Page 112 of There's No Us Without You
“Will might be a little too much for you, big guy. He likes it kind of rough.” With an arm slung around Carter’s shoulders, Emerson ever so slowly drags his gaze up my torso until he reaches my face. Then he licks his lips. “I’ve seen what he can do—you wouldn’t like it.”
Fucking hell. I’m not sure why my sexual activities are being discussed right now.
Carter hands me the glass. “You aren’t my type, either. You don’t have a vagina.”
“Christ, Carter. Just stop talking.” I shake my head and continue to pour him another beer, then slide it over to him. “If I give you free beer all night, will you shut the fuck up?”
Carter grins. “Nope. So, does Eden know you two like to share?”
God help me, I’m about to get arrested for murder.
Emerson scoffs. “Good luck with that. I’m not telling you shit. Besides, I’m on my best behaviour these days, remember? No sex and all that.” He blows out a breath, raking a hand through his curls.
Curls I’d like to wrap around my fingers as I fuck his mouth.
Carter’s mouth falls open, and he shifts his eyes as he blinks rapidly between me and Emerson. “What happened to thebro code?”
“Bro code?” I say, slow blinking at him.
“Yeah, you know, the one where we tell each other all our dirty secrets.”
“That’s a code?” Emerson says, his drink paused halfway to his mouth. “I thought we just did that for fun.”
I shake my head and let my gaze wander over to the crowd again.
It’s really fucked up that I have to work with a constant semi, adjusting myself every few minutes. I’ve tried to keep my shit contained but every time Emerson brushes past me in the hallway at home, or Eden hands me a jar of that damn custard with that smile on her face—the one that tells me she loves feeding me—I’m inching closer to a collision course I know I shouldn’t be wanting.
I’ve never been one to fall for that love-at-first-sight bullshit, but I remember the distinct beating of my heart the first time I laid eyes on Emerson.
Then again, when Eden walked into the bar the very first time.
THIRTY-ONE
Eden
Emerson’s teammate Cooper—theone I made the bet with—is staring at me from across the room. I’m not sure anyone else notices the way he’s glaring at me, but I sure do.
It’s creepy as hell, and not at all welcome.
The moment he stepped into the crowd, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up, a feeling of being watched overwhelming me to the point I had to sit down.
Although, that could also be because of the numerous cocktails I’ve had since arriving here—beer just wasn’t doing it for me. I’ll have to ask Will what they’re called again because they’re the best thing I’ve put in my mouth since kissing Emerson last night.
To avoid having to deal with Cooper’s glare any longer, I cross my legs and turn my body towards the beautiful man sitting next to me. My knee bumps his thigh, and he glances at me quickly, giving me a wink as he keeps up his conversation with Tyler and Carter.
Stella had texted to tell me she wasn’t going to make it after all, and the look of disappointment on Carter’s face when I told him the news had my heart clenching. I had to assure him it wasn’t because of him, and she has a younger sibling she often takes care of when her mother works the night shift. Apparently she got called in last minute.
Carter’s mood picked up, though, when Stella told me to give him her number.
I take another sip from the straw in my drink, swirling it around with my tongue while I stare at Will working and ignoring me, my chin resting in my hand.
He looks so damn fine in his white dress shirt, top button undone, shirt sleeves rolled up. Would he care if I slid over this bar and begged him to finish what we started last Monday before we were interrupted?
The thought alone has me aching between my legs, only growing worse when Emerson puts a hand on my thigh, his fingers lightly brushing over my bare skin every now and again. It’s an absent-minded movement, but every time he does it, I instinctively lean closer to him.
After another five minutes, I’m squirming in my seat. What’s that saying? Once you break the seal...
I’ve definitely broken the seal, so I jump off the barstool and press my lips to Emerson’s ear. “I’m just going to pee,” I say, the words strung together.
