But I know the way I feel about her is more than casual.
Thatshouldscare me off.
But I don’t care right now.
So for the first time since the Lucky Queen went down, I give in to my feelings of wanting something more for myself.
I cross the porch and take the seat beside Emery on the couch that faces the open fields and huge night sky.
I feel rather than see her suck in a breath.
“Enjoying yourself tonight?” I ask her.
Under the light of the porch, I watch as her blue eyes swirl with those violet and gray flecks. She fiddles with her ponytail for a moment, and I reach out and take her midnight hair dipped in red. I curl the ends of her hair around one finger and tug just enough to make her eyes go wide.
“Michael.” She says my name on a whisper.
“Let’s get out of here.” I reluctantly drop her ponytail in order to take her by the hand.
She stands up with me, and we say goodbye to everyone on our way to the unpaved road leading back to our cabins.
As we get further away from the gathering, any sounds of people talking and laughing disappear, and we’re met with near silence broken only by the occasional hoot of an owl or howl of a coyote.
“To answer your question,” she begins. “Yes. I enjoyed myself immensely tonight. Thank you for the invitation.”
“I’m glad you had a good time.”
“Did you enjoy it?” she asks me.
“I did,” I say honestly. “Even though we weren’t together the whole time, just knowing you were there with me made it a hell of a lot more fun.”
Okay, I didn’t plan to bethathonest. Even to myself.
Emery squeezes my hand. “What a sweet thing to say,” she murmurs.
We reach the stand of cabins where we’re staying. We stop just outside of hers.
“Do you want to come inside?” she asks me.
I lean down and kiss her. “Yes.”
Just like last night, we’re all over each other the second we’re inside the cabin.
Emery drags me toward the bedroom before I can fuck her up against the door. As soon as we’re inside her room, she pushes me onto the bed and straddles me.
“What do you want?” I ask her as I work to lift her dress up her body and over her head.
Her full breasts are popping out of her bra, and I reach behind to flick open her bra strap. She lets the straps fall off her shoulders, and I tug her flat to me so I can kiss her.
She moans as I work one taut nipple and then the other with my mouth.
“You’re far too good at that,” she murmurs when I flip us both over so I can drag her panties down her legs.
“Is that a compliment?” I ask with a grin. “It sounds like a backhanded one.”
She laughs, but the laugh turns to another moan when I put my mouth between her legs.
“Oh, God, Michael, you are completely spoiling me for anyone else.”
