Page 58 of Fate In Fiction

Two hours have agonizingly passed on the alarm clock as I internally scream at myself to fall asleep. Huffing, I roll onto my back. Emmett’s head turns to face me as the silhouette of his arm reaches out of the covers and lays flat between us. My stomach flips as his rests against mine, and my hand balls so it’s not touching his. The city lights from his large floor-to-ceiling window cast definition to his jawline, shadows complimenting his features as he looks at me. This man is hot. Taking a deep breath, I attempt to slow my heart rate.

“I can’t shut my brain off,” I admit, realizing how dangerously close I am to him.

“I’ve been awake this entire time too.” There’s a beat of silence before a quiet chuckle resonates in his chest. “You know what helps get me to sleep?” Only a dummy would miss his implication.

“We are not having sex in your childhood bedroom, Emmett!” I whisper-yell, nudging him with my elbow.

“No, not that.” I watch a grin spread across his face as the city lights glow in the background. “But I’m glad your mind went there.”

“Lauren and Adam are great. I had fun with them today.” Changing the subject, my heart calms for a moment.

“They’re great for each other.” His fingers twitch against mine as I pretend to ignore them. “I’m happy for them.” My body heats with his warm words and his pinky reaches out, linking with mine. “It would be nice to find a love like theirs,” Emmett admits in a vulnerable tone.

“Yeah,” I agree, smiling as I play back the way they teased each other in adoration. “Dinner went well tonight.” Our fingers remain linked like two shy teenagers, but my body’s reaction kicks into overdrive with his subtle action.

“I told you they love you, Josie.” His chuckle is hushed as a low vibration ripples through his body.

“You’re very welcome.” I snicker, as he turns fully on his side, facing me. Looking down at our intertwined hands, I’m hyper aware of my breathing increasing and need building between my legs. This moment is growing more tense, but I should have known the possibility after inviting him into bed with me. I pull my hand away and tuck it back under the covers. “What’s not to love about me?” I say, overly confident.

“You think you’re so perfect, don’t you?” There’s a hint of playfulness to his voice, and I fight my smile.

“Think? No, I know your mother and father completely adore me. I will take full credit for how perfect I am making you out to be.”

“You’re something else, woman.” I giggle quietly as he brings the blanket over his shoulders and his arms underneath with mine.

Emmett’s hand acts quick as he begins to tickle my stomach. Trying to keep my laughter silent, I squirm as my shirt rides up. His other hand scoops under my neck, his forehead pressing against my temple, trying to hold me still. Reaching down, my hands grab his wrist in an attempt to push his hand out of the way. Only I freeze when my shorts push down with my straightened arms and his tickling hand grazes over my sensitive center. Inhaling sharply, my body stills. Emmett’s hand slowly brushes up my skin, lying his hand flat across my stomach as my pulse runs wild.

He waits a moment before this thumb brushes down to meet his index finger, sliding his hand a little lower. Our eyes lock, and when I don’t stop him, his fingertips move tentatively under the waistband and rest just above my thin patch of hair. My chest rises and falls more faintly as he remains cool and collected. Turning my head to stare up at the ceiling, Emmett leans his head in as his breath hits my ear.

“Josie?”

“Mmhmm?” My response comes out as more of a restrained moan, encouraging his fingers to feather down to my clit.

“Let me help you sleep.”

Releasing a shaky breath and attempt to protest, my legs involuntarily spread, giving him better access.

“I bet you are so wet for me, little darlin’.” Emmett whispers into my ear once more, and his teeth nip my earlobe, pulling a gasp from deep within my chest. “You were such a good girl today,” he purrs, as a tidal wave of dopamine hits me with the praise. “A good girl deserves her pussy rubbed.” Bending my leg over his, he circles me.

Oh my God, this is actually happening. With his praise alone, I feel like it’s enough to get me off. His middle finger slips inside me, and if I allow this, we will end up having sex in his childhood bedroom. It feels too good. Arching my back, I scoot up, withdrawing his finger.

“More clit action, please,” I pant, as a wicked chuckle sounds throughout the room.

“Such a polite little lady.” Adding more pressure to my clit, his fingers increase their pace. “Tell me what else your body needs, little darlin’.”

“Just… just this.” My hand reaches up to lace with the one he snaked under my upper body. “Oh, yes. There. Don’t stop.” His lips meet my jaw and drag down my neck as my body begins to stiffen.

“Do you enjoy my fingers in your panties, Josephine?” The way he breathlessly says my full name has me fighting the urge to push him onto his back and straddle him. All lines annihilated from lack of self-control. His fingers still. “Answer me.”

“God, yes.” I arch into him again, desperate for a release. “Keep going.”

“Don’t come until I say.” The taunt in his voice invites my orgasm, and as his fingers rub me quickly, it’s hard to obey.

“As if that’s easy!” My whispered voice pitches higher until he slows down.

“I want to feel you come.” His two fingers slide into me as his thumb works my clit once again. “There you go. I love feeling you soak and squeeze my fingers.” His pinky is bent, brushing against my other hole as my body stiffens, and a shaky, silent cry leaves my mouth as my release takes over. “Your quiet little noises are sexy as hell, Josephine.” Yeah, I can get on board with him using my full name at times like this.

Times like this…