"Oh." Relief floods her face, then suspicion creeps in. "Why didn't she call me?"
"Doesn't have your number memorized."
"Right." She's studying me now. Taking in my disheveled hair. My flushed face, the way I'm breathing harder than I should be. "Is she okay?"
"Yeah. She just popped to the bathroom. Come in, let me get her." I leave the door open, safer that way. "Your sister's here," I call out down the hall.
The door opens to the bathroom, and Joelle steps out. She's composed now, hair kind of smoothed down, face neutral. But I can still see it, the flush on her cheeks, the slight tremble in her hands, the way her lips are swollen from my kisses. We stare at each other, and the corridor feels too small, the air between us charged with everything we didn't get to finish.
Collette's eyes narrow when she sees Joelle in my hoodie. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Everything's fine." Joelle is not acting fine. "Like Emmett said, I stupidly locked myself out while taking the trash out."
Collette's eyes narrow on her sister. "Why are you in his hoodie?"
"Because I walked out in my PJs."
Collette clocks what her sister is saying. "That's nice of him."
"You can give it back later," I tell Joelle.
"I'll wash it and give it back as soon as I can."
Collette continues to look between the two of us. "What?" Joelle asks her sister.
"You're acting weird."
"No, I'm not."
"I told her that too." I smirk.
"Her social skills are not great. Thought they would have improved in London," Collette adds.
"Hey," Joelle says, offended. "We were talking about work. So, no socializing needed."
Collette looks at her sister, surprised. "Seriously?" She shakes her head.
"What?" Jo asks, looking confused.
"Thanks again, Cap. I'll take her off your hands," Collette says.
Little does she know her sister is still currently all over my hands.Fucking hell, Emmett, that was crude.
"I'm not that bad." Joelle moans to her sister.
"I know you're not," Collette says, placating her. "See ya tomorrow." She ushers her sister out of my apartment.
The door closes.
Silence.
I lean against the wall and close my eyes. What the fuck just happened? I almost had sex with Joelle, while she was wearing my hoodie. My teammate's sister. The team physio. This is bad. Really bad. I've crossed lines I told myself I would never. I bring my fingers to my mouth and lick them. I can still taste her. Fuck. My cock comes to life again, throbbing, angry, andneedy. I look down at the tenting in my sweats. I don't think. I don't even move to the bedroom. I don't have time, the need is overwhelming. Right fucking here, in the living room, where moments ago I had my fingers buried inside her, I shove my sweats down roughly, and my cock springs free. Thick and hard. I wrap my fist around myself and the relief is immediate.
"Fuck," I growl, stroking myself hard, fast. No finesse, just need.
All I can see is her, spread out on my couch, legs open, my hoodie pushed up, looking at me like she wanted to be devoured. The sounds she made when I touched her, little gasps, moans, whimpers. The way she was so fucking wet for me, dripping, ready. How tight she was around my fingers. How she clenched when she came. My grip tightens, pre-cum leaks from the tip, and I use it, stroking myself faster. Harder. All the while the fingers that were inside of her are held against my nose, breathing her on. I think about burying myself inside her again. How tight she'd be around my cock. Remembering how she felt all those months ago. The way she took me. All of me. Those hazel eyes rolled to the back of her head when my cock hit that place deep inside her.
"Fuck. Fuck." I'm grunting, almost animalistic, but I don't care. I think about flipping her over, bending her over the couch, pulling those tiny shorts down, and sinking into her from behind, seeing my name on her back while I fuck her, claiming her, marking her, making her scream. I'm close. So, fucking close. I stroke myself brutally. Chasing it. Thinking about her mouth. Her lips wrapped around my cock. Looking up at me while she takes me deep. Thinking about coming on her face, her tits, marking her everywhere.Mine.
