Stolen Course(13)

“I’m not usually, but I just had a threesome with my roommates and it made me all emotional.”

“What the fuck, Emma?” I scream over the phone.

At the exact same time, she screams, “I knew it!” Damn, if she didn’t just trick me into blowing my own asshole cover, and it only serves to piss me off for real this time.

“What do you want, Emma? A pep talk about what a great sister you are? Because I am fresh out of those tonight. I’m glad to hear you got tag-teamed. Every woman deserves a good dick in the ass every now and again. But if that’s all you called for, I’m headed to bed.”

“Tell me why you got upset earlier when I told you I was going out with Hunter and Alex?”

“Oh Jesus Christ, Emma. What the fuck do I need to say to get off the phone right now?”

“The truth would work,” she says, annoyed. And guess what? It pisses me off even more that she has the balls to be annoyed with me. I didn’t call her at midnight. I barely even know this woman. Still, somehow I’m so attracted to her that I find myself trying to protect myself from her and what is sure to be a train wreck.

“Okay. The truth. Fine. You’re sexy as fuck, and I can’t stop thinking about drilling into that smartass mouth of yours. And after hearing about your little double-play action tonight, you can add your ass to that list too.”

“Wow. That really was honest,” she says, taken aback by my outburst.

“Great, I’m glad you approve. Now, I’m going to bed.”

“Caleb, wait.”

“Goodnight.” I hang up before I can say anything else I’ll fucking regret.

I stand in the center of the room for a few minutes just trying to catch my breath. I can’t believe I just said all of that to her. So much for not complicating things.

I lock up my workshop and barely make it back into the house before the phone chirps in my hand.



I just called tonight because I needed to talk to someone who understood the whole Sarah situation. I’m sorry if I bothered you. -Em



Great, now she’s texting. This woman is obviously not used to men ignoring her. I can definitely see why. She’s beautiful and I’m treating her like shit for no reason other than self-preservation. Why the hell do I feel guilty now? I let out a loud sigh before picking up my phone to text her back. I type out about twenty different replies but delete them all without sending.

What exactly do you say to a woman after you blow up and tell her you want to fuck her in the ass? I’m pretty sure that is the moment you just cut your losses and move on. But this isn’t just any woman. This is Emma, the person I promised to keep updated about Sarah until she can finally move up to Chicago. Before I have another chance to reply, my phone chirps again.



FYI: Now, would be a good time for you to apologize. If you don’t respond, I will just have to assume your silence is the Jones version of a profuse apology. :) -Em



As frustrated as I may feel, I can’t help but burst out laughing. It is almost one in the morning, but I’m off tomorrow, so I head to the fridge and crack open a beer. I toss the phone around in my hands for a few minutes, debating how to respond. But I knew what I was going to do as soon as I read her last text. I shake my head at myself and dial Emma’s number.

“Jesus, Caleb, do you always call people so late?” she says sarcastically when she answers.

“Not all people. Just the lucky ones.”

“Well I’ll consider myself very lucky tonight then.”

“Yeah, it sounds like you were really lucky tonight. Two guys, huh?” I try to lighten things a bit. I know she was just fucking with me, and I played right into her hand with my reaction.

“You know I didn’t really have a threesome tonight.” I can hear the smile in her voice.

“I know you didn’t.” I let out a guilty sigh. “I’m sorry.”

“Do you always act like a kindergartener when you like a girl?”

“Who said I like you?” I mock surprise.

Yeah, I gave myself away. She knows that I think she’s hot, but wanting to have sex with someone is very different than actually liking them. At least it is in my world. I’ve had sex with numerous women since Manda. Never once have I even thought twice about them though. That is until Emma ran into my life.

“You called back, didn’t you?”

Damn it, busted again! She’s right. I like her even though I know absolutely nothing about her. I need to remedy this without acting like a broody, sullen teenager. Who knows. Maybe I will be able to shake her once I get to know her a little better.

“What’s your favorite color, Emma Jane Erickson?”