Something strange twists in my gut, and I close the door quietly behind me. The whole house seems weirdly silent, like it’s holding its breath or something. I don’t know why, but I have a feeling something is up.
“Hey, guys!” I call out, tossing my keys on the little table. “You here?”
A second later, Trent’s bedroom door opens, and I swear my heart just about stops.
It’s not Trent who steps out, but Emma. And she’s not naked, but she’s not exactly dressed either. She’s wearing what looks like Trent’s shirt, which fits her almost like a short dress, coming down just below her ass to brush against her bare thighs. Her hair is tousled and messy, framing her head like a crooked halo, and her skin is flushed a gorgeous pink.
She looks hot as hell.
And thoroughly fucked.
Piercing jealousy surges through me, and I feel myself stiffen as she pads softly toward me.
I know, I know. We all fucking agreed to this. And I know I had a moment with her in my bedroom just a few days ago. But the thought of Trent bringing her into his room and doing all the things to her that I want to do makes me want to march in there, grab the fucker, and settle this with our fists.
“Hey, Reese,” Emma murmurs quietly, stopping just a few feet away from me.
Now that she’s closer, the sweet scent that’s uniquely her tickles my nostrils, along with the unmistakable musk of arousal and sex. My cock twitches, even as my hands ball into fists.
“Hey,” I reply, doing my best to keep my voice even. We all agreed to be cool about this, and the last thing I want to do is make Emma feel like shit just because me and my friends can’t work our issues out. “What’s up?”
She smiles like she sees right through me. Like she knows exactly what I’m thinking. Then she steps forward, closing the last bit of space between us and wrapping her arms around my waist. My own arms band around her automatically, a knee-jerk response to having her this close.
“I think you can probably guess the answer to that,” she whispers. Her fingers drift softly over the muscles of my back, and she rises up on her tiptoes to press a kiss to my lips.
I can guess. I already have. I’m pretty sure I know exactly what she was just doing, and even though possessiveness and envy make my chest feel tight, it doesn’t stop me from kissing her back. If anything, I kiss her harder, with that much more desperation and need.
She pulls away before we can lose ourselves in it though, her lips a little swollen and her brown eyes gleaming as she gazes up at me.
“I came home from work and… something happened.” She pulls her lower lip between her teeth, a gesture that I think is due to nerves but that only serves to make my stiffening cock that much harder. “It all sort of happened so fast, and it wasn’t what I planned, but it was what I wanted. I had sex with Trent… and West.”
My head jerks back slightly as my eyebrows shoot up.
Uh, okay, so I was wrong. I thought I knew exactly what she was just doing, but…
Trent and West? Holy fucking shit.
The jealousy roiling in my stomach tightens into a hard lump, and my body goes rigid.
Fucking hell. This is some kind of goddamn bullshit.
It was one thing when it was all three of us competing with each other for her, but now Trent and West have teamed up? She picked both of them?
Where the hell does that leave me?
“Oh.” My jaw clenches, and I can hear the stiffness in my own voice. “Okay. Then I guess I’ll just—”
“Reese.” Emma tightens her grip on me, not letting me pull away. Her body is warm and soft aga
inst mine, and when she rose up on her tiptoes to kiss me, the shirt she’s wearing shifted upward, leaving the rounded curves of her ass exposed.
Unconsciously, I grip her tighter, my hands skimming over her body. “Yeah? What?”
“Will you come with me?”
My brows furrow as I narrow my eyes. Come with her? Where?
I don’t really want to. I want to get the hell out of this house and clear my head—or march into the bedroom and take on both Trent and West. If it’s two against one, I know they’ll beat me, but right now my blood is running hot enough that I don’t really care. Just so long as I get in a few good shots, that’d be enough for me.