My right hand touched the back of her right leg and moved between her legs, feeling her ever growing warmth.
As my fingertips felt fresh dampness, my left hand stroked my cock fully to life with one hard stroke.
I closed in on Emily and gently slapped my hard cock against her ass.
Her hands grabbed the sides of the bathroom sink. The toothbrush still in her mouth.
“I don’t think it’s so bad, do you?” I whispered.
She shook her head.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Em. Even when you’re brushing your teeth.”
I moved my right hand from between her legs to her inner thigh and opened her legs more. I bent my knees and my cock slid down her ass, seeking her perfect slit.
Her warmth comforted me.
And with one hard thrust, her body did the same.
I looked in the mirror at her face as she felt every thick inch of me inside her.
My hands grabbed her hips and pulled, making sure she was in the right position to keep feeling all of me.
She groaned and her toothbrush fell out of her mouth and into the sink.
She then thrust back.
Wanting more.
I had plenty to give.
Good. Fucking. Morning.
We walked next to each other, bumping shoulders, sex screaming all around us.
We were laughing, flirting, looking at each other, both wondering when we were going to be able to just jump at each other again.
Emily knocked on Miss Crabapple’s door.
I stepped back.
This was Emily. The amazingness of her heart.
Giving food to the homeless when she could. Doing all she could to help a woman dying of cancer. And she told me about that other girl - Buzzy. See, with Emily, she never figured out the line between giving and giving too much. But she was getting there. Her heart was too perfect to just stop caring like this.
Miss Crabapple opened the door and looked at me.
She touched her hair.
“Did you bring him for me?” Miss Crabapple asked. “I would have done my hair.”
“No, he’s all mine,” Emily said in a defiant voice.
That made me smile.
I’m all hers, huh?
“We brought you breakfast,” Emily said. “Liam cooked it.”
“Naked?” Miss Crabapple asked.
“Shirtless,” I said.
“You can’t deliver it shirtless?” Miss Crabapple asked.
“Next time,” I said with a wink.
“Do you need anything?” Emily asked.
“Just a little between the sheets time with your boyfriend,” Miss Crabapple said.
“What did you put in your coffee this morning?” Emily asked.
“And can I have some?” I asked.
“Only if I can have some first,” Miss Crabapple said.
I started to laugh.
She laughed.
Emily eventually laughed.
They hugged and Miss Crabapple shut the door.
Emily turned and looked at me. “Look what you do to women.”
“It’s not me,” I said.
“I’ve never heard her talk that wild before.”
“And think about it… I could have any woman I want and I choose you.”
Emily threw her hand out. “Hell no. I don’t play that game. You want me? I’m here. You want to throw it in my face that other women want to fuck you? Go fuck yourself.”
I moved her hand and scooped her up and kissed her. “I love when you stand up for yourself, Em.”
“This thing between us is…”
“I know,” I said. “There’s a few details here and there to work out. But I like telling you I love you and I like fucking you.”
“That’s good enough for now.”
“Not for forever?”
“Let me think about it.”
“I’ve waited this long, Em… I can keep waiting…”
She bit her lip and shut her eyes.
I kissed her forehead and put her back on her feet.
She smiled.
I’m suddenly starting to really think about the word ‘forever’ and what it meant with Emily…
“I don’t even have to ask,” Jackson said.
I managed to get somewhat of a decent lifting session in before Jackson started up on me.
To my right, Cole wiped his face with a towel.
He put his head back and took a deep breath.
“Just tell him everything, Liam,” Cole said.
“No need,” Jackson said. “I see it on his face and in his eyes. I know everything about you assholes. I can read you. That’s my gift, remember? Reading people.”
“Go read Cole,” I said. “He’s living the dream life.”
Cole grinned. “Just a little.”
“Bullshit over there,” Jackson said.
“Leave me out of your conversation,” Cole said.
“Whoa, what’s going on with you?” I asked.
“The boss man is facing some stiff temptation at the office,” Jackson said.
Cole shook his head. “Nobody can ever talk to you, can they?”
“I just speak the truth,” Jackson said.
“The truth,” Lincoln said as he walked toward us. “I want to hear the truth about you and Miranda, Liam.”
“I told you what happened.”
“She really sent the ring back?” Lincoln asked.
“She did.”
“Fuck yes,” Jackson said. “Leave her ass in Boston to pawk the caw…”
“Don’t try to do any accents, ever,” Cole said.
“And what accent are you doing now?” Jackson asked. “The boss who doesn’t want to bend the new secretary over his desk?”
“You want to get me in trouble here?” Cole asked. “Stop talking like that.”
“Relax,” I said. “Everything is kind of perfect right now.”
“Sure it is,” Jackson said. He grabbed my shoulder. “You’re getting solid pussy now.”
I slowly looked at him. “If you ever call Emily solid pussy again… or even mention her…”
Lincoln laughed in his deep voice. “Oh, man. You’re in love, Liam.”
“He always has been,” Jackson said.
“Can’t deny that,” Cole threw in.
“Whatever,” I said. “I’m happy. Fuck it.”
“You should have waited,” Lincoln said. “You could have come to my brother’s wedding. My future sister-in-law has some wild, hot friends. I’m looking through that guest list shaking my head. I might have to start early.”
“Early?” Cole asked.
Lincoln was rugged and tough. He almost had a cowboy look about him.
He grinned. “I’m thinking of starting near the bachelorette party. And see how many I can enjoy.”
“My man,” Jackson said. “Fuck, did Callie screw up my life with her perfect body and making me fall in love with her.”
“You sure you don’t want to join me, Liam?” Lincoln asked.
“Maybe you should,” Cole said.
“Why don’t you?” I asked Cole. “You’re the big, bad boss man now, right? You’ve got more money than all of us combined. You’re running your own company. You call all the shots. You can make the bridesmaids sign NDAs…”