I suck in a breath, and if I wasn’t flushed in the face before, I definitely feel the heat hitting my cheeks now. “Um. It’s fine.”
As he withdraws a bit, he raises his voice. “Yeah, it’s me. I’ve got Echo with me.”
“She’s okay?”
“I think she’s better than okay, man.” And with that, he pushes himself deep inside me.
I moan. Loudly. Oh god. I cover my mouth with one hand, my eyes widening. Emory pulls back and thrusts again. And again. And again.
I cry out from the intensity of the rippling heat washing over me. “Fuck. Oh, fuck.” My body doesn’t stop. I keep coming, and much to my mortification, I let out another long, loud moan.
“Fuuck.” Emory strokes slowly into me, then stops with a full body shudder and collapses against me. From the way his ragged breaths fan over my cheek, I’m fairly certain he just came, too.
Benneti makes a strangled sound from the other side of the door. “Yep, I think she’s just fine. And I think you might be, too, you lucky fucker. Come find me when you’re done.”
I wait until the sound of footsteps fades away. My exhale flutters unsteadily over my lips. Emory lifts his head as he murmurs, “Are you okay? I didn’t realize you were that close to coming.” He laughs a bit. “Didn’t realize I was either.”
I bite my lip, my brows twitching upward in amusement. “Benneti did both of us in.”
“Yeah, you might be right,” he says with a slow smile. He clears his throat. “I guess we’d better rejoin the party.”
I give a quick nod, and he sets me on my feet, then disposes of the condom while I move in front of the mirror to pull myself back together. I totally look like I’ve been fucked six ways from Sunday. I adjust my shirt and tug my skirt back into place. There’s absolutely no hiding the pink in my cheeks or the dazed I-just-had-two-orgasms look in my eyes, so I’ll have to pretend I didn’t just have some really intense sex.
With nothing more to be done, in the reflection of the mirror, I watch Emory, especially the play of muscle in his back and the movement of the tattoos scattered across his skin as he bends to pick up his T-shirt off the floor. I find myself hugely disappointed when he pulls the shirt back over his head.
He comes up behind me and rests his hands on my shoulders. “I like the way we look together.”
I draw in a shuddering breath as our eyes connect in the reflection. “So do I.”
He squeezes my shoulders. “So, other than the bonfire, is this your first real frat party?”
I nod and pull a face. “Yes, this was the first.”
He chuckles, sliding his hands closer to my neck, his thumbs sweeping up and down my nape. “And what do you think of it?”
“It was pretty muchshit,I guess.” A laugh bubbles out of me, and I shrug. “I did like this last bit, though.”
“What did you like about it?” He gives me a good-natured smirk.
Staring at our reflection in the mirror, I find his eyes fucking mesmerizing. “You made me feel good. Turned my night around. And it didn’t hurt having Benneti show up like he did either.” I nibble on my lip. “Can I be honest?”
“Always.” His lips twitch, kinda like he has a secret.
“I was watching you guys earlier.”
He winks at me. “Yeah. I know you were. It turned me on knowing you were watching us.”
“It did? You knew?”
“We both had our eye on you from the second you walked into the room. Your presence is not something easily missed.”
“I—” My tongue darts out to wet my lips. “I wanted to watch you kiss again.”
“Yeah?” He waits, cocking his head to the side, almost as if he knows there’s more.
“I thought you were going to for a minute there.” I hesitate a beat before admitting the rest of my thoughts. “I also thought I might like to be in that girl’s place. Only if it were me, I wouldn’t have taken such a passive role.”
He turns me around and cups my cheeks. “You should have interrupted.” His teeth scrape over his bottom lip. “You know how we feel about you, right?”
