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by Pamela Ann


  I just might if you could get me hard. But once I did, Emma would find out. Did I even care if she did?

  Was Emma enjoying herself tonight, underneath that man? I groaned, fuck she was killing me. I rubbed my chest to somewhat ease the ache I was feeling, but it wouldn’t go away.

  Amanda pouted when I didn’t respond to her. “Still hung up on Emma? She doesn’t deserve you, Carter.” She moved away from her seat and sat next to me. Leaning over with exaggeration, she gave me a good vantage point of her creamy breasts.

  It was actually the other way around. I didn’t deserve Emma. She was sweet and understanding, strong willed and beautiful. She was a lot of things, but she didn’t seem to realize it—which made her even more appealing.

  Amanda, still not wavering from her seduction, took down the top part of her dress, exposing her large boobs in my face.

  How far would this horny bitch go? I thought with amusement.

  Adamant, she grabbed my hand and placed it on her right breast. “You want me to feel your breast, Amanda?” I asked with boredom.

  “Fuck, Carter! I didn’t expect you to be so fucking boring! Are you fucking in love with Emma?” she screeched as she grabbed my cock and started to rub it.

  Fuck!

  Love?

  ME?

  Emma?

  Was this love—the constant, never ending thought of her? You’d think at night I would get a damn break from thinking about her, but the nights were more torturous because sleep would evade me, leaving me with my fucking memories of her.

  FUCK! This was not good.

  I swore I would never love. I would never be like my father. NEVER!

  I made an agonizing groan as the realization hit me. I was in love with Emma. All this time, I loved her and I was fucking in denial—and now she was off with another man.

  Amanda took my groaning as a good sign and slipped her hand inside my jeans. When her hand stroked my dick, I started to get aroused. Shit! Not good, boy.

  “There it is! I’ve woken the sleeping giant!” she declared giddily. “Baby, your cock is going to feel so good inside me.” Her other hand had my jeans off in an instant, my boxers not far behind.

  “Amanda, no…” my weak plea faltered as her mouth sucked me, hard.

  Damn, she’s fucking good, too.

  Let her suck you some more and that will be it. Do you want a quick nut or do you want Emma? Conscience was pounding on my mind as my cock pounded against Amanda’s throat.

  Emma…

  I wanted her so much it hurts. It was a deep ache that was hard to get rid of.

  Then what the fuck are you waiting for, you fool? As much as I loved getting my dick worked over by a talented sucker and tongue-twister, I loved Emma more. I didn’t know how I did it, but I managed to get Amanda off my goods and left the room without a backward glance.

  No more of this shit.

  I wanted my girl back, I declared with certainty.

  If I had to go all out to get her, then so be it. I was past caring if I had rules before because they’re all broken now. Emma was breaking me, so I had to free myself and ride with the tide. Hopefully, it wouldn’t drown me with it.

  So This Is What Jealousy Feels Like? I Hate It.

  We were going to spend the weekend in Tahoe to celebrate our win. When Lindsey called, telling me that Emma was coming, I suddenly became nervous, but at the same time, I knew that this was my only chance to win her back, so I better prepare myself.

  So here I was, inside my SUV while we waited for Emma to come and head out with the rest of us in separate vehicles to party in our family’s cabin at Lake Tahoe.

  My heart skipped a beat when I saw Emma emerge, looking more gorgeous than she ever should. She frowned, glancing at the cars, possibly trying to come up with an excuse to ride with other people. Like hell she was. Everyone knew that I wanted Emma to ride with me.

  When our eyes met, she blushed and looked down before walking towards me. “Sorry, I ran a little longer,” Emma apologized as she opened the door.

  I exhaled loudly once I was out of the car, rounding towards where she was standing on the opposite side and took hold of her purse without speaking to her.

  “Thank you,” she said kindly as I went to the back of the SUV and shoved it in the trunk.

  I wasn’t trying to be a dick by not speaking to her, but at this point, I had to prepare myself to be around her again. Shit, I was nervous and excited just being near her. It was crazy sad, but I was happy for this small blessing.

