Dirty Deeds (Irresistible 3)

“Fair. But like I said before, you’ve always been the exception to any one of my rules,” he murmured, making my heart skip a beat. “I don’t have a choice when it comes to being attached to you,” Emmett laughed softly. “I am and I’ve been. For as long as I can remember. You’re just a way of life for me that I don’t want to give up again.”

I wet my lips.

“What exactly are you saying?” I asked quietly. I had a suspicion but I didn’t want to get it wrong. Since last night, I’d felt like I was in a dream, and I could barely trust my own head, even if it sounded clearly like Emmett was asking me for a relationship.

“I’m saying that I’ve been waiting twelve years for you, and I don’t want anyone else. I want to be with you, and only you,” he said, melting me right into the couch.

I had no clue what mushy, girly reaction took over me, but it made Emmett laugh and pluck the wine glass from my hand, setting it safely on the table.

“So you in?” he asked, looking like a vision from my dreams. Every muscle on his torso rippled as he angled towards me, grinning as he cupped my jaw and watched me nod.

“Obviously,” I breathed out as he pressed the sweetest kiss to my lips. “I’m in.”

24

EMMETT

She wound up late the next morning because I couldn’t keep my hands off of her.

It was impossible when she slept next to me the whole night in just my T-shirt and no panties. Apparently, I’d “destroyed” them last night by walking around shirtless, and my punishment was sleeping next to her naked pussy and trying to keep my dick down till morning. It was torture, and it was really no surprise that I pounced on her the second she woke up.

If anything, the surprise came in the kitchen when I found her cooking me breakfast – still wearing only my T-shirt.

Christ. I couldn’t stop thinking about the view of her ass each time she lifted her arms to get something from the cabinet. It made me groan out loud as I headed straight from Aly’s restaurant back to the helipad.

I’d left the city an hour ago, but now I was headed right back for a 10AM appointment with Iain. Yeah, it would’ve made more sense for me to just stay in the city this morning, but I also couldn’t pass up the extra time with Aly.

I couldn’t get enough of her. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I was still thinking about her sweet laugh this morning when I walked into Iain’s office, and it was probably the only reason I didn’t immediately clock Drew in the head when I saw him.

“Hey. I come in peace, alright?” he laughed since I was already shaking my head at him.

“You’re a fuckin’ asshole, you know that?” I said just as Iain walked in holding a coffee.

“Whoa, hey, what’s going on?” he asked, knocking Drew’s feet off his desk on his way to his chair.

“Nothing. Emmett’s just pissed that I’m an exceptional wingman,” Drew said, wearing shit-eating grin of his.

“Yeah? Is that what that was?” I snorted, leaning against the wall and kicking his feet down when he propped them up again. “Somehow I’m lost on how you kissing Aly is winging for me.”

Iain coughed on his coffee before squinting at Drew.

“You kissed his girl? The fuck is wrong with you?”

Drew held his hands out.

“What? It wasn’t real. There was no tongue. I was just doing it to piss off Emmett to piss off Beth. Because Beth pissed off Ellie. Does that make sense?”

I rolled my eyes when Iain looked at me with confusion.

“He didn’t get any of the names right,” I explained.

“Ah.”

“Whatever,” Drew smirked, leaning back in his chair and flipping his cap backwards on his head. “I maintain that I did a good thing there,” he said to me. “If it weren’t for me, you would’ve wasted your time on that platonic shit for who knows how long. And at some point, someone would’ve snatched her up, and you would’ve turned into a mopey little shit because you’ve pretty much wanted this girl since your balls dropped.”

“What are you talking about?”

Drew laughed. “Dude. Whether you realize it or not, you talked about this girl fucking constantly. Even before she came back into the picture. You never mentioned her by name but half your stories from childhood involved ‘that friend I grew up with,’ and you always referred to that friend as a she so I put two and two together.”