Page 222 of There's No Us Without You
Although, I still loved him at his worst because that’s what happens when someone steals your heart and holds onto it for dear life.
You don’t get to snatch it back without it breaking in half.
When we’ve finished eating, Will grabs our plates and heads into the kitchen to place them in the dishwasher while Emerson sinks back and rubs his stomach.
“Thanks for lunch, and... you know, not leaving me.”
Will moves to the back of the couch where Emerson is sitting and tugs his head back by his hair. “I wouldn’t be anywhere else.” Then he crushes his lips to Em’s and runs a hand down his shirt-covered chest. “I missed you.”
A soft groan leaves Emerson’s throat, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. I’m so caught up in this moment, feeling every bit like a creep as I watch them, but I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to.
I’m the moth and they’re the flame. Except when they’re together like this, they’re the wildfire and my heart is ducking for cover.
When Will runs his tongue over Emerson’s bottom lip, I let out a little gasp, and move closer, practically squirming in my seat.
Watching these two together does all sorts of things to my body—tingles, heat, goosebumps.
I shuffle closer again and place a hand on Emerson’s thigh, wanting to be part of the moment. He slides a hand up my chest and grips the front of my neck, giving it a gentle squeeze, all the while keeping his connection with Will.
Finally, Will breaks their kiss and grabs the hem of Emerson’s shirt, pulling it up over his head, and throwing it onto the floor. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he says as he runs his hands down Emerson’s bare chest, over the muscles of his stomach, and down below the waist of his shorts.
“I want you,” Emerson says, gripping the back of Will’s neck to plant a soft kiss to the side of it. “Both of you.” He pulls me closer when Will jumps over the back of the couch, landing on the other side of me.
So, I guess this is happening.
“I need to be inside you.” Warm breath dances over my lips. “Is that okay?”
All I can do is nod before Emerson is crushing his lips to mine and parting them with his tongue. I moan into his mouth when Will slides a hand up the inside of my thigh, and plants soft, wet kisses to my collarbone and neck.
My pussy is throbbing with the need to be touched, and I let my legs fall open when Will slides his hand further up my skirt to brush his fingers lightly over the thin fabric of my underwear.
“Fuck me, Sunshine,” he says against my neck. “So wet for us already.” With nimble fingers, he pushes my underwear to the side and slides one inside me.
Emerson swallows my gasps and whimpers, his mouth hot against mine, his tongue hastening my growing arousal.
I move my hips to the rhythm of Will’s movements as he slides a second finger in, working me at a slow, delicious pace. But I need more, so I grab his hand and push the heel of his palm flat against my pussy to find my sensitive spot.
Will tuts at me and removes his hand from between my legs. “You don’t get to come yet. Emerson needs to taste you first.”
I pull away from Emerson’s mouth to ask him how the hell that’s going to happen, when Will presses the fingers that were just inside me to Emerson’s lips.
“Suck,” he says, eyes burning, dark and soulful.
Emerson grins and opens his mouth ever so slowly, taking Will’s fingers and sucking them clean. He groans around them, his eyes never leaving Will’s.
“Good boy.” Will pulls his fingers from Emerson’s mouth with a pop, then grabs my chin. “Eden, be a good girl and take your clothes off. Then I want you to kneel in front of me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” My stomach clenches when I stand up and grip the hem of my shirt.
Both sets of eyes are on me when I strip it off and then slide my black skirt down my thighs. I’m left standing in my matching black underwear while I fight the urge to cover myself.
No matter how many times these two see me naked, I still need time to remember they aren’t judging me when their eyes trail my body like I’m something to eat.
While licking his lips, Emerson places a hand on his obvious erection. “Goddamn, you make me so hard. Take the rest off, Pop-Tart. Let me see you.”
I glance at Will, who just nods and reclines, resting one arm along the back of the couch as he reaches to massage the back of Emerson’s neck with the other.
My skin flushes, my heart racing so fast in my chest that when I grab the clasp of my bra to unhook it, my hands shake, and it takes me longer to get it off. Once I manage to pry the hooks apart, I let the straps slip from my shoulders and step back as the material falls to the floor at my feet.