  After four hours of a completely silent ride, I knew some serious stuff was brewing in the back. I was trying to engage Brody or Cooper to talk, but neither of them were speaking. After several attempts, I decided to ignore the people in the back and cranked the music up to fill the silence. I just wanted to enjoy Emma’s presence next to me even if we weren’t speaking to each other.

  The little joy I deluded myself in, departed the second Emma’s phone vibrated on the side door, where she’d put it when she got in, nestled on the door handle.

  It didn’t take a genius to know who sent that stupid message when I saw her grin like a gushing schoolgirl. Fucking Bass Cole. Why don’t you just drop dead? Better yet, why didn’t he go fuck more of those models he enjoyed so much and leave my woman alone?

  I flicked a glance towards Emma; her amused smile toyed with my insanity as she typed her reply.

  Shit, I tried to be nice. Really, I tried, but when she kept grinning like that and the stupid phone kept going without a break, I just lost my shit.

  Out of nowhere, I snatched the phone out of her hands and shoved it in my pocket for safekeeping. At this point, I knew I was acting like an angry bear with a sore head, but fuck it. I didn’t want Bass Cole to fuck with my weekend, the only opportunity I had to get my Emma back.

  “Give it back!” the star-struck woman of mine furiously demanded.

  Not happening, baby. Not until you’re mine again. “No.” I pressed my lips together in a straight line, clearly determined and not budging an inch at her shrieking voice.

  “Give Emma her phone back, Carter! Stop being such a tool!” Lindsey chimed in, trying to help her friend out.

  That pushed me to lash out at Emma. “Do you honestly think I’m going to sit here idly while you talk to another guy, Emma? Try to be a little sensitive here. I’m trying to drive, but I can’t help being distracted when you smile stupidly at his messages. I fucking hate it!”

  I hated it, but that was only half of what I was feeling, what I had gone through ever since you declared that you were going to break up with me.

  “I apologize, that was rude of me. Can I have my phone back now?” She made a half-ass apology.

  Try harder, baby, I silently mused. The thought of kissing her and touching her in places I had dreamt for days, made me throb. Take it easy, man. Don’t rush it and mess up your chance to be with her.

  Acting like a dick again, I didn’t look at her. “No.” My eyes were stuck on the road, not wanting to glance at the beautiful woman next to me.

  “What the fuck, Carter!” she screeched at me, quickly losing her temper.

  Good, now we’re in the same boat. Angry. Frustrated and in good need of release—steam and all.

  Don’t You See That I’m Desperate Here?

  “Finally! My butt is killing me! I hate long car rides! They’re the most uncomfortable things, like, ever!” Lindsey declared as I parked right outside the cabin that my family’s owned for a few generations now.

  I grew up here and it held great memories of my father, one of which being when he taught me how to fish. These were back in the good old days, before my mother decided to be a selfish bitch and started her affairs, hopping from one man to the next until my father was irrevocably destroyed. It was disconcerting to see my father; a good man, who was unfortunate enough to fall for a woman like my mother be so negatively affected by her indiscretions. I suppose she wasn’t ready to have a family, let alone be or ac
t like a mother to us. She was just that—selfish.

  It was almost eight at night and the long drive should have exhausted me, but I was more energized because Emma was around me.

  Looking around, I saw Lindsey walking towards Amber’s SUV, but I called her out, stopping her midway. “Hey, Lindsey! I need to talk to you for a minute.”

  “Sure, what’s up?” She walked back towards me before I pulled her to the side, making sure no one was around to eavesdrop on our conversation.

  From the corner of my eye, I could see Cooper trying to help Emma with her stuff. “We don’t have any available room for Emma,” I voiced out my thoughts, trying to read Lindsey’s reaction, hoping that she wouldn’t freak out with where I was going here.

  “Hold up, why didn’t you tell me this before I asked her to begin with?”

  For this very reason, of course. “She could sleep in mine, that is… well… if you’re okay with her rooming with Russo and Jacobson.” Over my dead body. I wasn’t going to let that happen, but I needed my sister to see where this conversation was going.

