She pulls away and stares down at the floor while sliding her hand along her inner thigh. “I….” She raises her hand and stares at her fingers. “I think I squirted. I had no idea that was even a real thing, but when you hit that spot while pressing down on me….” Her eyes roll upward. “Jesus, it was so hot.”
I lift her hand to my mouth and suck her fingers. “Delicious. We’ll have to try that again.” I wink at her and look down at the floor. Everything remains in shadows, but the floor is splattered with come. And not just mine. “We need to clean your mom’s floor.”
So much for the lemon-and-bleach smell, but damn it felt good to act like a horny teenager for once.
“Shit.” Her hands fly to her face in mortification as if she’s just now remembering where we are. “I’ll never be able to look at this room the same again.”
“Good.” I grip her face and kiss her until we both forget about the floor. And we don’t go home for another two hours.
Chapter Eighty-Eight
Emily
The hallway light from the restroom fades as I push back into the bar, the noise of Callahan’s rushing in around me.
Laughter. Glasses clinking. Music is low and steady.
I scan the room. Jake’s at the bar, already watching me. Something in me settles, and I go to him.
“Emily?”
I stop. Spencer. Of course. My stomach tightens. I’ve teased Jake about Spencer, but that's because he wasn't around. The last thing I want is trouble between us now that things are finally right.
“Hey,” he says, easy as ever. “You’re as beautiful as I remember.”
I give him a small, polite smile. “Hi, Spencer.”
No teasing. No flirting. Just kindness. He never mattered. Jake was always all I saw.
“How’ve you been?”
“Good. Busy.” A beat passes. Then another. There’s nothing else to say.
I glance past him. Jake is still there, watching. For a split second, I brace for it.... The interruption, the anger, the same distrust again.
But he doesn’t move. He just stands there, waiting. Letting me decide.
Something in me cracks open, fluttery, sharp, and raw. I don’t hesitate. I wave him over.
Jake’s gaze flicks to my lifted hand, then back to my face. He straightens and steps away from the bar, his movements steady and unhurried as he walks toward me.
Like he’s not afraid of what he’ll find when he gets here.
Spencer glances between us, something like understanding settling in his expression. “Well, this is already a better setup than last time.”
Jake stops beside me, close but not crowding. “That wasn’t on you. I handled that situation wrong.”
Spencer studies him for a second, then nods once.
“For what it’s worth,” he says, glancing at me before looking back at Jake. “Nothing ever happened. I took her home. She was completely hung up on you.”
“I know.” Jake tips his head toward Spencer. No hesitation. No edge. Just truth.
Spencer huffs a quiet laugh. “Good.” He straightens. “Glad you two figured it out.”
And then he’s gone. Just like that. No explosion. No wreckage left behind. Just gone.
I turn to Jake. He’s already looking at me, his eyes studying my face. He’s searching for something in my expression but not questioning me.
