“Yes.” I breathed, and within two seconds, her fingers delved into my hair, her pink nails lightly scratching against my skull. My eyes closed, and I swore no touch ever felt this good.
“I don’t know how to feel, V. I’m confused. I want you. Those things you said…” The pressure in her fingers deepened to more of a massage, and my breaths kicked up. “I want them. You’re so amazing and are there for me more than anyone ever has been.” I opened my eyes and snatched her body to sit on my lap as she continued, “But this is complicated. You’re not supposed to be here. You’re from another time, and what if this has changed things already? Oh boy.”
I knew she felt the hard length beneath her ass. I wasn’t lying when I said I was big everywhere.
“I’m dying and living every time I’m around you.” She breathed and I inched closer, every nerve in my body telling me to reach out with my lips to the skin of her neck.
“I’m not supposed to be here.” My fingers dug into her hips as her grip twisted, pulling my hair just enough. Fuck! I should leave. Just help her up, ask for space, and transport right out of the apartment.
“You’re married.” Her forehead touched mine, and I heard the crack in her voice. We were breaking at the seams with no thread to pull us back together.
“I can’t do it anymore. She’s—” The sound of the front door opening caught us off guard. Emily hopped right off me and landed in her seat in seconds.
“I smell dinner. Better be good because my date sucked ass.” I assumed that was Emily’s sister walking in by the tone of the feminine voice.
“Dinner will be ready in ten. Chastine, this is my friend Vincent. Vincent, this is my sister.” Emily gestured between us with her hand. I remained sitting to keep my hard-on less obvious.
“Whatever.” The sister walked into the kitchen, and all lust in me died. In fact, bile rose up my throat, and I worried I’d puke on the floor.
“Whoa, you’re hot. Maybe my night isn’t so bad after all.” Emily’s sister walked closer. Those blue eyes I knew so well roamed over me. She liked what she saw—she always did. Her fingers reached out to touch my shoulder, and I sat there with my mouth open. Taking that as an invitation, she leaned down, lips to my ear, her brown hair brushing against my face.
“I know how to suck dick like a pro. If you want a better time than that miserable fish, I’ll be in the room down the hall on the right.” Her nails scraped against my arm as she walked by, wiggling her fingers at her sister in a mocking manner.
My body stayed in the chair, frozen, because my brain couldn’t process what just happened.
“I’m sorry. I don’t even know what just happened.” Emily tried to break the horribly awkward silence, but even I could see her eyes were wide. I sat there as her sister touched me and whispered about dick sucking in my ear. I said nothing. I didn’t move.
“I’ve got to go. I’m sorry.”
“Wait, V. Whatever she said, please don’t let it bother you.”
“Figured you’d chase him away.” The terrorist from down the hall stepped into the living room wearing a nightgown that wasn’t appropriate for company. I was in hell. That was the only explanation to the sheer torture and shooting pain in my chest.
“Chastine. Oh my god.”
“I told you yesterday to call me Chasity, you fucking slut.”
I wanted to be anywhere but here. Their shouting, the realization of who Emily’s sister was. My head hurt, and I felt faint. My lungs couldn’t keep up with the breaths needed.
“I’m sorry.” I glanced at Emily’s red face and fled. As soon as I was clear of eyes, I got the fuck out of this time.
Chapter Eighteen
Emily
V.
You don’t have to say anything else, just please let me know you’re ok.
E.
I folded the paper and tossed it into the mailbox with the other unseen ones. Vincent ran so fast, face so pale, it was as if he’d seen a ghost. I knew the look because I’d seen ghosts in person. I chased after him, but he’d already jumped time. Besides our little magical mailbox, I had no other way of checking on him.
I felt his distance in every breath, every step, and thought. He’d become the blood in my veins, and without him I felt cold.
“I figured I’d find you here. Get up, you’re coming with me.” Selene stepped up to the bench and thrust a hand forward.
“I miss him.”
