Emery (Unexpected, #3)

by Cora Rose

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

allowing himself to follow my ADHD train of thought. It’s not easy because this train isn’t even on one track. It’s on ten. Choo choo. Look out, people. Here I come.

“You ever fucked a dude, August?” I blurt. He’s in the middle of a sip of water and starts choking, his cheeks turning pink as he gasps for breath. Yeah, I overshot that one. Should have started out with something a little less intense. Kissing, perhaps. Or light petting. “What? No.” “Hm. Why not? You against the idea?” I ask. He eyeballs me and then shoots his gaze back to the road. “I’m not against it.” Oh shit. Well, I should not have asked that because now I’m getting excited, like maybe it’s a possibility. “I just wouldn’t fuck you,” he adds, and my smirk drops into a frown. Okay, so not a possibility. “Damn, that’s not very polite,” I mutter. “What do you have against me?” August wets his lips and keeps his eyes on the road. “Well, you’re impulsive, chaotic, and unpredictable. To name a few.” Well, that was incredibly blunt and unnecessary. Not to mention, entirely accurate. “So? You’re boring, nice, and reliable. I’d still fuck you.” “Not happening. I have standards.” “Ugh, so what? Standards-Shmandards. I’m hot.” I’m not that hot. That’s a stretch.

Oh, fuck a duck, I forgot all about that.

maybe the sad shit will win me some pity points and a pity fuck. When I say I have no standards, I mean it. I have zilch. I would so take a pity fuck from August. It would probably be the best sex I’ve ever had too.

Lex: Fine. Here is my advice. Just stay calm. Run a lap or ten. Me: I’m in a car. With him. He has nice lips. I keep staring at them. I want to eat them. Snack on them. Lex: I’ll send up a prayer for you, Hannibal Lecter. Thoughts and prayers.

So maybe I’ll drive for a bit longer. Don’t want you rolling us right off the road and into a ditch.” “Oh, shut up. My candy rolled off the seat, okay? I was collecting it when I lost control.” “That is why you crashed the car? Because of wayward M&M’s?” “No! Well, yes, but they were the Peanut butter M&M’s and everyone knows they’re the best kind. Plus, it was the last bag, and I’d driven thirty minutes to get it.” “Sounds like a lousy reason, and who drives half an hour for a bag of candy.” Okay, so August obviously doesn’t have his priorities straight, but I’m not going to go there right now.

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.

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

Whoops. Mayday. Abort! I can’t get hard in here with my dad sitting right across from me. Quick, brain, think unsexy thoughts…unicorns, grass, baseball. Shit, now I’m just picturing August in his tight baseball uniform riding a unicorn through a field. Why am I even like this?