Me:On my way.
Liam:I hope you’re hungry.
Me:For cock? Definitely.
Liam:You’re horrible…
I laughed out loud like a dork and put my phone away.
When I pulled into Emery’s driveway, I was about to turn off my car when the garage door opened. I stared at it, confused. Then my phone rang.
“H-hello?”
“Park in the garage,” Emery said. “Just in case Ryan drives by and recognizes your car. I doubt he will, but as a precaution.”
“Okay.” I drove forward and parked beside his black Lexus. He drove an SUV that he kept parked in the driveway, so it was the first time I’d seen that one. “Goddamn you have a sexy car.”
“Is that a pickup line?” he asked with a raspy laugh. “Maybe I can take you for a ride sometime.”
“Nowthat’sa pickup line,” I said, getting out of my car and walking over to admire his.
The garage door closed, and the door leading into the house opened. I disconnected the call and turned to see Emery standing in the doorway, still wearing the suit from earlier minus the jacket. I ached to pull on his tie and unbutton his shirt as we made out against his car. It’d be so hot to fuck on the hood too.
“Hi,” I squeaked, snapping out of my daydream.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Mhm.” I walked toward him, not sure if I should greet him with a hug, a kiss, or nothing at all. I talked a big game over the phone, but in person, actually seeing Emery in all of his fucking sexy glory, well, my nerves kicked in.
Emery put a hand on my shoulder and leaned in to kiss my cheek before whispering in my ear, “It’s cute when you blush.”
“You would, too, if you were me. Have you seen yourself?”
“Have youseenyourself?” he asked, touching my jaw. “It’s taking all my self-control not to tear off your clothes right now.”
If I wasn’t blushing before, I totally was now.
A mouthwatering smell drifted to me from somewhere in the house as I followed him. Was he cooking? We passed the laundry room and went around the corner into the living room. As always, everything was in its place. No sign of disorder. His house looked like one from a magazine spread instead of one actually lived in. Instead of the overhead light, he’d turned on a few lamps which gave the place a relaxing vibe.
I was far from relaxed, though. My hormones were ramped up, as was my anxiety, and I felt like I’d spontaneously combust any moment.
“You can still change your mind,” Emery said, wrapping his arms around me from behind and placing his mouth to my ear.
“You sound as if youwantme to change my mind.”
“A part of me does, yes.” He turned me in his arms, and my breath hitched in my throat when I found myself so close to his face. A face that had starred in more fantasies than I cared to admit. “We can’t just screw and never see each other again. We’ll be forced back together each time Ryan brings you around. So before we start anything, we need to be in complete agreement to avoid any tension. I want you, but I can’t lie and say I wouldn’t be somewhat relieved to have you end this here and now.”
His words struck a chord with me.
“If it’s such a bother, why even do it?” I asked. “There are a lot of young guys who’d give their left nut to be in your bed. What’s so special about me? Why go to all this trouble?” The more I questioned it, the more confused I became. “I know whyIwant this. But why do you?”
“Because I don’t want you turning out like me.” Emery pulled away and threaded his fingers through his hair. “I didn’t have anyone to help me when I was questioning everything, and I’mstilldealing with the shit being in that dark place caused. I want to help you. I want you to feel comfortable exploring your sexuality without being ashamed or hurt.”
Not the answer I wanted. He made it sound like a chore.
“I’m just some pity case for you, then?” I asked, my excitement waning. “The pitiful little virgin who needs Daddy to hold his hand?”
“That’s not what I said.”
