Page 121 of Hell Hath No Fury
God, Emory. I sat up and stretched on the side of the bed, every muscle in my body screaming. Man, he’d given it to me. I didn’t think a man had ever in their life so thoroughly fucked me.
I felt good. Better than good actually. I felt great.
I slipped on my robe and tiptoed down the steps but the house was quiet, so I walked to the back door and looked out the glass to find Jax and Emory sitting on the back porch. Emory was wearing nothing but his pair of unbuttoned jeans and a smile.
Fuck, but he was the stuff dreams were made of.
Walking into the kitchen to grab some coffee, I couldn’t help but wonder if maybe Emory was looking for something more than a one-night stand. Maybe I was just being hopeful. But there’d been such an instant attraction between us and when he’d been inside me last night it had felt like so much more than a one-time thing.
And he didn’t have to stay the night, make me a pot of coffee, and help take care of my pup nephew. He obviously did that because he wanted to.
I was trying not to get my hopes up as I slipped outside with my coffee mug in hand but it was damn hard with him looking that good. I was hoping all over the place.
“Morning, baby.” He smiled at me, his eyes dancing as I tried to scoot past him on the small porch to the other seat at the little table.
But I didn’t make it to the seat because he wrapped a hand around my waist, pulled me right into his lap and gave me a kiss to end all kisses.
I came to the realization in that moment if any other man ever kissed me, I’d always compare it to that moment, in that time with his lips on mine. And it would inevitably never, ever compare to that kiss in Emory Clark’s lap on my brother’s porch on Sugar Mountain.
“Did you sleep good?” he asked against my lips. He took my coffee cup from my hand and set it on the table.
“Like a baby.”
“Mmm, good,” he moaned against my lips. “I want to take you on a date tonight.”
I grinned. He didn’t sound like he was asking, but I was coming to understand even in our short time together that Doctor Clark didn’t really ask for things as much as he demanded them. And surprisingly, I didn’t hate it.
“Is that so?” I teased.
“It is,” he said before giving my bottom lip a hard nip.
“Ohhhh! Look what we have here!” a voice I recognized too well said from behind us and I turned around in Emory’s lap so fast I almost had us toppling out of the chair and onto the porch.
There my brother and his husband stood, half out of the sliding glass door and half in. Jax ran over to them, jumping up and giving them lots of puppy kisses.
I shot up off Emory’s lap. “What are you guys doing back already? You’re not supposed to be back for three more days!” Yes, I was stammering like a fool. I pulled my robe tight around me, horrified at having been caught with their vet practically naked.
“There was a hurricane coming so we decided to come home early,” Jason said, stepping all the way out onto the porch, eyeing Emory and me carefully.
Shit. How was I going to explain this? I looked over at Emory who seemed to be perfectly comfortable sitting there in his unbuttoned jeans sipping his damn coffee.
Did nothing ruffle this man’s feathers? It looked like I wasn’t getting any help from him.
“Well,” my brother said, tapping the tips of his fingers together in front of him like some evil henchman. “Looks like you two have been having fun.”
Drew just stood behind him with a shit eating grin. I had a feeling this was not going to end well for me.
In that moment, I formulated a plan. I was just going to fake it until I make it. I was just going to pretend that I wasn’t horrified that my baby brother caught me making out on his back porch with my one-night stand.
I took my coffee from the table and took a long, casual sip. I was taking a move out of Emory’s playbook.
“E. I have to admit, I’m surprised. I didn’t think you had it in you. I told you to be pushy but it’s only been like two days. Kudos, my man,” my brother said.
And there went my play it cool plan. It flew right off into the trees and over a mountain somewhere. E?! E! Like the E. I may have choked on my coffee a bit.
My brother leaned in to give Emory a high-five but he only shook his head with a low chuckle.
God, Emory was the guy my brother had been trying to set me up with forever? Damn, my brother really did have good taste.
