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I loved Emerson the moment I met him, and I still do. Only now it’s stronger. And so damn soul crushing if he was to reject me.
“Have sex.” Her voice is barely audible, but I heard the words.
Loud and fucking clear.
“Like consensual non-consent?”
She snaps her head towards me, a frown pulling in her perfect eyebrows. “There’s a word for it?”
“Yes.”
“So... I’m not the only one?” Even in the dimly lit room, the flush of warmth that spreads up her chest and into her cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed.
“Look at me,” I say, grabbing her chin. “You never have to be embarrassed about what you want sexually, Eden.”
She swallows hard. “Isn’t that . . . weird, though?”
“Not at all,” Emerson says. “You’d be surprised. Just look at Will and his sexual... activities.” A cheeky grin lifts the corners of his full lips, tempting me to bite into them. “You are yet to get a taste of the full Willis Becker experience, Pop-Tart.”
Fucking dicktease.
I only shake my head, ignoring the throbbing of my cock.
“Wait. You have a forced fantasy too?” Eden’s eyebrows shoot up as she gently bites her bottom lip.
“No, Eden,” I say, rolling my eyes. “I don’t have a forced fantasy.”
Right now, my fantasy is to go to sleep without the added pain of a boner.
Silence fills the room for a long moment, but it’s Eden who breaks it first. “Well,” she says, clearing her throat. “Would that be something you two would—” Her hands fly up to cover her face once again. “God, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t even be asking you.”
Oh, Sunshine, you have a lot to learn when asking someone like me to play.
“We can talk about it when you’re sober,” I say, shoving down all the ideas running through my head. “Now get some sleep.”
Not that I’ll be getting any now.
Sighing, Eden snuggles against my side, pressing her arse into Emerson this time. He squeezes his eyes shut and sucks in a deep breath while rubbing a hand over his face.
Good. It’s his turn to have a never-ending hard-on because of this woman.
Although, I’m pretty sure he’s been suffering the same fate as I have since she came into our lives. Who knew the woman was holding onto some pretty kinky fantasies. Maybe it’s the fact she’s been told to suppress her feelings and wants all her life, and now that she’s found freedom, she’s getting in touch with her true self.
I don’t care what it is, all I know is I fucking love it.
FORTY-THREE
Eden
When Emerson leavesfor training in the afternoon, I curl up on the couch with a hot cup of tea and switch on the TV. I flick through Netflix, landing on some new war movie I’ve been wanting to watch for a while, and press the play button.
I’ve had two days to recover from my hangover from hell, which included me pigging out on chocolate, Will’s favourite custard, and two tubs of vanilla ice cream.
I also threw in a salad for lunch today—I don’t feel quite so guilty now.
The boys and I are yet to discuss the finer details of my admission where I asked them to force themselves on me in some... what did Will call it?
Consensual non-consent.
