.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Brett shouts from beside her, trying to get the phone away from her, but she pushes his hand away from her.
There is the sound of rustling again, and then he whispers when he answers, “Hello? Baby?”
“Baby, my fucking ass!” Jenna yells at him.
“What, who is this?” he asks, confused. “What the fuck is going on?” The sound of rustling fills the car, and I have to close my eyes. “Wait, Jenna? Where is Emily?” he asks, his voice rising.
“I can tell you where she isn’t,” she snaps at him. “She isn’t in the car with you while you fuck her ass, douchebag.”
“What are you talking about?” He pretends to be confused. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Check your call history, dipshit,” she says, and she hangs up on him.
The truck comes to a stop, and when I open my eyes, I see that we are at my house. “Can you walk, or do you want me to carry you?” Ethan asks quietly from beside me, and I just shake my head. Slipping open the truck door, I walk up my front steps, then stop at the front door and turn around on them. Ethan is at the top step right behind me while Jenna is being helped by Brett, who is whispering something to her.
“How did I not know?” I look at Jenna and Brett to see if either of them knew anything, but they have no answers whatsoever. “Like how did I never even suspect it?” Ethan stands there with his arms crossed over his chest. Brett stands next to him now, and Jenna is rolling her eyes.
“You didn’t even let him see you naked,” she says out loud, and I want to kill her. She sees my face and puts her hand in front of her mouth. Then turns to look at the guys. “No one heard that.”