  “Hell no! You can always give her your room, you know? Or, you could give her the bed and you could sleep on the couch. That makes sense.”

  Not happening in this lifetime, either. “I’ll figure it out.” I acted all stressed out about Emma’s sleeping arrangement, but I already knew where she was sleeping, next to me.

  Like it was going to happen any other way. I wanted that blonde beauty back and I planned to make her mine before this trip was over.

  Bass Cole and the Hollywood glamour and trappings can all go back to hell. He’s fucking with the wrong guy here. His stupid fame, nor his arrogance, sure as hell didn’t intimidate me.

  ~CM~

  The crisp autumn air and the smell of fall were floating in the air. The guys from the team were all busy fucking around with girls while I watched in amusement, drinking my beer, counting down the time until Emma wants to go to bed, my bed to be precise.

  “Who’s up for some hot tub?” Brody asked everyone.

  A few girls hollered at him before Amber came out of nowhere, dressed in some slinky, super tiny black and white polka-dot bikini. “Back off bitches!” she hissed at the trio. I heard them muttering some colorful names before they headed towards the lake and got distracted by the bonfire and found other men to entertain them.

  “What the hell? Do you have to be so rude, Amber?” Brody glared at her before turning to me, asking me to join them.

  “Sure, give me a sec.” I was pulling my shirt off when I heard a woman whistle from somewhere.

  Spinning around, I found Amanda and Cece gawking at my exposed upper body. “Take more off, please! We’re loving the show,” Amanda purred, licking her lips.

  Amber snorted in disgust. “Stop being such a desperate hussy, Amanda. If your vagina is itchy, go find another jock out there.” She pointed towards the lake where some of the guys we knew that played in other sports were partying with overblown speakers. “Make sure to tell them Amber sent you and you’re highly recommended,” she continued, scathingly, before Amanda threw her a disgusted look, huffing and pulling Cece’s hand with her as they darted towards the lake.

  Brody frowned, glancing at Amber like she was another person. “Jesus, Amber, will you calm your ass down?”

  “What? That bitch needs to be set in her place. I’m not deaf. I know she’s after Carter. Since you both already nailed Cece, Amanda needed to be warned off.”

  “Hey! I had her without Brody there, to clear the air.” There were rumors that we sandwiched Cece. It didn’t bother me, but hell; I’d rather just get it out there. All of the threesomes I had were with women—sisters, cousins, best friends, teachers, my aunt’s friends and identical twins. “It was Cooper and Brody that did it, not me.”

  Brody threw me a look like I really should shut my mouth before -I got hurt. Amber looked perplexed. She was looking at Brody in a strange manner, almost hurt even, but why? Brody sure as hell wasn’t an angel, but he was good man. Even good men get tempted too, especially when you grow up with raging hormones and Cece all out there with her body. It was understandable to men, but women were a different matter.

  Amber stood up, glaring at Brody then at me. “You guys are such manwhores! Good thing Emma’s not with you and Lindsey should just dump Cooper and find another man like Bass Cole,” she muttered, leaving the tub and heading inside the cabin.

  “The fuck’s up with her? That was harsh and Amber didn’t do harsh unless she was pissed off. What the hell did you do?” I questioned Brody. He was just as shocked, like he didn’t know how to respond to my question.

  “I—I didn’t do anything,” he wondered out loud.

  We grew up with Amber so I knew she had a little crush on Brody, even though I didn’t say that out loud. Now that I think about it, was it possible that something happened between them? Most of the girls are closer to Brody since he was much more approachable and more friendly, compared to me. Okay, I was a dick most of the time… all right, maybe all the time. Now I’m more curious if my sidekick did something about that little crush of hers.

  “You didn’t do it, right, Thompson?”

  Brody cleared his throat, head shaking, ears reddening. “Shit,” he muttered.

  Fuck, my sister was going to burn them alive if she found out. Her friendship with Amber, I hoped, wouldn’t suffer if that day came. “She’s almost like our sister, man. What the fuck!”

