Bingo. That’s what he’s freaking out over.
“Nah. I snuck her in the back way.”
Emily hangs up her phone, beaming from ear to ear. “That was Kim. She’s so relieved. I bet my mom is pissed.” She says the last sentence with some giddiness, and Sam and I laugh.
Sam stabs a thumb at the door. “I’m going to get something to drink. I’ll be back.”
When the door snicks shut, Em walks right into my arms. “He doesn’t seem excited.”
I thread my fingers through her silky strands. “He’s worried about you getting caught in here.”
She wiggles her hips against my crotch. “I can’t blame him. I actually hate us sneaking in here. I worry about you and Sam. My mom would freak out for sure. Maybe we should tell my dad.”
I rear back. “Say what?”
She pokes my chest. “You heard me.”
I shake my head. Fuck no. Coach will string me up by my balls for dating his daughter and then cut off my dick for fucking his daughter. Not ready to go down that road.
She crosses her arms over her tits. “If he knows you rescued me, he’ll change his tune.”
I tug her to me. “I don’t share your confidence.”
She snorts. “I get it. You’re not ready.”
She’s not ready either. “Does your dad know about what Wes did to you?”
Fear freezes her in place. “No, but I’m going to tell him.” Determination washes over her features. “I’m not looking forward to that convo, but it has to happen.”
I agree.
She slides her hands up my abs and over my chest. “I want to resume playing with the pleasure machine.” She slants me a flirty look as her tongue darts out, wetting her lips.
As much as I want to slide my cock into her and finish what we started, Sam will walk through that door any minute. “We’ll have to take a rain check. Sam will be back any second.”
“Can’t blame a girl for trying.” She stretches up, planting a passionate kiss on my lips. She sighs dreamily as she pulls back. “I better get going,” she says, as a smile lights up her face. “I can’t wait to tell Scar and Zach. I’m sure they already heard though.”
“Most likely, it’s all over campus by now.” Serves the douche right. I fucking love karma. I lace my fingers with hers. “Come on, beautiful. I can maul you in the stairwell on our way out.” I know the perfect place to finish what we started.
She slaps a hand over her chest. “You say the most romantic things.” A giggle escapes her lips, and it’s becoming my most favorite sound in the whole world.
“Anything to please my girl,” I say, brushing my lips against hers as I pull her out of the room.
20
Emily
The sound of glass breaking greets my ears the second I enter my house. Frowning, I drop my bag and keys on the hall table, walking in the direction of the kitchen. Dad pokes his head out of the living room. “Princess, do you have a minute?”
“Sure.” I smooth my hair back, tucking it behind my ears, hoping Dad can’t spot the freshly fucked aura I’m sporting. “What’s going on?”
“I’m not quite sure.” He paces the polished hardwood floor, running a hand through his reddish-brown hair. “And I was hoping you might be able to help me out.”
All the tiny hairs stand to attention on the back of my neck as I sense where he’s leading. I sink onto the couch, sitting ramrod straight.
“Your mother has been locked in her study since she arrived home early today. All I know is she’s dealing with the fallout of Weston Blakely’s arrest, but she’s been throwing things around the room the last ten minutes, so whatever is going down isn’t good.”
“I suppose it’s too much to expect an apology from her.” I purse my lips, swallowing back bile.
