Page 42 of Bright Lights and Summer Nights

“What are you doing here?” Emma asks nervously from underneath the blanket.

“Ummm…” I begin, wondering what’s making a deep buzzing sound from the other side of the bed.

“Get out!” Emma shrieks, still not showing her face.

“You left your purse in my car,” I explain, taking a cautious step into the room.

“Don’t come any closer,” she demands, her face popping out from the top of the blanket.

I look around the room for a minute, finding her clothes strewn about everywhere.

“What is that noise?” I ask, walking toward the buzzing sound that hasn’t let up.

“Stop!” Emma yells, clutching the blankets to her stomach as she sits up. She’s wearing an oversized T-shirt with the neck cut out. It slips down her shoulder, showing me a dangerous amount of her skin.

Her plea for me to stop works. I stop at the foot of the bed, unable to see what is making that noise. She stares at me with her eyes wide and her cheeks flushed. Wet hair sticks to her face as she keeps her body pressed into the mattress.

I hold up her purse. “Like I said, you left this in the car. I was going to drop it off on the doorstep and leave, but then I noticed the front door was not only unlocked, but it was hanging open. I wanted to make sure you were okay…”

“You would decide right now to be chivalrous,” she mutters, her words coming out hurried.

“So you’re okay?” I scratch the back of my neck, keeping my eyes on her. “I heard noises and got worried…” My words falter because I don’t know what else to say. With her staring at me with an unreadable look on her face, I can’t figure out if she’s upset that I broke in. Maybe she should be. Maybe this was a mistake.

“I’m fine. Can you go now?”

“Let me just make sure the AC is running okay in here. That buzzing sound doesn’t sound right, and I want to make sure you don’t get too hot ton?—”

“It’s Jerry!” Emma yells, her palms hitting the top of the comforter. “You hear Jerry. Nothing is wrong with the AC.”

Unwelcome jealousy courses through me. “Jerry?” I get out angrily, taking large steps to where the sound comes from. Is there a man somehow hiding in here?

“Wait, no!” Emma screams, her body scrambling along the top of the bed as my eyes land on the source of the sound.

I’m faster than her. My fingers wrap around the base of a hot pink vibrator.

“Don’t touch Jerry!” Emma shouts. She tries to grab it from my hands, but I pull it from her reach.

Her face gets even more flushed, and I know I should leave her alone. She clearly never expected me to walk in, but my feet stay planted. I can’t move. “Are you calling your vibrator Jerry?”

She pushes her wet hair from her face, sitting back on her legs before she answers. I don’t hear whatever answer she gives me because I let my gaze slip from her face to discover she’s naked from the waist down.

Emma yelps, pulling the T-shirt down over her thighs to block my view. But it doesn’t matter. I saw the glisten between her thighs from her arousal. The pretty pink of her pussy. How it seemed to still be begging for a release even after I walked in.

I swallow, blood thrumming through my ears as I come to the realization I can’t leave this room, not unless she asks me to.

The vibrator pulses in my hand, stealing my attention. I’m just now noticing the wetness across the tip of it from where it’d been inside her moments ago.

Fucking hell.

“Preston.” My name comes out cautious. It catches at the end, and I don’t know if the way my name leaves her mouth is a good or bad thing.

“What were you doing in here?” I ask, my voice hoarse with lust. In a few simple moments, she’s turned me on more than I’ve ever been, and I haven’t even touched her. The sight of the wetness between her legs, paired with the mental picture of her using the vibrator to get herself off, has me going mad.

“You know the answer to that,” she whispers, shifting her weight on the bed. “You weren’t supposed to come in.” She looks down, her fingers anxiously pulling on the fabric of her shirt.

“Now isn’t the time to get shy on me, rebel.” My fingers tighten around the vibrator as it takes everything in me to stay where I am instead of taking a step closer to her. If it were up to me, I’d already have her thighs spread open as I show her that her mouth isn’t the only thing I can kiss well.

“Sorry, I haven’t ever had someone catch me using a vibrator, so this is kind of new territory for me,” she remarks, finally getting the nerve to meet my eyes.

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