Emery (Unexpected, #3)

by Cora Rose

His eyes don’t move from the road either. They just stay laser-focused on the horizon the entire drive. I wonder what that’s like. My focus is a kaleidoscope of shapes and colors. I don’t know up from down most days.

I want to stick my dick inside of it. Watch it just disappear between his cheeks. Oh fuck, I should have jacked off before I left the apartment.

August runs his tongue over his teeth and says, “I could do this for hours.”

“What do we need to do?” Emery asks tentatively, like he’s afraid I’ll lash out at him. “Tell me what to do?” I can’t stand that look of fear on his face, so I grab onto his chin lightly and run my thumb across his jaw. “Hey, look at me. In the eyes.” His brown eyes move to meet mine, and they flutter slightly. “I’m not mad. I’m not going to yell. Please stop acting like I’m going to hurt you. I’d never do that, Em. That’s not me.”

“I’m sorry. I lost control for a moment. I tend to get a little…carried away. I just have all these, you know…fantasies about you.”

“I want to come on your face. I want to jack off all over those sexy lips of yours and then push my come into your mouth with my fingers and make you eat it.”

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.

“Listen to you,” he rasps, punching his hips up with each word. “Those. Fucking. Sounds. You’re so fucking hot.”

“I guess I finally found the off button,” he chuckles, and I peek up at him and see those green eyes looking back at me. I mean, I can’t really see them well, but I know the exact color because I’ve studied them for so long.

I have a tattoo on my arm that’s just the right shade. Took me forever to find it. His essence is engraved on my skin––a reminder that he’s way too good for me, but maybe, if I’m lucky, some of his goodness will rub off on me.

He stills beneath me and says, “I do though. I want to know everything about you. Tell me more.”

“August,” I groan. “Fuck. Where did you learn that? Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop.”

I squirm on top of him and press my nose into his neck. Fuck, we haven’t showered in days and he still smells like fresh laundry. How is that even possible? I need to figure out a way to lock this man down and keep him. I wonder if Mpreg is a real thing…I should research it when we get home.

At one point, he’d even stopped to explore the image of a turtle on my bicep, shaded with the exact shade of green that I chose to match his eyes. I’d Google-searched symbolism for ages, trying to find a kickass design that represented all the things that August makes me feel––calm and protected––and finally landed on the turtle.

“Friendly?” he says, wiggling against me. “That will be hard when all I want to do is fuck you. I might get too handsy. Might accidentally stick my hand down your pants when I’m going in for a friendly handshake.”

His eyes slam into mine, and he lowers his voice. “Tiny marshmallows? Are you trying to seduce me? Because that’s really not necessary. I’m already the sluttiest slut for you.”

“And we need t-shirts because…?” “We need to commemorate the occasion. The winter I spent fucking around with my stepbrother.” I narrow my eyes at him, but he’s not paying any attention to me. “Should we get matching shirts?” he asks. “We could so pull that off. What about this one, does this one scream ‘twincest?’”

“You left your drink on the counter. It was completely full. Lex drank it. He said, ‘Emery, this cannot go to waste. There are starving children in Appalachia.’ Then he just guzzled it down. The drink. That you left. When you ran away.”

“I get why you’ve been jerking it more often. He’s hot. I get why you cry after too. I would as well. It’s very depressing to have had that and now…” he blows on his palm and frowns.

“I love you,” I blurt and as soon as the words hit the cold evening air, my face flames.

August brushes a thumb against my jaw. “I like you. So much.” “Oh. Don’t say that. That’s even worse,” I mutter and then move my face away from his touch. It burns.

“Em, baby, I’ve got you,” August says, wrapping me tighter into him. “You’re okay, you’re safe.”

“Em,” I interrupt. “We can be official.”

“You’re my boyfriend.” That last word is said on a satisfied exhale, and I smile, rubbing his cheek with my thumb. “Yeah.” “I totally won this one. Hello world, I am moving on up.”

“Don’t ask me to share my food. I can get very territorial,” Emery says softly. “But can I have a bite of yours?”

“It had to be you,” I say. “It was always going to be you.”

“Thank you,” I tell him, even though he’s already asleep. “You’re changing my life.” He breathes steadily, his pulse thumping slowly under my ear. That perfect fucking heart. “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.”

“I love you for who you are. Can’t you do the same for me? I’m not perfect, but I will always fucking love you.

“Love you. Love you. Love you,” I chant. August smiles against me. “Love you more.”