The Revenge Games Duet - Page 90
“No... I don’t know. We’re having fun.”
“He doesn’t look at you like that.”
“What do you mean?”
She opens the stall, placing the lid down and sitting on the toilet to rest her feet. “The moment he saw you, his face lit up. You make him happy. And trust me, Em, I’m great at reading faces. I can read anyone.”
“Really? What does my face say?”
“You want to end this conversation ‘cause you need to get laid.”
I laugh softly. “Can’t argue with that. And tell me what Wesley’s face says?”
“He’s a wild child. Always has been. You tamed him, but boys like him can only be tamed for so long.”
“You’re telling me,” I huff. “And Farrah?”
“That I can’t tell. The plastic gets in the way.”
We both fall into a fit of laughter, our stomachs hurting until we manage to control ourselves again.
“Don’t worry, Em, I got your back.”
“Thanks, Pop.” I hug her tight again, letting go and stroking her hair. “You’re one of a kind, you know. You should have been my twin.”
She clutches onto her stomach barely able to get her words out. “Vagina log ride. Your brother is something else.”
“That he is,” I respond, with the proudest smile on my face.
Chapter Eighteen
“There are no more questions.
She is mine.”
~ Logan Carrington.
She’s laying on the bed. I watch the way her body’s waiting for me with her eyes wide in a curious yet frightened stare because she has no idea what I’ll do to her. Her innocence radiates all around us with a part of her that remains untouched.
She belongs to me, at least, in my eyes she does.
Despite my desperation to be inside her—taste her arousal all around me—I linger and savor the sight in front of me. Her eyes begin to wander, trailing down my torso and centering on my cock. The hunger consumes her. She licks her lips then bites her tongue, her chest moving up and down, the breaths hitching and barely audible.
“Are you done eye-fucking me?” she teases with a straight face. “I thought you had this grand plan to take me however you wanted me?”
I’ve fantasized about this moment for a long time, despite my reluctance to admit it. Emerson’s always been beautiful. She has this air of confidence that, for the most part, gets her into trouble. She also has a sweet side, a side not many people see because she keeps her circle tight.
She knows she has me. Lying in the hotel bed all sexy begging me to fuck her however I want. I need to do things to her. Explore my animalistic side because we both agreed to have fun and she wants this just as much as I do.
“You’re a tease.” Keeping my eyes fixed on hers, she moves her legs, spreading them to catch my attention. Her pussy’s desperate for attention. “I must be that good if you’re soaking wet just waiting for me.”
; She spreads her legs wide, raising her knees to give me a more open look. Pouting her lips, she slides her hand between her legs and brushes against her clit.
Fuck. What the hell is she doing to me?
“You mean this?” Her fingers graze the wet arousal glistening around her entrance. In small, circular motions, she rubs it gently before lifting her fingers to her mouth and tasting her arousal.
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