Page 24 of Stolen Moments

Chris:**Megan the Stallion Twerking**

Chris:I’m off to the club with Dirk to get my dance on.

Emery:Dirk?

Chris:Don’t judge. I met him at the gym.

Emery:Cliché meeting, no?

Chris:**Middle Finger Emoji**

Chris:He’s hot.

Emery:Be safe. Talk tomorrow?

My stomach flips as I bite my thumb at the thought of our weekly catch-up call. As much as I want to tell Chris all about my date tonight, I shouldn’t. My life is too complicated to get involved with someone like Mason. He’s the perfect blend of intense and broody, with a swirl of sweet and thoughtful. My catnip. And this pussy wants a taste.

Oh gee, I really am hot for it.Maybe Chris was right and there are cobwebs growing between my legs.

With a sigh, I rest my head on the back of the couch. My thoughts are all over the place. I can’t get how amazing the date was or how amazing Mason is out of my head. He was attentive, checking to see if I needed more food or something to drink. The way he looked at me in awe as I watched the movie, reciting a few lines…

Not gonna lie, I loved the way he watched me with hooded eyes. Like he was holding back the need to kiss me. I’ve never had a man look at me like I was the only person in the room. If he doesn’t stop with all the sexy swoon he’s throwing my way, I can see myself falling for him.

Or, at least, riding him into next week.

I press my cool hands into my flush cheeks at the dirty thoughts I keep conjuring up. My phone beeps again.

Chris:Always. I’m hoping Dirk has a big dick. He certainly has big feet.

Chris:**Photo of ankles and very large feet**

Emery:**Eye Roll Emoji**

Emery:His dress shoes are pointy. His dick size could be deceiving.

Chris:Why are you putting bad juju out into the world? He needs to have a big dick, Em. I need a good dicking-down tonight.

I shake my head at my brother. I might have been thinking of getting a dicking-down by Mason, but I would never tell Chris that.

Although, lately, he’s been more outrageous than usual. He’s taking his breakup with Sierra harder than he’s let on. I don’t know why—she was the worst. She was needy, clingy, and way too jealous.

Anger churns in my stomach. That girl said something to him. It’s the only explanation for his wilder-than-usual behavior.

Shaking my head, I text my baby brother back. I know this will pass. I’ll just have to wait out his storm and let him do his thing.

Emery:Hope you’re right. Good night, Chrisy. **Kiss Emoji**

Chris:Good night, Emmy. **Heart Emoji**

Chapter nine

Emery

My heart pounds likea drum in my chest at the ringing of my doorbell. Henry races to the door, barking at the person on the other side.

“Relax, little guy,” I say in a soothing tone as I pick him up and -pat him on the head.

My stomach dips like I’m riding a rollercoaster as I open the door and take in the sight before me.

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