Page 21 of Faking It with the Enforcer

Her face turns a deep shade of red. “You heard me?” Her words are nothing more than a shaky whisper.

I nod, my gaze flicking down to her lips again. “I heard you moan my name. I heard you come, Emily.” I don’t tell her that I watched her, too. I want to see how she responds to this first half-true confession. I lean in close, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear. “It was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard in my life.”

She sucks in a sharp breath, and I pull back slightly. She’s staring at her hands, but I don’t want her to hide from me. From what’s happening between us. I grip her chin gently, turning her face up to mine.

“Don’t be embarrassed, Em. You never have to be embarrassed around me. It was hot.You’rehot. More than hot. And I—“

Of course, the driver chooses that moment to open the door, cool night air rushing in and ending the moment. With a smallgrumble, I step out and then offer my hand to Emily. She doesn’t hesitate before putting her small, delicate hand in mine, and I sigh at the contact. At how perfect it feels.

As we walk into the bar, my skin still feels hot and tight, and a snarled knot sits in the center of my chest. I promised Mike I wouldn’t make a move on his sister. I promised him I wouldn’t touch her. She’s too young for me. Too sweet and innocent. She lives a three-and-a-half-hour-flight away.

And yet, Emily David feels like she was meant to be mine. Like I’ve been waiting for her all this time. None of the other women I’ve ever dated made me feel like this. None of my relationships lasted because I wasn’t with Emily. Playing tonight, knowing she was watching me, it was as though a missing puzzle piece had clicked into place.

I haven’t lost my passion for the game. I just needed to find my soul mate.

Who happens to be my best friend’s younger sister. Who happens to be thirteen years younger than me.

It’s wrong, but nothing has ever felt more right.

I know how this ends: with me inside her, taking what’s meant to be mine, consequences be damned.

Nine

Wolf

“We’ll continue our conversation later, little one,” I bend down and whisper in Emily’s ear. She shivers and then looks up at me with what can only be described as melty heart eyes at the endearment.

Good.

We enter the bar, where conversation buzzes around us and jazz music floats on the air. A few heads swivel in our direction, but no one bothers us as we’re shown to a table for six tucked into a cozy back corner. Large windows look out onto the city, the CN Tower lit up in shades of red and white, glowing against the night sky. I hold Emily’s chair out of her, watching as she gracefully sinks down, and then take the empty seat next to her. Our table is round, and I’ve got Kincaid on my right, while Sadie takes the seat next to Emily.

Under the table, I lay a hand on Emily’s thigh, drawing small circles with my fingers. Everyone here already thinks she’s my girlfriend, so I might as well act like the obsessed boyfriend I’m sure I’ll be. I’m not trying to keep my hands to myself, but I don’tthink she wants me to, either. Not with the way she’s pressing her thigh into my hand, her cheeks pink.

The server comes by to take our drink orders, and immediately asks for ID from all three girls. She squints a little harder at Emily’s Manitoba driver’s licence, but then nods perfunctorily, handing it back.

The sight of the out-of-province licence hits me like a punch in the gut, a reminder that she doesn’t live here. It deflates me slightly, but I also know that I’m not going to let something as petty as kilometers keep me from her.

We order our drinks and settle in, the conversation flowing easily. We chat about the game, and I love watching Emily chime in, talking about how much fun she had watching from the box.

“You had quite the game tonight, Wolf,” says Sadie, eyeing me knowingly from across the table. “Feeling inspired?”

I glance over at Emily, watching as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and then takes a sip of her wine.

“You could say that.”

Shane laughs. “We may need to get Emily tickets to every home game if that’s the way you play when she’s watching.”

“I wish I could come to every game,” she says wistfully, toying with the stem of her wine glass. I feel her leg shift beneath my hand, her sleek muscles tensing. “But I’ve got to go back to Winnipeg next month.”

Kincaid looks at me, a slight frown on his face. “Oh? What’s going to happen…” His eyebrows raise, and I shrug.

“Haven’t figured that part out yet. But we will.” I make sure I’m looking at Emily when I say that. Because I mean it. We’ll figure something out. I’ll do anything to keep her in my life.

God. I haven’t even kissed this girl and I already know I’m going to marry her. I know it in my bones. I know it like I know the sky is blue, like I know my own name.

Emily holds my gaze as she takes a sip of her drink, pulling my attention to her mouth. Immediately, I’m imagining her pretty lips wrapped around my cock.

Shit. Now I’m hard again. I shift in my seat, trying to ease some of the pressure as my cock presses hard against the seam of my fly. I take my hand from Emily’s thigh, adjust myself, and then drape it over the back of her chair, letting my fingers play in the ends of her silky hair. She leans in a bit closer, and when she looks up at me, her pupils are blown, eyes bright with desire.

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