Page 66 of Bad Behavior

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Jameson

“Slow down!” Emma begs as I hit the wooded trail that leads back to the cars. “You’re making me run, practically. I’m not built to run on the sand.”

I slow my pace, but don’t stop. Instead, I take a sharp left turn, away from the parking lot, and onto a faintly used trail into the woods.

“I want to smash his face,” I grit out as I walk along the path.

“He’s your best friend,” Emma reminds me. “He’ll get over it. You both will. This too shall pass, as they say.”

“I guess they aren’t friends with a complete fucking lunatic,” I seethe.

We stumble upon a clearing with a few sagging picnic tables, and Emma grabs my hand, jerking me to a stop. I look at her, the storm within still churning.

“Please stop,” she says. “Just… talk to me.”

Looking down at her, I feel so much conflict going on inside my head. With Asher, sure. But also with myself, over the fact that I might have real feelings for this girl… the one person that I shouldn’t come close to loving.

Emma looks up at me, her eyes scanning my face.

I lunge for her. Her lips are soft and taste wild, yet familiar. I taste whiskey too, although I know it’s from me.

Emma makes a small squeak and weakly pushes me away. It just makes me want her more. When I kiss her a second time, there is no resistance. Instead, she parts her lips and welcomes my tongue against hers.

We kiss for several long moments, my heart beginning to beat faster. Fuck… if possible, I feel even more for her than I did a few minutes ago.

“Emma—”

“Shut up.”

In one swift motion, she pulls off her t-shirt to reveal perky tits with hard nipples that begged for my mouth. I descend on her mouth again, grabbing the hair at the back of her head to control her movements. I back her up against a tree, sealing my hand over her mouth.

If she wants to fuck on the sly, I can do that. She’s about to find out just how well I can fuck her silently. I kiss her again, holding back my own groan. The feel of my mouth against hers, my tongue as it flicks across her teeth, it is all too much.

Emma slips her arms around my neck, not resisting in the slightest. I reach down for her little shorts, tearing them down and off her legs with ease. When Emma reaches for her underwear to pull them down, I grab her wrists and stop her.

I walk her back until I’ve got her against the rough bark of a tree. I grab her and drop to my knees, kissing her breasts, her flat stomach. I grasp her ankles, and spread her legs a little. She whimpers.

“Shhhh,” I remind her, squeezing her thigh. “If you make any noise, I’ll stop. So you’ll have to be quiet.”

She looks down at me, wide eyed, and nods quickly.

She’s in nothing but her panties, which are quickly becoming soaked. I stop, taking a moment to whip her crop top up and over her head, barring her breasts to me.

Goosebumps break out across her flesh as I lean down for a kiss. Her nipples are hard, and I tweak one lightly. She stiffens, but doesn’t cry out.

“Good girl,” I rumble. I nuzzle into her neck and begin to trail my tongue down her collarbone.

As I move down, she thrusts her chest out, desperate for my mouth on her nipples. I kiss her breasts and outline her areolas with the tip of my tongue.

I tease her and she makes a muffled moan, clearly frustrated. Finally, when I pull a nipple into my mouth and started to suck, Emma’s whole body quivers and stiffens.

I work toward her other breast and she winds her fingers through my hair. I kiss down her stomach, getting on my knees. Emma starts to pant as I near the hemline of her panties.

I kiss her clit through the lacy material and she moans, on the edge of explosion already. When she looks down at the sight of my head between her legs, my big hands wrapped tight on her thighs, she lets out another muffled moan.

I chuckle.

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