Who Falls Hardest (Clearwater University)

And me?

I’m happy to just sit here, eat my steak, and try to figure out how the hell I became one of the luckiest sons of bitches in the world.

As we eat, the conversation shifts to our plans for the summer, Emma’s school schedule, and what we’re all starting to think about for after graduation. Claire and Paul talk about the four of us as a unit, an us, and I fucking love it. My parents have been a little slow to come around to the idea of this whole relationship thing we’re doing, so it’s nice to know that some of our folks are completely on board.

When we’re finishing up dessert, Emma scoots her chair back and excuses herself to go to the restroom. The conversation ebbs and flows around me, Claire and Paul fighting over the last bite of ice cream while Trent and West joke among themselves.

A few moments later, my gaze flicks to the doorway Emma disappeared through, and the little bit of the hallway I can see beyond it.

Murmuring a half-formed excuse, I get up and follow the path Ems took, stepping into the long back hallway that leads to the bathrooms. It’s dimly lit, but Emma’s hair still gleams in the low light as she emerges from the bathroom and heads toward me.

She catches sight of me and smiles, opening her mouth to say something. But whatever words were about to leave her lips, all that comes out is a small gasp when I reach her and spin her to press her back against the wall. My body leans against hers, and I can see her pulse fluttering quickly in her neck.

“What are you doing?” she murmurs.

“This.”

I drop my head to claim a kiss, bringing us right back to where we were outside the restaurant, right back into the consuming need that never seems to really die out.

Her body responds instantly, her hands threading through the hair at the back of my head as she tilts her neck, arching her back away from the wall to press more of herself against me.

“God, life is so fucking crazy,” she whispers when our lips finally break apart.

“Yeah. It is.” I chuckle. “But what made you think of that right now?”

“This restaurant. This hallway.” She glances up and down the empty corridor, her fingers still sliding through my hair, driving me crazy with just that small touch. “Back during fall semester, Trent and I had a moment in this hallway.”

“A moment?” I arch a brow, my hand sneaking up under her shirt to drift across the bare skin of her waist, fingertips brushing her ribs. “What kind of moment?”

She shivers. “We kissed, and it was… I don’t even know how to describe it. It was fire. It was hate. It was want. It was all the things we both craved but wouldn’t admit we needed. I think it was one of the first moments when I realized that we felt inevitable. You know?”

My cock is hardening as I inhale her sweet scent and feel her soft body molded to mine. The image of her making out with Trent, of the two of them so consumed by the chemistry between them that even the animosity and bad blood that existed too couldn’t override it… fuck, it’s hot as hell.

I have no sexual interest in either of my best friends at all, but I’m man enough to admit that watching them fuck the girl I love—watching them turn her on, break her down, and drive her wild—gets me hard as a damn rock. The three of us are so close that watching one of my friends with her is almost like being with her myself. And when all three of us are with her, it’s like everything is heightened to an insane degree.

“What did he do?” I murmur roughly, grinding against her a little. “Did he have you up against the wall like this?”

She nods, a small whimper falling from her lips.

“Did he kiss you hard or soft?”

“Hard,” she whispers. “Like he couldn’t stop himself even if he wanted to. Like he was throwing himself off a cliff and I was the only thing that could save him.”

Fuck.

“Like this?” I demand in a low voice a second before I crash my lips against hers.

My blood is burning, my cock aching to bury itself inside her, and her tongue strokes against mine with matching hunger as I kiss her hard and deep. She can’t answer. Her mouth is too busy warring with mine.

But the answer is clear in the way she wraps her arms around my neck, rising up onto her tiptoes as one leg hitches around my waist, her hips angling so that my swollen cock presses right where she needs me.

Yes.

Yes, exactly like this.

We get lost in each other, forgetting about the dinner, forgetting where the hell we are until a server clears her throat as she passes by. I rip my mouth away from Emma’s in time to see the server smirking as she walks down the hall. A flash of jealousy lights in the woman’s eyes, and I think I hear her mutter something that sounds like “you go girl” as she glances at Emma.

Ems and I look at each other and both burst out laughing.