“Nothing,” I huffed taking another guzzle from my beer. I snarled then looked back up at him, wondering how to get Emmy as easy as Cam got Nat. It wasn’t like it was all that easy for Cam, but I felt like it was impossible for me to catch Emmy. Something about the distance and her being as independent as Nat describes? I was tempted to tie her to my bed to keep her in Seattle. There had to be a way.
“Fuck. It’s her, man. I got really hung up on her from one encounter, but according to Natalie, she really didn’t remember me or even ask about me,” I vented, feeling like having myself a pity fucking party.
“She was busy that day…excitement…She’ll fall for you.” Cam gave me a pep talk, but I wasn’t paying attention. I missed most of it as I tore off the label on the bottle.
I turned to him with a needy-ass question. I wanted to kick my own ass for being a big pussy, but I had to ask. “Do you know if she’s bringing a date?”
Since I wanted this answer, I was sitting at attention. “No, she’s coming alone. Nat did tell me that Emmy isn’t dating anyone.” It gave me some hope that I could get her where I wanted her. “Bro, just get some sleep. You need to be at your best.”
He was right, so I got up and dumped the rest of my beer, then asked, “How did you handle it?”
“The first time was easy, though, at the time, I didn’t think so. I learned everything I could and didn’t give her a choice about us. We were together, and that was it.”
I remembered when he came back from visiting Van. He was so damn happy that I didn’t think it was possible. Then it all went to hell when he crashed and ended up hiding his injuries from her.
“I hope she doesn’t ever put me through a second one.” I didn’t want Emmy to leave me once I had her here.
“Me, too. It isn’t nice at all,” Cam sighed before leaving the kitchen. I followed after tossing out the trash and turning off the lights. I walked into my room and looked at my king-sized bed wondering what it would be like to have her lying there waiting for me when I got home from work. Just imagining her in my bed got me hard as hell. A cold shower was what I needed.
The spray hit my body full force. It was freezing but did little to cool my desire. I was about to get hypothermia when I decided to call a stop to this nonsense. Switching the knob to the hot side, I let the warm water heat me back up.
Grabbing my cock in my hand, I gave it a long stroke to warm him up. Visions of Emmy in my head went straight to my balls. Natalie was kind enough to leave her phone out one day, so I texted myself a picture of Emmy and looked at it every time I thought of her, which included moments like this when I was in the shower with a super hard cock.
The water beaded lazily down my chest and I imagined it was her hands caressing me, setting it ablaze with her touch. Grunting, I gripped myself harder trying to calm the tidal wave of feelings that coursed straight up my spine. She had that effect on me. I was ready to come just from the thought of her wanting me. Sliding my fingers up and down my shaft, I thought about her falling to her knees and parting her lips. She would be stroking me with one hand while the other tested the weight of my balls before sucking on them. Visualizing her tongue licking the head before sliding her mouth over it was too much.
“Ah,” I moaned, seeing her taking me in deep sent me over the edge. My cum sprayed the shower wall and my hand. Looking at the mess I made, I laughed. My days of jerking off were over. I’d make sure of that.
Chapter Four
I saw the doors open from out of the corner of my eye, and it was her. I jumped out of my truck half in rage and half in desire. She was wearing a short pink sundress, open-backed with black straps crisscrossing down her spine. The skirt flowed so well on her that I wanted to growl. It was the kind that swayed when she moved and on anyone else, it would look cute. On her, she looked stunningly beautiful. Her curly blonde hair was down and around her face. Emmy had on six-inch heels that I wanted her to wear in bed— and only them. She was pulling her suitcase and garment bag along. I could see her funky bracelets on her wrists and it turned me on.
When my eyes finally made it to her face, I saw that she’d been doing her own appraisal. I hope she liked what she saw. Fuck, I was more pathetic than my brother. She gave me an appreciative downward glance and blushed. I looked down to see my dick was also anxious to see her.
It was too much for me. “Hello, Emmy.” I pulled her into my arms like we knew each other for forever. She felt better than I’d envisioned during every dirty thought of her. My dick was so hard that I knew not only could she see it but feel it, too.