  “You’re saying that because you have a sister and they grew up with her, but I don’t have one. And I sure as hell didn’t see your sister like that!” he groaned, looking around just to make sure no one was around before he started talking again. “We were both drunk and Amber was hella clingy. I knew she always liked me, man, but she was telling me that she was suicidal and needed me to help her feel better. She was cutting—”

  “Shit, Thompson. Lindsey’s going to flip, man. You’d do well to back the hell off this second because she won’t ever forgive your ass now—not even when you tell her that you did it because you were feeling obligated—or was it more than that?”

  “It was only that one time. Fuuuuck!” he hissed, getting out of the tub while I leaned against the outside of it, still in my jeans, wondering how the hell he was going to come out of this shithole he’d dug without hurting someone, my sister especially.

  “Where you going?”

  Brody ran his hand over his wet hair, muttering some cuss words. “To talk to your sister. I better try to explain myself before she starts thinking I’m just messing with her.”

  Lindsey wasn’t a forgiving person. Everyone who knew her, knew that. I didn’t know why Brody was still willing to try. “She’s going to bite your head off.”

  “I know,” he murmured before stomping inside, head down.

  I See You Watching Me

  It’s been three hours since we arrived and everyone seemed to have the same goal–to get plastered, get laid and pass out.

  I was on my way to the kitchen when I heard Emma’s voice coming out of the hall, screeching. “What do you mean? You dragged me here! Now, who do I have to room with?”

  “You have to ask Carter and the boys. They’re the ones that arranged it,” Lindsey responded in a laid back manner, supposedly trying to calm Emma down.

  Acting all normal and not at all devious, I strolled into the kitchen with nothing but a pair of jeans on. The second Emma noticed I walked in, I knew she was checking me out. I felt her hungry gaze on me and, I wasn’t going to lie, her heated stare was turning me on.

  “Oh, great, man! Emma wants to turn in. Can you show her to her room?” Brody asked, slightly on the edge.

  Guess he was still planning to tell my sister after all. I gave him a nod of understanding. Brody needed my help and I was more than willing to take Emma away and tuck her into bed. “You’re ready to sleep? It’s still early.” My dark gaze landed on the blonde bombshell, my eyes burning holes right inside her, making her hypera
ware that I wanted her.

  Emma looked perturbed. “No. I want to sleep. I’m exhausted.”

  It was a good thing really. I didn’t want her around drunk men. I’d rather have her upstairs, sleeping soundly and safely. “Okay, then. Let me show you to your room.”

  We exited the kitchen and I climbed up the wooden stairs while Emma followed silently behind me. The cabin was huge and Emma could’ve easily gotten lost by the time we got to the second floor. There were three wide carpeted hallways that were adorned with black and white abstract paintings; a striking contrast amongst the woodsy theme.

  I turned to my right before making another turn and straight through the long hallway towards my bedroom. Stopping at the two large, dark-wooden doors, I faced her. My eyes slowly dropped to her lips before looking straight into her eyes. “Here you are, Emma,” I said, opening the doors and ushering her into a massive room with a fireplace, a king-sized bed, and a large lounge area with a bay window that overlooked the lake.

  Emma strode in, taking in the room around her. Awe glassed her eyes before she spun around to face me, frowning when she saw me standing in the middle of the room, observing her.

  “Can I have my phone back?” she carefully asked.

  Not tonight, not until you’re mine again, I silently vowed, looking at her, loving her from here. Did she know that I was in love with her? Probably not, but tonight wasn’t the time to tell her either.

  Pulling out her phone from my front pocket, I dangled it before me. “You mean this?”

  She licked her lips, coveting the sight of her phone, a mere reach away. “Yes. Can you hand it to me now?”

  “No. I’ll give this back to you once you set foot back in Santa Barbara. For the time being, though, you’re phone free.” There, that was a decently fucked-up deal, but that’s all I could offer. If being a dick for a little bit longer was going to help me gain her back, then I was going to do it.

 

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