Page 40 of Bad Behavior

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Jameson

Current Day

Ikeep going over and over the list of what I owe Asher in my head as I go for a run. There are so many things, so many times that he kept me and my brothers from starving or sleeping on the streets. It’s an endless litany, really.

But as I get home, exhausted and sweaty, I keep thinking about Emma. How she looked the other night when I pulled back from kissing her, her hair a mess and her cheeks warm. She gripped my jacket and pulled me close, her big green eyes holding secrets that I can’t even begin to guess at.

For a second, she was every man’s fantasy. And for a second, I almost let her pull me back in.

But I didn’t.

Now I’m stripping to shower, and standing under the water, and wondering why. I mean, I know why. Asher has put one restriction on our friendship, and that’s Emma.

But a little voice in the back of my head says, so what?

So you owe Asher forever. So he put the only girl that you’re interested in out of bounds. So doing anything with her will make you the worst, most ungrateful friend ever.

I stand under the steaming shower, and decide to let myself forget the rules for just a minute. Instead, I focus on what Emma tastes like, the soft little moans she makes, the way her curves feel under my hands. I’m hard in no time, my soapy hand running down to my cock. I give myself one solitary stroke, from root to tip, and groan aloud.

There is no doubt that I’m hard up for Emma. I have been for a few years, ever since I noticed her tits one night when we were all hanging out together. One minute I was drinking a beer, another minute I was fixating on her. Wondering what they looked like, how they would fit in the palms of my hands… wondering how they would taste.

I shiver, my body running hot and cold, just thinking about it. But I’m not allowed to touch, not allowed to find out just what the texture would be beneath my tongue. I’m frustrated, that much is obvious. But a solution to my problem is not forthcoming.

I run through the rest of my showering routine in a couple of minutes. Turning off the spigot and wrapping a towel around my waist, I open the door to the steam filled bathroom. I head down the hall to my bedroom, passing Asher’s open door. He’s not home, which is just as well.

What would I even say to him at this point?

When I get to my room, I notice the door is slightly ajar. That’s a little weird, because I am always careful to close it all the way. Edging it open fully, I am greeted by the sight of Emma, stripped down to her matching red lace bra and panties… in my bed.

My eyebrows couldn’t raise any higher. I clench the towel around my waist.

“Hi,” she says shyly, even though she’s fucking half naked in my bed. Her hair is pinned up, and she’s just laying in my bed as though it’s perfectly natural.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I grit out, glancing behind me.

Emma tilts her head. “Asher’s gone. I thought… you and I could… um… you know…”

“You thought that since your brother is busy, you’d just come over here and I would fuck you?” I ask flatly.

She makes a face. “No, not exactly. But also… kind of.”

I point to the door. “No way. Get out.”

She looks timid for a moment, before she bites her lip and shakes her head.

“I don’t think so. I don’t think you really want me to go.”

“Oh, so you’re an expert now in what I want?” I cock my brow.

She flushes a deep dusty pink. “I want to be, if you’ll let me.”

“I think you should leave,” I argue, hitching my towel up. “Seriously, Emma. You don’t know what you’re doing.”

“I think… I think I do,” she says.

Her green eyes glint a little in the low light of the bedside lamp. She slowly gets on her knees on the middle of my bed, starting to unhook her bra. I do a double take, glancing behind me at the open door. I close it, in case Ashter comes home.

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