Page 63 of Bad Behavior

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Jameson

Iwake up with the sun already in my face and Emma asleep on my arm. I feel bad even considering waking her up. After all, we were up until the early hours of the morning, fucking like a couple of teenagers. If I’m honest, it’s what we’ve been doing for a week straight. It’s starting to be kind of addictive, knowing I have a naked, writhing Emma waiting for me when I get off of work.

Still I have to wake her at some point. Today is Staff Appreciation Day at Cure, which basically means that the store is closed. Asher and I have been planning for months to take everybody to the beach for the day.

I haven’t spoken more than a handful of words with Asher in the last week, but I assume that is still the plan. I withdraw my arm from Emma’s embrace as stealthily as possible, but her lashes flutter.

“Hmmm?” she murmurs, still mostly asleep.

I get up and find my phone, checking it for messages from Asher. Sure enough, there is a text from him, going to the whole Cure crew.

Redemption Beach, 11 am. Just bring yourselves and your towels. I’ll bring the food, Jameson will bring the booze.

There’s no other contact, though. I check the recipients list, and find that Emma has been included. That saves me from an awkward conversation about what I’m doing today, I guess.

I head down to the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I get back, Emma is awake and sitting up. She is naked except for the blanket that she clutches to her chest. I see multiple tiny bruises on her neck and shoulders, which I’m ashamed to say are definitely from me.

“Hey,” I say, going into my bedroom and closing the door behind me.

She looks up from her phone with a sleepy smile. “Hi.”

“So today is staff appreciation day,” I say, coming around the bed to stand over her. I reach out for the blanket, and tug it down. She lets me do it, and I’m treated to a glimpse of her dusky pink nipple.

“Yeah, I got the text,” she says. She closes her eyes briefly, biting her lip when I shape her breast. When I pinch her nipple, she opens her gorgeous green eyes, surveying me. “It’s already ten. You’d better hurry if you’re going to actually bring drinks.”

I bend down and circle her pouty nipple with the tip of my tongue. She makes a mmmm sound, her hand trailing to my hair, exploring it lazily.

Then she opens her eyes, groaning as she pushes my head away. “I’m serious. You have stuff to do.”

I overpower her, kissing her lips for a second. Then I straighten back up. “You’re no fun at all.”

“You are going to be really bummed when I make you study for the GED later tonight.” She scoots off the bed and starts gathering her clothes. “I need to go home and shower and stuff before I head to the beach.”

I look at her naked ass as she pulls on panties. “Uh huh.”

She sees me looking, rolls her eyes, and throws a shirt at me. “What, you didn’t get enough last night?”

I catch her around the waist, cupping her chin and kissing her again. “Enough of you? I honestly don’t think that there is such a thing as enough.”

She smiles at me, but there is something a little sad in her eyes. “Good to know that you feel that way.”

She pushes away from me, and I let her go. As she hurries to pull on a t-shirt and shorts, I’m a little baffled as to what could be the problem.

“Hey, hey,” I say, pulling her into my arms again. “You’re going to have to tell me what you’re upset about. I’m not a mind reader.”

She wrinkles her nose. “We’ll talk later. You’re going to be super late.”

Emma pushes me away again, and this time I let her go. She opens the door and disappears, leaving me to wonder what the fuck she’s so upset about.

I hurry through getting dressed and gathering sun block, then get in the Jeep. After a quick stop at Cure to pick up all the essential items for drinking, I rush to Redemption Beach.

I pull into the parking lot at 11:05, just in time to see Emma and Asher disappearing down the narrow path that leads to the beach. They are carrying a ton of stuff. I honk at them as I drive by, and they both turn their heads at the same time.

When they quickly look forward again, I’m struck by how alike they look. For a minute there, I was so busy fucking Emma that I almost managed to forget that she is very much like Asher in looks.

I get out of my Jeep just as Gunnar pulls his bright blue Ford Mustang into the parking lot. Gunnar jumps out of his car and hustles over to help me with the several cases of booze, case of bottled water, and cooler full of ice that I drag out of the Jeep.

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