“You can deny it all you want, Sweet Peach,” Emmett rasps in my ear. “But you belong to us now.”
“I don’t deny it,” I breathe, delirious with passion.
“You spoke the words,” he comments in a low rough baritone. “No retracting them later.”
Emmett snakes a hand beneath the top of my satin dress and kneads my nipple to a pebbled peak while expertly fondling my plump clit. His carnal touches send my emotions into a tailspin, amplifying all five of my senses tenfold. Time seems to stand still. I can actually taste our sexual fever on my tongue. It permeates the air, addictive and saccharine sweet. Suddenly, the floodgates open, expelling a gushing stream from my convulsing body.
“Oh God!” I scream as a stray tear escapes down my cheek.
Emmett shouts his own release, recklessly charging between my thighs at breakneck speed until he’s completely spent. He slumps against me, his galloping heartbeat vibrating through my trembling body. We stay ensconced in our blissful utopia for long minutes, neither of us uttering a word.
Emmett keeps a manacle hold on my hand like he doesn’t trust me not to take off down the street. Truth be told, making a break for it did cross my mind for a fleeting moment, but common sense reared its ugly head. I wouldn’t have gotten very far in these shoes without falling flat on my ass. I’m really caught in a pickle now. I should’ve told Emmett to stick it where the sun don’t shine when he demanded I go with him. The Wilder men are macho assholes and I’m sick of their caveman bullshit. To make matters a trillion times worse, I bumped into Pete on the way out and he made it abundantly clear that he and the others saw my live-action porno.They’re never going to let me live this down. That’s what I get for letting he-man fuck my brains out in the middle of a crowded nightclub. I glare at said he-man. I should kick him right in the shin.
“I thought you said it was close?” I gripe accusingly.
I need to sit down, my feet are beginning to chafe.
Emmett whirls around and seizes my mouth in a hard kiss, all tongue. “One more block, Sweet Peach.”
I lick my lips. Damn, that man could melt an iceberg in Antarctica. Ugh! He’s so freaking annoying. They all are.
“I can’t stay long.”Twenty minutes and then I’m gone.
“Who was that man you were talking to?” Emmett inquires, lugging me down the street once again. “We don’t share.”
“None of your damn business,” I quip haughtily. “Who do you think—”
He turns around and roughly seizes me between the thighs.
“Who. Is. He?” Emmett growls in my face.
“My ex-fiancé,” I yelp, quickly answering him.
His eyes dip to paper-thin slits. “Does he want you back?”
“No,” I respond. “He broke up with me.”
“Why?” Emmett asks somberly, his anger swiftly dissipating.
I laugh derisively. “He wanted toexperienceother women.”
“His loss, our gain,” Emmett states, placing a chaste kiss on my forehead.
We continue on our way, my head filled with a thousand and one thoughts. He seems so genuine, they all do. But I can’t risk another heartbreak—it would crush me. I already wasted seven years of my life banking on a happily ever after with Calvin and look where that’s gotten me. My biological clock is ticking double time. I want to be a wife and mother sooner rather than later. I have to do what’s best for me, bottom line.
“Here we are,” Emmett announces, pulling me into a quaint pizzeria. “They have the best deep-dish pizza in Brightwood.”
My steps falter, spotting Shepard and Beau sitting at a circular booth in the back corner. Both stand, shit-eating grins on their faces.
“What is this?” I hiss, trying unsuccessfully to twist my hand from his grip. “You didn’t say they would be here.”
“We’re just going to have a meal together,” he replies, hauling me forward. “No big deal.”
“It is a big deal,” I snap, dragging my feet. “You tricked me.”
“There’s our girl.” Beau gathers me in his arms and places a lingering kiss on my cheek. “You look good enough to eat.”
I gasp, feeling his thick erection prod my lower belly.
