Page 5 of Taking It Off

I know something is up with Em, and she admits that she doesn’t want to talk about it. I should let it go. I have to let it go. I can’t force her to tell me what’s wrong if she doesn’t want to. I wish that she could trust me, trust us, more than she does. As much as I want to push her to talk, I won’t, because that’s not what she wants right now. It doesn’t seem to be what she needs, either.

It’s hard seeing her vulnerable like this, but part of me likes it. Maybe this is what she needs; to have alone time with each of us so she can be more comfortable sharing herself. I’ll have to talk to the guys about it and work out a schedule.

I’ll admit I was shocked when she texted and invited me over. I threw on clothes and raced down here before she could change her mind. She’s never let any of us into her apartment before. I’m sure if I asked why, she’d claim it was because of her cam girl lifestyle, but that’s a lie. She’s hiding more than that. And whatever those secrets are, that’s what keeps her from letting us in.

Right now, she wants a distraction, but she needs a shoulder. I’m not sure how to give her what she needs, so I’ll give her what she wants. I turn toward her and cup her face, bringing her lips up to meet mine. “I’ll take care of you.” I don’t mean to whisper the words, but once they’re out, I can’t take them back. I kiss her deeply, giving her everything I have.

I am falling for this girl so hard, but I can’t tell her that, because it will scare her off. I know Jeremy and Luke feel the same way. We’ve talked about it, and the fact that she doesn’t want to hurt us by choosing one over the others. The three of us are okay with sharing. We just have to convince her that this is what she wants.

EMILY

For a moment, I think Will is going to press me to talk about this. I have no idea what I would tell him. I can’t admit that I’m an assassin. He’d never understand why I’m so comfortable taking men’s lives for money. None of them would. They’ll think I’m a monster. Hell, sometimes I think I’m a monster.

Then Will’s lips are on mine, and my mind goes completely blank. This is just the distraction I need to clear my head and make this decision.

Part of me is dying to give myself over to my desire. I want to belong to these men. But I have to protect them from my dark side. I can’t fully let them in, because what I do makes me a potential target for those who want to get away with their crimes. They deserve better. Can I be so selfish that I’ll take the comfort he offers without giving anything more than pleasure in return? Yes, I can. And I will. I’ll deal with the guilt later, after I’ve taken what I need and made my decision.

Kissing Will is different this time, and I feel like we’ve turned a corner. Things are changing between us, and I’m not ready. I have to pull back, but I need this time with him. I’ll hate myself for using him later. For now, I’m going to enjoy everything about this.

I fist my fingers in his auburn hair while he kisses down my neck and collarbone. He pushes me back against the pillows and slides his hands down my body. I shiver at his touch anxious for our first one-on-one experience. I expect him to take my tank top and shorts off, but he doesn’t. It’s obvious he’s planning to tease me before he finally gives me what I want.

Will pinches my nipple through the thin fabric and I arch my back. I want him to touch me without anything between us, but he’s not finished taunting me yet. He settles his body on top of me, between my legs, and I can feel his erection as it presses against me. I roll my hips to press against him more.

He groans and bites my shoulder. Tingles shoot through me, straight to my clit. I drag his shirt over his shoulders and drop it on the floor. His skin is warm against mine, and my body hums, confirming that this closeness is what I need. He kisses me as I rake my nails down his back.

I contort my body, pulling my feet up to grab the waistband of his shorts, then stretch my legs, taking his shorts and underwear with them. He breaks our kiss, laughing. It was an absurd move for sure, but it doesn’t dampen our desire. “Sorry, you had my arms blocked. I had to get creative.” I smirk at him before drawing him back down into another kiss.

He hums his approval and finally slides a hand under my shirt. I release a sigh at the touch of his skin on mine. “You’re wearing too many clothes now,” he growls against my neck. I gasp as he rips my tank down the middle, baring my chest.

“Will!” I exclaim. He covers my mouth with his hand for a moment and shakes his head.

“I’ll buy you a new one. And shorts too,” he says, shredding my shorts instead of trying to take them off me. I’m soaked from how hot this new side of him is getting me. Will is usually my sweet boy, but I could get used to him being forceful.

“I want to do something different, but you have to promise that you’ll stop me if it weirds you out,” he whispers in my ear as his fingers find my clit.

“Okay. What is it?” As distracting as the sensations of pleasure are, I want to know what he’s thinking of doing, and how it would be different.

He eases away from me a little and holds up his arm. It shifts from a human arm to a tentacle, complete with suction cups. My eyes go wide, and my breath hitches. I don’t know yet what he wants to do with that, but I am definitely into it.

“Yes, please,” I respond to what I’m seeing. I should probably ask what he’s planning, but I’m too distracted. Will smirks, then reaches for my breast with the tentacle. The small suction cups feel strange on my skin, but the way he tugs on my nipple sends sparks through me. He’s never shifted during sex before, and I’m realizing that this might be my new favorite thing.

The tentacle slides down my body, suction cups sticking and pulling at my skin. Will raises me up a little so I can watch as it reaches my mound. A moan escapes me when the tentacle dips inside my center, then moves to my clit, dragging my wetness with it. I wonder for a moment if I should be weirded out by this, but it’s Will’s hand, just in a different form.

I trust him and I want this more than I would have expected. He alternates thrusting the tentacle into me and rubbing my clit until I’m squirming and on the verge of my release. “Mmm, Will, that feels so good.”

He stops just before I come, dragging the tentacle up my body and teasing my nipples with it. I try to reach for his cock, but he grabs my hands and pulls them over my head. I play struggle against his grip, bucking my hips when I can’t get free.

Will shifts his arm back to normal, then lines himself up and thrusts into me. His balls slap my ass, and he adjusts me so he can go even deeper. I meet him, thrust for thrust, our bodies slamming together in a punishing rhythm he sets. Every thrust pushes me closer to my release. He moves faster and pounds into me harder. I try to take control, but he doesn’t let me. He keeps me pinned against the bed as he thrusts into me over and over.

I cry out when I come and feel the moment he joins me in ecstasy. I lay there for a moment with his weight on top of me. It’s warm and comforting, reminding me of the pleasure we just shared. As much as I don’t want to move, we should clean up so there’s not a sticky mess in my bed later. I crawl out from under Will and pad to the bathroom. After cleaning myself up, I bring a warm cloth back with me for him to wipe off with.

“You’re not kicking me out now, are you?” he asks with a sad smile.

I shake my head. “No. I thought we were taking a nap.” He grins at my response, dressing quickly and settling back in my bed. I grab another set of pjs from my dresser, putting them on before joining him. Once we’re snuggled up, I have no problem falling asleep.

WILL

I wait until Emily is almost asleep to whisper the words, I’m desperate to say. “I love you.” I know if I tell her when she’s awake and can respond, she’ll run from me. We’ve all tried to get her to talk about her childhood, but she refuses. All we know is that it was tough, and she says that thinking about it gives her nightmares. I think that’s why she’s so adverse to feelings.

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