Emery (Unexpected, #3)

by Cora Rose

“Wait, I think I should stay with you. You know, just in case.” “In case what?” “Bears. Wolves. Possibly owls. You never know with those creepy little fuckers. They can turn their heads all the way around, like they’re possessed. They’re obviously the work of Satan.” he’s blathering, and I reach out and gently touch the side of his face. His words taper off, and he just blinks at me. “Hey, I’ll be fine. I’m not going far.”

“Em,” he whispers, and then his lips gently brush over mine, and I eagerly press into it. Consuming all the goodness he’ll allow me. I need it more than him anyway. I need it so badly. He has too much; he can spare a little.

He presses a small kiss to the tip of my nose. And oh my god, my heart grows ten sizes bigger. It won’t fit in my chest anymore. It will have to live outside my body. Maybe August can tuck it away and keep it safe.

“Sorry to wake you, but have you seen Emery?” she asks. Brown eyes blink up at me, and I can’t fucking help it. I reach over and tuck a wayward strand of hair behind Emery’s ear. His eyes become hooded as soon as my skin connects with his, and he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth. My chest constricts, and I feel myself hardening at the sight. Fuck. You’d think I’d get tired of this, but nope. I’m ready to go again. “No, I haven’t,” I reply, brushing my thumb across his jaw and cupping his face in my hand. He just leans into the touch.

“Let us pray,” I say as I drop to my knees and grab onto his muscular ass cheeks and spread them.

“She told me she no longer wears a bra and that she just tucks her boobs into her waistband.” I blink at him as he grabs a cookie and takes a messy bite out of it. “Can you imagine that, August? Just stuffing them right into your pants.” “You’re right. I don’t need that visual,” I say dryly, wiping some crumbs from his cheek. “Me either. But she was like proud of it. I guess I would be too if my tits reached my knees. That’s kind of an accomplishment.”

“Fine, but just know this place is riddled with cameras and microphones, I can hear and see every movement you make so if you two fuck anywhere in the apartment, I will see it.” His eyes slide over August and he leans in to murmur, “And I’m not saying that as a deterrent, I’m just legally obligated to inform you. I’d very much like to watch you get your cherry popped, so fuck away.”