“Emery.” I wasn’t sure if it was a plea wanting more, or a plea for me to never do it again. Before I let him have time to figure it out, since I was probably already going to burn in hell, I pressed my lips to his again—this time with a bit more pressure and covering more of his mouth with my own.
A deep groan reverberated from Ryker’s chest as I gave what I wanted to take. I wanted more. To give this man more, and to take more from him.
Before I could deepen the kiss like I desperately wanted to, Ryker pulled back. A mixed look of need, desire, and wrongfulness filled his eyes.
Almost instantly, shame washed over me.
“Sorry.” I scrambled off his lap, tripping over one of his feet and both of my own in the process. Embarrassment filled my head up to the tips of my ears.
How could I have made such a fool of myself? Why was I so stupid?
“Emery?” Ryker called after me as I dashed into the house, keeping my head down. Trying with everything in me to keep my tears at bay, I even ignored Enzo.
Well, I tried to, anyhow.
Before I could get to the bedroom to lock myself away for all eternity, Enzo stepped into the pathway, blocking me.
“What did he do?”
I could only shake my head.
“Em?”
“Nothing.” My voice cracked. “I’m an idiot.” Could he let me go now?
I could feel Enzo’s fury at the other man go through me.
“He didn’t do anything, okay?” Again, my voice broke halfway through the words. “It’s my fault.”
“The hell it is.”
“Enzo…” I barely got the name past my lips before he pushed past me, marching out to where I had left Ryker.
Ryker
What the hell just happened?
My thoughts ran a hundred miles an hour as confusion set in. I was stuck out on the porch, pretty much frozen in my place.
Was it possible that Emery was only doing what he thought I wanted? Or was he trying to do what he felt like doing?
It wasn’t like I was going to run after him and ask. Before I could, I had to figure out what the hell was going through my head.
So many worries. So many freaking outcomes. So many things that could go wrong because of that single kiss.
It wasn’t much of anything. Something easy to be written off and never tried again. I could forget it ever happened, if that was what needed to be done.
That didn’t mean I wanted to forget it. I wanted more. Now that I’d had that small, teasing taste of Emery, I wanted so much more.
Logically, I knew I couldn’t. I refused to stand between Enzo and Emery. I would never risk their healing, or their happiness, for my own selfish needs and wants.
Before I could make a decision on what to do exactly, Enzo came storming towards me. His eyes were filled with fiery anger—more so than the first time we met.
It was my turn to watch him, wide eyed. My heart beat heavy in my chest for a completely different reason than just moments ago.
“What the fuck did you do?” he hissed, standing right in front of me. A speckle of spit landed on my cheek.
“Nothing.”
