Who Falls Hardest (Clearwater University)

We get ourselves back together, smoothing our clothes back into place, and I try to think unsexy thoughts to banish my raging hard-on before we head out into the restaurant to rejoin the others.

I’m only somewhat successful. My dick doesn’t look like it’s trying to forcibly break out of my pants anymore, but I’m still so fucking turned on that I’ve got a semi, which I hide by sitting down quickly.

West and Trent both turn to glance at me as we settle back in at the table, and from the looks on their faces, they know exactly what Emma and I were just doing.

West’s nostrils flare, and Trent’s jaw ticks. When they shift their focus to Emma, I feel her shiver beside me.

“So, should we get the check?” I say quickly, lifting my hand to signal for the server as I smile at Claire and Paul. “This is on us tonight, guys.”

The food was excellent, the company was fantastic, and it feels like things are finally in a good place between all of us.

It was a great dinner.

But I can’t wait to get home.

24

Emma

My pulse is still racing from my kiss with Reese in the hall at Louie’s, but I manage to keep it together on the drive home.

Well, mostly.

Trent is driving like he often does, and I’m in the backseat with West. Reese is fiddling with the dial on the radio, hopping stations in a way I know drives Trent crazy.

I feel… happy.

So grateful for where my life has ended up through all the twists and turns, ups and downs. Things have never felt more perfect.

Maybe it’s that thought, or maybe it’s the heat still pooling in my lower belly from making out with Reese, but as we near the neighborhood where we all live, I unbuckle my seatbelt and crawl onto West’s lap.

His eyes widen in surprise, but it doesn’t take him long to respond. His hands palm my ass, holding me close as my lips find his. Our kiss is deep and slow and easy. Exploratory, as if we’ve got all the time in the world.

“Fucking hell,” Reese groans from the front. “I knew I should’ve sat in the back with you two.”

The car lurches a little as Trent steps on the gas, suddenly driving a little more urgently. Anxious to get home.

I can feel Reese’s gaze on me, and I know Trent’s eyes are flicking to the rearview mirror from time to time. It lights a fire deep inside me to know that West and I have an audience, that his friends are watching this and loving every minute of it.

“Give them a show,” I murmur to West as I draw back from our kiss. I feel a little drunk—on lust, probably, since I didn’t have anything to drink at dinner. “Make them a little jealous.”

He growls under his breath, thrusting his hips up into mine and grinding his cock against me. Using one hand to support my back, he leans me away from him a little. I’m wearing a cute little sundress, and he pulls the top down, sliding my bra cups down too to leave my breasts completely exposed.

Dim flashes of l

ight from the streetlamps outside illuminate them briefly before they’re plunged into darkness again, and when West lowers his head and laps at my nipples, Reese lets out a muffled curse.

“Fuck. God, that’s hot. What does it feel like, Ems?” he asks roughly.

“Good.” I’m panting a little, already drowning in sensation. “So fucking good. His mouth is hot and wet, and my nipples are so hard. So sensitive. I can feel him everywhere.”

“Jesus.” Trent accelerates a little more. We’re close to home now, I think. At least from the flashes of scenery I catch when I’m able to focus on anything outside the car. “What does she taste like, West?”

“Sweet. Like vanilla and honey.”

West’s voice is muffled as he licks and sucks my breasts. I know the car is in motion, but the idea that someone could look in and see us sets my blood on fire, making me grind down harder on his stiff cock.

“Fucking finally,” Reese says on a groan when Trent pulls into the driveway a minute later.