"Fuck. Joelle. Fuck." My release hits like a freight train, and I come hard. My vision whites out, cum spurts over my fist, hitting the floor as my whole body shakes with it. I keepstroking, drawing it out, milking every last drop until I'm empty and gasping. My knees nearly give out. I stand there, breathing like I just finished a game, with my hand covered in stickiness, cock still twitching. I stare at the couch, at the cushion where her head was, where she came apart for me.
One time.
Fucking bullshit.
Because I'm already hard again just thinking about it. Already desperate for more.I need her.
I'm so fucked.
18
JOELLE
We're barely out of Emmett's apartment when Collette rounds on me.
"Okay, what the hell was that?"
"What was what?" I say as I walk faster toward our door, my heart still racing, my body still humming from Emmett's expert fingers.
"That." She gestures back toward Emmett's place. "The weird tension. The fact that you're wearing his hoodie."
"I told you. I got locked out with no bra on. He was being a gentleman."
She unlocks our door and holds it open for me, her eyes narrowing on me. "What did you do while you waited for me?"
I step inside and reluctantly pull off the hoodie and try not to think about how it smells like him. "We were watching hockey highlights. And he was telling me about the team. What injuries they have. What bothers them that they might not feel comfortable telling me tomorrow."
"Uh-huh." She closes the door behind us. "And that's why you look like you just ran a marathon when I arrived."
I set the hoodie on the counter, my lips feel swollen. Raw. "I'm jet lagged."
"Nice try." She moves to the couch and sits down, crossing her arms. "I've known you your entire life. Don't bullshit me."
My throat tightens as I stay standing. I can't sit, I have too much nervous energy coursing through me. "I'm not."
"Your hair is a mess. Your lips are swollen. And you're acting weird as hell."
My hand flies to my hair automatically, trying to smooth it again.
"Something happened between you and Emmett. Now I'm not here to judge you. Emmett is a good-looking guy, but ..."
"It's nothing."
"Jo." Her voice softens. "Did something happen with Emmett?"
"Nooooo ..." I say the word slowly as tears begin to well in my eyes.
Collette's brows pull together, she sees me having the start of a breakdown and stands. She walks over and pulls me into a hug, which surprises me. "Your secrets are safe with me." I force myself to look at her. My sister. My best friend. "Jo, if he did something to you ..."
I gasp. "No. No, he didn't. He wouldn't." My voice breaks completely. "I swear. He didn't do anything I didn't want."
Her eyes widen. Now it's her turn to gasp. "Oh my god."
"What?"
"You did hook up with him. You sneaky bitch. He didn't do anything I didn't want." She mimics me.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
