Page 52 of Bad Behavior

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Jameson

Ifuck Emma three more times in the early hours of the morning, before I finally sleep a little. I didn’t intend to fall asleep in her bed, but I’ll admit to drowsing for a good couple of hours. After we fucked like a couple of horny teenagers, it was sort of inevitable.

When I wake up, I open my eyes to find Emma cuddled up against me. I look down at her sleeping face, and I have to take a breath. Emma is fucking gorgeous, not that I didn’t already know that.

Her dark hair is fanned out away from her face, her nose just a little upturned, with a spray of delicate freckles. Her eyes are closed, long lashes resting lightly on her cheeks. Even asleep, her pouty lips are seductive, pulling me toward her face. Her brow is furrowed, like she’s worried about something.

Looking down at her naked body, I can’t help my response. The gentle slope of her ribs, the rise of her hips. Her beautiful fucking tits. And christ, those legs… just looking at them makes me remember them wrapped around my body while I thrust my cock into that amazing pussy of hers over and over again. I get a hard-on, a full blown one.

I try my best not to wake her as I slip my arm out from where it supports her head, but she stirs. Opening her eyes a little, she fuzzily focuses on me as I get dressed.

“You’re going?” she asks softly, still mostly asleep.

Yeah, this is usually why I avoid sleeping over at a girl’s place. I don’t like answering all the questions that come after sex. In my experience, this is only the first of many questions to come. I sigh.

“Yeah,” I say, pulling my pants on. “I should get back to my place.”

“Mmm,” she says, yawning. “It is almost dawn.”

I give a look. “Yeah. I guess so.”

Emma sits up a little more, pulling a blanket over herself. “Well… um… thanks, I guess. I doubt that anyone has ever lost their virginity so… passionately.”

I freeze with my t-shirt halfway over my head. I definitely thought I heard her say virginity, but clearly I must be hearing things. I pull the shirt down over my head, frowning intensely at her.

“I’m sorry?”

She blushes. “I just mean… thanks for making my first time… special. You know, not in an alley, or whatever.”

I don’t surprise easily, but my mouth kind of hangs open for a second. I find it hard to speak. “I… I don’t…”

Her brows rise. “You didn’t… you’re saying you didn’t know?”

Jesus christ. Now the fact that I tried to have her in the alley behind Cure seems double extra trashy. I cringe as I think of how rough I was with her, every single time.

Fuck, is she thanking me as some sort of joke at my expense? I honestly don’t even know.

“You could have told me,” I grit out, grabbing my leather jacket off the floor. “Warned me, or whatever.”

“I didn’t think… I mean, I thought—” she stammers.

Fuck, Asher’s going to kill me. If he wasn’t going to before, he’s definitely going to now. And what am I supposed to do with Emma now that I’ve taken her v card?

I know that I’m expected to do more than just leave her here, but it’s too much pressure. I can’t think like this. I have to get the fuck out of here, now.

“Whatever.” I open her door, rushing out. Yeah, I’m that much of a coward. I leave without another word.

“Wait, Jameson…” she calls after me.

But I’m gone. I turn the corner, open her front door, and slam it behind me. I’m pissed, but not at Emma. I’m furious with myself, mostly. And a little with Asher, for good measure.

In the early light of dawn, I get outside of Emma’s house and stomp over to my Jeep. I get in, but I don’t start the car. I just sit for a minute, staring at the little bungalow. The sun is creeping up to the treetops, warming up the ancient blue paint on the eaves and casting long shadows across the sandy lawn.

For the life of me, I can’t forget the look on her face when she told me I was her first. What the hell was I supposed to say to that?

Is it really possible to believe that I took Emma’s virginity? I try to think back, to remember any serious boyfriends she’s had… but I come up with nothing. As far as I can remember, she hasn’t had a real relationship… ever.

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