Page 32 of Breaking Emilee

I want to close my eyes but don’t want to stop looking at her. Soon her hand or better yet her mouth will replace mine. Then one day it will be her tight pussy that I’ll be thrusting in, not my hand. I start to feel a tingle at the base of my spine, my balls draw up, and with one final squeeze and thrust of my hips, I shoot hot come all over my hand, stomach, and bed. I came with a moan and her name on my lips.

“Emilee.” I pant.

Fuck I want this girl so damn bad. I lay here in a sticky mess until I catch my breath. Cleaning myself up enough that I can make it across the landing to the bathroom, I wash my hands and stomach, grabbing a towel to lay over my mess on the bed. I fall straight asleep with that picture of my girl burned in my brain.

It doesn’t take long to change out the spark plug once Luna gets there with the extra, I had at the house. Standing up, I fire up the bike, and it starts right up. “Did that work, sweetie?” Mrs. Haines asks as I walk into the kitchen to wash my hands.

“Yes, ma’am, it did,” I say, scrubbing the oil off my hands. It’s still early, and Zak isn’t out of bed yet, so I excuse myself to wake him up and tell him bye. I need to get home so I can get to my girl. The next time I come here, I want to bring her. I kick open his door and don’t stop until I jump straight onto him like he did to me Friday. Unlike me, he sleeps on his back, so his stomach and, unfortunately, his balls take the direct hit.

“Mother fucker” He yells while trying to push me off.

“Language,” we hear from both his mom and my aunt simultaneously.

“Dude, you know I’m leaving, and you couldn’t bother to get out of bed to tell me bye,” I say, getting off him but making sure I give him a smack on his bare chest.

“What are you, a chick? We don’t have to do the whole hug, tears, and goodbye. Do we?” He groans, rolling over and cupping his balls.

“It would be nice to at least get a goodbye, turd,” I say, pulling myself off his bed and standing beside it, looking at him roll around like a little kid. I can’t help it. I laugh at him and shake his bed. “Get up and act like you are going to miss me,” my only answer is another groan, and he flips me the bird. Turning, I walk out of his room, heading to get my stuff. “I’m leaving in five minutes. If you are not up, I’m going to make sure that girl that you were messaging yesterday gets the pictures I took of you last night while you slept.” I don’t really have any pictures, but I know that will get him up.

Sure enough, I hear his feet hit the floor, and by the sound of it, he’s running toward my room. “What pictures, you twat. Show me now,” he says, launching himself at me. I dodge out of his way, and he falls to the floor. Which makes me laugh, and our mothers yell from downstairs.

“Thought that would get you to move your lazy ass,” I say.

He just sits up and rubs his hands through his hair, “You don’t have any pictures, do you?”

Laughing, I pick up my helmet. “You will never know,” I say. I put out my hand and pull him in for a one-arm bro hug, thumping him on his back as he does me. “Thanks for this weekend. I really needed it,” I say, and I mean it. I really needed a weekend with just my best friend to relax, and now I’m ready to face what waits at home for me.

“Anytime, bro. My house is your house. Now go get your girl.” We walk down the stairs together. I give Mrs. Haines a big hug thanking her for her advice, and tell Aunt Luna I will see her at home. Hopping on my bike, I pull my helmet on, looking up at the blue sky. I whisper, “Emilee, I’m coming for you, and I’m never letting go,” before I pull out of the drive and head home. I have a plan and go over it in my head the whole drive home.

Call Emilee and get her to agree to come over.

Apologize for my mood change Friday.

Explain everything that happened this weekend.

Tell her I want her to be mine (Thought that will be better than telling her she is mine.)

Talk to her about telling my aunt what’s going on.

Five easy steps, but I hope I can do them all. I pray that she will be willing to come over. I’ll play the project card if I have to. I finished the papers last night, yes, both of them, and I did the presentation as well. I won’t allow myself to think that my plan won’t work. It has to. Now that I’ve worked through what I’m feeling and know that what I’m feeling is real, I don’t want to waste time. I want to be her guy, and I want her to be my girl. That’s how it’s already in my brain, but I need her to know and accept that. So, I’m confident speeding down the highway that I have this.

My confidence leaves me as soon as I pull up to my house, it’s a little before four, and I’m mad that half the day is gone. There was an accident on the highway, so it slowed me down a little bit. I sent Emilee a text while I waited in traffic, but I don’t think she has answered yet. Ignoring the bitch sitting on my front porch, I pull out my phone to see if she has. Pulling up our message thread, and nope no answer. I reread my message to make sure it sounded okay.

Me: Hey, Butterfly. First, I want to say sorry for going MIA for the last few days. I had to work through some things and just needed time. I want to see you today. I’m currently sitting in traffic. I should be home in like an hour. Please tell me I can come pick you up. I need to see you and explain face to face.

“Parker,” comes the voice I don’t want to hear. Sighing, I put my phone back in my pocket and step off my bike.

“Vanessa, I don’t have time for this today. I have a project I need to finish for class, so my partner has to come over. Which means you got to go.” I tell her. She doesn’t move, just stands in the middle of the stairs with her arms crossed over her chest.

“I’m not leaving. Uncle Larry is on his way over here to meet yourmom.”She puts mom in quotations. “We are having a family cookout,” she says with a smirk. I didn’t believe her, so I pull out my phone and call the one person who wouldn’t lie to me.

“Is everything okay? Traffic finally started moving again. I should be home in thirty minutes,” Luna says instead of saying hello.

I stare straight at Vanessa and ask through gritted teeth, “Are Vanessa and Larry coming over for a cookout?”

“Yes, are they there now? Oh no, tell them I will be there soon.”

Fuck I’m seething. I do not want to deal with this. This is not part of the plan. “Why? I told you I have stuff that is important to me to do when I got here?” I ask, trying not to get mad at her, but I can’t help it.

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