Page 65 of Owning Emma

Chapter 30

SHAW

My heartand soul were reeling, my hands shaking, my breath quivering from Roman’s open attempt at showing his commitment. His commitment to us. His commitment to me. His commitment to making the three of us work out, even when by all reasonable standards we shouldn’t work.

I felt Emma’s eyes burn into me the whole drive, her mind working with so many questions that she hadn’t grown the nerve to ask. I was thankful for that, I wouldn’t have an answer anyway. I didn’t fully have an answer for myself yet. Not really.

“Hey Emma. . .”

I couldn’t see her face inside the darkness of the truck’s cab, but I knew her eyes were on me. “Yes.”

“Why did the bakery install a security system?” I smirked to myself, knowing how bad this was, but wanting to break the silence.

If I could see her right now, I knew her eyebrows would be pulled together as she thought about it, her cute little nose wrinkled. “I don’t know, why?”

“They needed to protect the dough.” Oh yeah, I was smirking as I said it, how could I not?

Her laughter surrounded me as she lightly punched my arm. “That was awful, you need help.”

“This girl I’m dating from this bakery is really selfish,” I stated.

“Hey! I am not selfish.” Her little fingers reached over and pinched my thigh, causing me to squirm.

I cleared my throat, “All she talks about is her kneads, it’s getting a rise out of me.”

“Oh, my god, shut up. Did you spend all night skimming the internet for these?” I could feel her glee next to me, the air in the truck cab shifting from heavy to light.

“Only this morning while the coffee was brewing,” he admitted. “Ready for another one?”

“Is it the last?”

“I mean, if you insist. I could probably go all day with these.” Her palm flattened on my thigh, the warmth seeping in.

“Okay, last one. I don’t think I could handle much more awful jokes.” She giggled.

“What do bakers make dill bread from?”

“I’m almost afraid to ask, but what?” Her fingers squeezed my legs and damn it, it may have been the littlest contact, but I felt my cock hardening instantly.

“A dill dough.”

“I knew it.” She laughed. “That was awful.”

I pulled the truck into the alley behind the bakery and parked before turning my body toward her. The street lamp above illuminated her face, making my breath catch. She was so fucking beautiful. From the moment I saw her I knew. I fucking knew she would be ours one way or another. But even with knowing, I never fully believed.

I licked my suddenly dry lips not knowing what to say to her. She beat me to it. “If we leave now, my father will never know I was here.”

It was tempting. The more time I spent with her, with them, the more my body and mind nearly begged me to call in. “Emma . . .”

I began but she cut me off with a cute little finger on my lips. “I liked it, you know.”

My heart was nearly pounding out of my chest. I knew what she meant, but I needed to ask anyway. “What?”

“The two of you, kissing. It was . . . hot.” She scooted to the center of the truck, allowing her body to line up with mine and her palm to find my jaw and turn it toward her, “Really hot.”

For me too, sweetheart, for me too. I leaned forward, my lips finding hers, and I kissed her slowly, allowing myself only a few seconds of indulgence until I pulled away. “You’re late.”

“We’re late,” she corrected.

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