taking you up against this door.”
He’d said it that way before. He hadn’t said, I’m not doing you up against this door or I’m not going to fuck you up against this door . It was take you . She wondered if the word choice meant anything. She also wondered why it made her panties so much wetter than the other ways of saying it.
“Fine. But there are a lot of doors in the world, Nate.”
He sighed. It was a familiar sound. “How about we get outside of this one? I think that would help a lot of things.”
Ha. He wasn’t immune. But she’d play this his way. For now.
Emma cracked the door and looked around, then stepped through, straightened her top and skirt and headed for the kitchen. She trusted that Nate would get out of the house without causing any trouble.
Stepping into the kitchen she worked on looking sick and put a hand over her stomach. “Hey, can you help me?” The guys standing beside the keg talking, turned. “I need to talk to Shannon. I don’t feel so good.”
One of the guys looked alarmed. “Girl, don’t you puke in here.” He steered her toward the sink.
“I need to talk to Shannon.”
The other guy in the kitchen yanked the back door open and yelled, “Shannon! Come here!”
“What do you want?” Emma heard Michael call back.
“She’s got a friend in here who’s about to hurl.”
There was a pause, then Shannon said, “I do?”
Emma almost grinned at that. Shannon was going to be shocked to see her.
“Come on!” the guy insisted. “Get her out of here. She’s had too much to drink or something.”
Emma groaned. “I think so too. I shouldn’t have done that last shot of tequila.”
The guy next to her handed her a glass of water. “You shouldn’t mix tequila and beer.”
Yep, that was a good life lesson right there. That she could have taught him five years ago.
Shannon came into the kitchen from the backyard. She stared at her mom’s best friend. “ Emma ?”
Emma gave her a barely-there shake of her head, then groaned again. “I don’t feel so good.”
Shannon was very bright and she and Emma were close. Shannon would trust her and play along without question. At least until she could get some answers about what was going on. “Yeah, you don’t look so good.”
Emma frowned at her when the guys weren’t looking. Shannon gave her a grin. Emma looked great and she knew it.
Shannon put an arm around Emma’s shoulders and steered her out of the kitchen. Michael had stepped into the house and of course, noticed Emma right away. But he didn’t say anything. Shannon gave him a wink and he shrugged and went for the fridge, pulling out a soda and leaning back against the counter, seemingly to make chit chat with the other guys in the room. Emma knew it was to keep an eye on Shannon and to see what was up.
Shannon led Emma through the hallway, past the closet where she and Nate had been minutes before and Emma’s whole body flushed just walking by the door. That guy had…something.
Something she wanted.
They finally stopped at a tiny bathroom and Shannon pushed her inside. “What are you doing here?” she asked as she shut the door.
Emma straightened from her my-stomach’s-killing-me position and looked in the mirror over the sink. She messed with her hair and noted that her lipstick was completely gone. It was on Nate, as a matter of fact. She blushed and turned away from the mirror, concentrating on Shannon. “Nate’s here and he’s pissed.”
“He’s here ? What do you mean?”
“He’s outside.”
Shannon frowned. “He’s been calling all night.”
Emma nodded. “And if Michael had picked up, even once, his dad wouldn’t be outside casing the joint.”
Shannon crossed her arms. “That’s not normal, you know.”
Emma had to agree. And yet, she got where Nate was coming from. “Listen, he’s concerned and Michael’s not handling it well.”
“Isn’t it normal to want to go out with your girlfriend?”
“Of course.
He’d said it that way before. He hadn’t said, I’m not doing you up against this door or I’m not going to fuck you up against this door . It was take you . She wondered if the word choice meant anything. She also wondered why it made her panties so much wetter than the other ways of saying it.
“Fine. But there are a lot of doors in the world, Nate.”
He sighed. It was a familiar sound. “How about we get outside of this one? I think that would help a lot of things.”
Ha. He wasn’t immune. But she’d play this his way. For now.
Emma cracked the door and looked around, then stepped through, straightened her top and skirt and headed for the kitchen. She trusted that Nate would get out of the house without causing any trouble.
Stepping into the kitchen she worked on looking sick and put a hand over her stomach. “Hey, can you help me?” The guys standing beside the keg talking, turned. “I need to talk to Shannon. I don’t feel so good.”
One of the guys looked alarmed. “Girl, don’t you puke in here.” He steered her toward the sink.
“I need to talk to Shannon.”
The other guy in the kitchen yanked the back door open and yelled, “Shannon! Come here!”
“What do you want?” Emma heard Michael call back.
“She’s got a friend in here who’s about to hurl.”
There was a pause, then Shannon said, “I do?”
Emma almost grinned at that. Shannon was going to be shocked to see her.
“Come on!” the guy insisted. “Get her out of here. She’s had too much to drink or something.”
Emma groaned. “I think so too. I shouldn’t have done that last shot of tequila.”
The guy next to her handed her a glass of water. “You shouldn’t mix tequila and beer.”
Yep, that was a good life lesson right there. That she could have taught him five years ago.
Shannon came into the kitchen from the backyard. She stared at her mom’s best friend. “ Emma ?”
Emma gave her a barely-there shake of her head, then groaned again. “I don’t feel so good.”
Shannon was very bright and she and Emma were close. Shannon would trust her and play along without question. At least until she could get some answers about what was going on. “Yeah, you don’t look so good.”
Emma frowned at her when the guys weren’t looking. Shannon gave her a grin. Emma looked great and she knew it.
Shannon put an arm around Emma’s shoulders and steered her out of the kitchen. Michael had stepped into the house and of course, noticed Emma right away. But he didn’t say anything. Shannon gave him a wink and he shrugged and went for the fridge, pulling out a soda and leaning back against the counter, seemingly to make chit chat with the other guys in the room. Emma knew it was to keep an eye on Shannon and to see what was up.
Shannon led Emma through the hallway, past the closet where she and Nate had been minutes before and Emma’s whole body flushed just walking by the door. That guy had…something.
Something she wanted.
They finally stopped at a tiny bathroom and Shannon pushed her inside. “What are you doing here?” she asked as she shut the door.
Emma straightened from her my-stomach’s-killing-me position and looked in the mirror over the sink. She messed with her hair and noted that her lipstick was completely gone. It was on Nate, as a matter of fact. She blushed and turned away from the mirror, concentrating on Shannon. “Nate’s here and he’s pissed.”
“He’s here ? What do you mean?”
“He’s outside.”
Shannon frowned. “He’s been calling all night.”
Emma nodded. “And if Michael had picked up, even once, his dad wouldn’t be outside casing the joint.”
Shannon crossed her arms. “That’s not normal, you know.”
Emma had to agree. And yet, she got where Nate was coming from. “Listen, he’s concerned and Michael’s not handling it well.”
“Isn’t it normal to want to go out with your girlfriend?”
“Of course.
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