Page 152 of There's No Us Without You
Damn brat. Do I have to spank it out of her? Because I will, no questions asked.
Meanwhile, Emerson is pissing himself laughing. I pin him with a dark glare, letting him know he’s on my shit list as well, and I wouldn’t have a problem tying them both up to inflict pain.
“Don’t laugh...” Eden points to Emerson, her squinted green eyes unable to focus. “I’m horny as hell because of you.” She throws an arm over her eyes, her body sinking into the couch on a soft grunt. “Can’t you both just... you know, touch me?”
Her red lipstick is smudged across her cheek. If only it was my lips—or better yet, my cock—that had smudged it.
“Sorry, Pop-Tart,” Emerson says, leaning against the back of the couch with his hip, and folding his arms over his chest. “Rule number one, we don’t take advantage of drunk women.”
Eden groans. “You are both so annoying. But at least you’re nice—well, maybe not Will. He scares me.”
Emerson snorts out a laugh, covering his mouth with a clenched fist.
“I am standing right here. You know that, right?” I shake my head and take a sip of water, letting the coldness fill my overheated body.
I’m about ready to send Eden to bed so I can take out my sexual frustration on Emerson.
Although, we’re yet to have any one-on-one time in that department, except for a couple of heated kisses. When I have contracts, there’s no ambiguity on what I expect or what my partner expects, but Emerson isn’t a contract. Nor do I want him to be.
I want him no matter if he never submits to me. As long as he fucking loves me and allows me access to his body, I’ll take whatever he gives me.
Sighing, Emerson leans over the back of the couch to remove Eden’s arm from her face. “Yeah, well,” he says, “you should try being around you. It’s torture.”
Eden scoffs, pushing herself up, her dark hair falling over her face and onto her shoulders. “Me? I’m nice too... all the fucking time. Even when my mum tells me I’m a fat-arse, I just smile and agree with her when all I really want to say is, ‘Eat shit and choke on it.’” She blinks a few times, her eyes darting between Emerson and me.
I’m trying to keep a straight face because drunk Eden is chatty as fuck, and I don’t want her to stop.
She sighs and lifts a shoulder. “Anyway”—face-planting back on the couch and closing her eyes, she mumbles the rest of her sentence—“you guys are the best.”
In a matter of seconds, she’s snoring, so I walk over and scoop her into my arms before heading up the stairs.
“Coming?” I call out to Emerson when I reach the top.
“Be there in a sec.” His voice travels up the stairs and follows me until I reach the side of Eden’s bed.
I’m about to place her down when she opens one eye. “Can I sleep with you and Em? I don’t have my night terrors when I’m with you.”
I don’t even have to think about it. Yes, times a fucking million.
“Fine,” I say, placing her on the end of the bed. “Where are your pyjamas?”
Eden yawns and points to her chest of drawers against the back wall. I stalk over and pull out a dark-blue silk set from the top drawer and throw it on the bed next to her.
The jeans Eden was attempting to pull off earlier are still halfway down her thighs, so I fall to my knees and yank them the rest of the way down.
This is a first—me on my knees in front of someone. Seems fitting when it’s this particular someone, though.
To steady herself, Eden holds onto my shoulders, and when my fingers brush over the soft skin of her thighs, she sucks in a breath. Her bottom lip is pulled between her teeth, her glassy eyes searching my face.
The urge to bury my face between her legs is overpowering, but I hold my shit together.
No drunk-fucking.
I want to kiss each one of the small dimples on her thighs and sink my teeth into her soft flesh. Eden deserves to be cherished. Every inch of her.
When she’s dressed again—almost ten minutes later because I had to beg her to take her bra off, and then had to turn around anyway—I lead her into my bedroom, her feet shuffling along the carpet when she fails to pick them up.
The first thing she does is land face first into the mattress, then slowly drags her body up the bed until she reaches a starfish position.
