Emery (Unexpected, #3)

by Cora Rose

If only some of that light and goodness could extend into me, then maybe I’d make it through this life a little healthier, a little happier.

“You know, music to fuck to. I don’t know about you, but I don’t need fifty songs to come. Maybe one. Two, if I’m lucky. I get way too excited. Can’t quite contain myself.”

He bites his lip and fuck is he hot…in a Mr. Rogers kind of way.

He just looks so damn nice and put together, that I have this obsessive desire to mess him up. Get him dirty. Rumple his hair a bit. Spray my come across his face. Smear it into his skin. Whoops, too far.

Because right now my dick is saying, Hello, August. Come here. Take a look. A nice, long look with your tongue.

“Your loss. I’ll forever be a mystery. Imagine if we fucked? I’d tell you everything. I’d just rip myself right open, and you could take a long-ass look.”

It’s like that kiss opened up the floodgates, and now I am simultaneously experiencing every hormone in my body. Everything is sexual now. He could fart, and I’d still manage to make something out of it.

“We grow accustomed to the Dark, when Light is put away.” “It’s part of an Emily Dickinson poem. God, that girl was certifiable, but damn she could write. It’s a good reminder to let myself have nice things,”

I understand now why Edward was so obsessed with Bella. I’d absolutely hover creepily over August’s bed, watching him sleep, because he smells like a snack.

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.

“Bears don’t watch people jack off. And they don’t eat dick popsicles.”

I wonder if Mpreg is a real thing…I should research it when we get home.

“Tiny marshmallows? Are you trying to seduce me? Because that’s really not necessary. I’m already the sluttiest slut for you.”

I need to grow a thick outer skin, like some kind of lizard person, so his goddamn sweet words can’t penetrate me.

He’s moaning my name so quietly that I almost can’t hear it. And it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. I want to record it and play it on repeat forever and ever.

Oh wow, this guy, saying thank you. I’ve never been thanked for tonguing someone’s ass in my entire life. Not that I do it often, but goddamn this guy is setting the bar too high; now I’ll have expectations. This is bad. It’s always better to just have super low standards, then you’re never disappointed.

“What the hell do you want from me, Em?” I ask. “Just say what you want. Tell me.” Emery stomps his foot and yells, “I want someone to fucking fight for me for once, goddammit.”

Are there support groups for people who are addicted to making out with members of their own family?

He gags himself again and then moans softly. My eyes widen with realization. Holy-fucking-shit, August Arnette enjoys choking on dick. I’m half-tempted to grab my phone and check if the courthouse will issue a marriage license this late at night.

“You’re a mess,” he says, his voice raspy from overuse. “Uh, yeah, because you literally hoovered my brain out through my dickhole. I’ll need to relearn how to walk and repeat elementary school at this point.”

I shrug. “My man is insatiable,” I say, and she stops making eye contact.

“I love you,” I whisper. “I’ll always love you.” I press a kiss to his skin. “Maybe one day you’ll feel the same.”

“Who can’t get along with August?” he asks. “He’s a dream. Nicest person to walk the earth. Jesus is like, I can’t compete.”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have even gotten in that car. That was so stupid. Please don’t be upset with me.” “Never,” August says, cupping my chin. “I’m only upset that you fell out of a moving car and that I saw your head hit the pavement.”

“I missed you so bad,” I say between kisses. “I’d jump out of an airplane to get to you. Who needs a parachute? I’d just careen right out there like Superman.”