Page 76 of You Found Me
“Beckett, stop.”
He’s drunk. There’s no way he’d be saying these things if he were sober. Especially not in front of Emmaline.
He makes eye contact with me before swinging his gaze over to her and I watch as his face gets alarmingly red. I’m about to suggest we all go to bed when Emmaline speaks.
“The whole time I was with my ex, I never had an orgasm that wasn’t by my own hand. And even those were hard to come by. You should be proud that you cared about their pleasure when you knew it was possible you wouldn’t find your own release.”
I think I’ve stopped breathing. She was with him for years and he didn’t make sure she orgasmed. Her eyes are wide but when she notices that B relaxed a bit, so does she. Comforted by the realization that he’s less tense than before. Proving once again how amazing she is with people. I don’t think I’ve come across a kinder person in my entire life.
“I’ve never been in love. I’ve had crushes and thought I loved the women I’ve dated in the past, but it never felt like I’d foundthe one.” I glance at Emmaline and take a calming breath before saying, “The only time it felt like I might have found that person, the timing wasn’t meant to be. I gave up hope of having that for myself.”
“Spence . . . I—”
“Don’t even think about it,” I interrupt her and clear my throat. “As fun as this has been, I think we need to call it a night.”
At their nod, I make sure B takes Tylenol and a glass of water up with him, before heading off to bed. I cut my eyes to Emmaline noticing the red flush on her cheeks, unsure if she’s tipsy or just embarrassed, so I ask her about it.
“Embarrassed. I only had three drinks total. But once Beckett announced he’s pretty much a virgin, I felt like I needed to say something equally embarrassing.”
“Emmy, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. That’s 100% on the men you’ve been with. They should’ve been more focused on your pleasure than their own.”
“Chance always—”
“Let’s not bring up all the things that asshole did wrong. He clearly made several mistakes along the way. That doesn’t mean you were the issue.” I brush a lock of her wild hair behind her ear. “You just need to find the right partner to put you first.”
She looks up at me through dark lashes and takes a deep breath. “Can you help me?”
It feels like the air has been completely sucked out of the room. Is she asking me what I think she is? I can’t do that. Wouldn’t that blur the lines?
This whole night is starting to blur some lines.
Then I picture it.
Emmy lying on my bed, her skin slick with sweat, and her face perfectly flushed after coming on my fingers. And fuck if that’s not the most enticing picture.
I must take too long to answer because she mumbles something I can’t make out and tries to dart past me to the room.
“Emmaline,” I grab her arm to keep her from running. “Wait. What exactly are you asking?”
She fidgets with her hands. “I thought maybe you could help me finally finishwith a partner. But that’s asking too much of our arrangement. Ignore me.”
“If this is something you’re sure about, I’d be more than happy to do it. You should know though, this will change things for me. And if you’re sure about it, then I want you to go into my room, take off whatever clothes you feel comfortable taking off and get situated on the bed. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
I wait with bated breath to see what she’ll do.
When she turns around to walk away, I send up a silentthank youto the universe.
Chapter 22
Emmaline
I cannot believe I asked him to help me or the fact that he said yes.
I guess I shouldn’t be so surprised, he is a man and I’m offering myself up on a silver platter. Spencer said doing this would change things for him, but did he mean that in a good way, or in the way that meant we’d have to be done?
Either way, I want this. Which explains why I basically dash off to his room and take off the bottoms he gave me. I didn’t put on my underwear or the bralette after my shower, so I’m completely bare underneath. My nipples are stiff, and I can feel how wet I am at just the thought of Spencer touching me.
I’m just getting settled against his headboard when he comes through the door. His hair is mussed as if he’s been running his hands through it. I start to tell him we can forget about this whole thing when I catch his eyes roaming up my legs to the apex of my thighs with a heat I’ve never seen from him.
