Page 113 of Fire Island
They sound like romance movies. I guess we did watch an action flick last time. Em tilts his head, then opens his mouth like he’s about to object.
“Either sound okay,” I say. “What does Iris want?”
Em clears his throat, and a second later, a bowl crashes into the drying rack. Then another. What’s got his goat?
“That’s a good question. Maybe I’ll ask her.” Evie gives me a coy smile I don’t understand as she walks from the kitchen, heading for the living room.
We finish up the washing and drying and make our way to the living room to find the girls still scrolling through the romance options. I don’t mind watching romance, but something with a little subplot would be great. If I fall asleep in the first half, I’ll never live it down.
I drop onto the couch on one end by Evie. Em sinks down on the other next to Iris. These seem to be our regular spots now. It’s cozy. The fact that Iris uses Em as a big-brother pillow cracks me up. Poor guy, last time he had to stay wedged into the end of the sofa after she fell asleep at the movie’s midpoint.
He doesn’t seem to mind, though.
Iris would have his balls if he made a move. That sister of mine knows her mind, and if she had a mind for Emmett, he would have been out of the friend zone years ago.
I shake my head at the ridiculous thought.
Like hell.
That’s how friendships are ruined. Families torn apart.
Ain’t going to happen.
The movie is decided on and the girls snuggle in. Evie huddles closer, her head dropping to my arm as the credits roll. I run a hand down the arm of the sofa and rest my head back when I see it’s one I’ve watched before.
Happiness for Beginners.
Solid film. Not sure how much I’m going to get through...
Like clockwork, my eyes start to heavy around twenty minutes in. Evie glances up when my body relaxes around hers. She runs her fingertips through my beard, sending her hand past my temple and into my hair.
Fuck.
Now I’m awake.
I drop my head, my lips almost brushing her ear. “Baby girl, you keep doing that, we’re going to need to go upstairs.”
Her fingers run through my hair again, the tips massaging my scalp. I almost don’t remember to tamp down the groan rattling its way up. She’s playing with me.
Eyes glued to the screen, she continues to explore my hair, neck, and beard.
Her touch is addictive.
Huddled into me, she is all I can smell.
My cock stretches my jeans, and I try desperately to focus on the movie in front of us. Evie doesn’t stop. She simply huddles closer, leaning into me as her other hand rests on my thigh. Her finger traces patterns on my jeans, slowly moving toward my now-bulging crotch.
I glance at Em and Irry. They sit perfectly relaxed, side by side, watching the movie.
“Bedtime.” Evie angles her head up, her lips almost brushing my earlobe.
“Why don’t we go for a walk?” I rumble back on a threadbare breath.
She smiles up at me. “I could catch some air.”
Thankfuck.
It’s not that I don’t want to devour her—I am dying to do just that. But with Em and Iris awake downstairs, it feels...
