Page 12 of Wasted Memories
I wasn’t into watching sports solely due to the fact that people typically did that in groups. Group settings weren’t really my thing, but I couldn’t turn him down without coming off as a dick.
“Sounds great.” I gave a close lipped smile and went to grab the tools to start working on his truck.
The two of them walked into the office as I got to work, closing the door behind them. I guess whatever it was they had to discuss was personal and didn’t want me overhearing, not that I was much of an eavesdropper anyway.
A few hours later, I knocked on the office door to let them know the wheel bearing was fixed.
Popping my head in the door, I said, “I can write up the bill if you’ve got a breakdown cost sheet.”
“Not necessary.” Jim waved his hand. “We don’t charge Jett. He makes up for it.”
He didn’t elaborate and I wasn’t going to push it. They’d obviously been doing business together for a while.
Jett said his goodbye to Jim and patted me on the shoulder as he passed by.
“Thanks for fixing ol’ blue, Wesley. She’s got more problems than she’s worth but she’s got a special place in my heart. You got a phone? I can text you my address for the game.”
I nodded and we exchanged numbers.
After he drove away, I checked the contact he’d entered into my phone.
I reread it twice. “Jett, Emerson’s Boyfriend”.
Either he knew I’d spoken to Emerson at the bar, or he wanted to make it real damn clear who she belonged to before I entered his home.
Chapter Four
Emerson
Turningthewateroff,I got out of the shower and wrapped myself in a towel. Jessica and her boyfriend were picking me and Stella up on the way to the bonfire tonight. With a quick glance at the clock on my nightstand, I saw that I had about ten minutes left to get ready.
I left my hair loose around my shoulders, letting it dry naturally. The ocean air always made my hair curl more than usual so there was no point in styling it. Knowing the beach was freezing at night, I wore flared jeans with white sneakers and a gray sweatshirt, layering a tank top underneath. I put on a bit of mascara and blush, keeping it light since it would be dark out anyway.
I headed out to the living room and sat next to Jett on the couch, curling my leg under myself and facing him to give him a peck on the cheek.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come?” I pouted, batting my eyelashes to try to persuade him to give in and come along. “There'll be beer.”
“I’m good. Besides, I’ve got beer here.” He draped his arm along the back of the couch, running his fingers through my hair.
I leaned into his hand, sighing. “You know, I still have about seven minutes to spare..”
He gave me a knowing look and smirked. In less than a second, he had my back laying against the couch cushions. He pulled his shirt off, tossing it to the floor as I worked to take my sweatshirt off. I looked up at him, my eyes trailing down to the tattoo over his heart. I reached my hand out, tracing my fingers over it.
“No time for romantics, baby.” He bent down to kiss my neck as he unzipped my jeans, pulling them down slightly. I angled my head back to expose more of my neck while I fumbled with his sweats.
Once they were down, I ran my hand down the length of him through his boxers. He stopped kissing my neck and pulled back to look at me, his breath quickening as I stroked him. He moved his hand to the inside of my thighs and pushed my panties to the side as I pulled at the hem of his boxers to release his cock.
Right as he was lining himself up with my entrance, my phone started ringing from the pocket of my sweatshirt on the ground. He cursed under his breath and paused, eyeing me to see if I wanted him to continue.
As much as I wanted to, I knew that was Stella calling me to tell me they were here. I had a different ringtone for her number, just like I did for most of my contacts, so I knew which calls to ignore without having to look.
As soon as the phone stopped ringing, they began honking outside.
“I guess they’re a little early. I’m sorry I got you all worked up.” He pulled his sweats up, pushing back into a sitting position so I could get off the couch. I grabbed my sweatshirt off the floor and slipped it back on, then fixed my jeans. “I’ll make it up to you when I get home later, promise,” I leaned over to kiss his cheek. “You’re still picking me and Stella up later, right?”
His gaze was already trained back on the TV, his shirt still on the ground. “Yep. Just give me a call when you’re ready.”
“You’re the best. I’ll see you in a few hours.” I turned on my heel and headed out the door.
