Page 59 of Fate In Fiction

“I cannot believe I just let you do that.” Realization sets in with full force before I’ve even come down from my high. I’ve been so strong with fighting us, and simple praise with the brush of his finger had me succumbing to his touch.

“But did you hate it?” He smirks, bringing his finger to his mouth to lick me off of him.

There is no doubt in my mind that previous women have jumped to return the favor. “No.” Reluctance beats through my heart with the worry of not living up to the performance of skanks he’s used to getting him off, but will this moment be awkward if I don’t make a move? I steady my breath before I speak. “I’m sure your dick is screaming for attention right now.”

“Tonight was about you,” he says with a soft laugh. “You successfully won my family over in a matter of hours.”

“So that’s a no to your pleasure?” I should be relieved, yet part of me wanted him to want me.

“Josie, I don’t think I can halfway shit with you. It won’t be enough after going months without sex.” His hand reaches up to tap my nose with a slight smirk. “If your hand touches my cock, it’ll be because you’re about to be fucked with it. So, make sure you’re ready to cross all of the bases before you go for one.”

“Crossing boundaries won’t be happening again.” Even if that orgasm raises curiosity to his other skills. “Plus, it would be a shame if you’re not able to live up to my standards in bed.”

“The only worry should be how attached you’ll get when I completely blow your fucking mind.”

“You speak like it’s bound to happen,” I huff, knowing the men my friends and I come across are quite lackluster in the physical department. None of them have been able to compare to the men I read about.

“Experience measures confidence.” He pinches my nose with a small snort and lies on his back, tucking me in to rest on his shoulder. A protest rings in my brain, but my body settles in, relaxing into shoulder and molding against his body. Huh, I’ve never been one for touching–can blame that on the lack of it through my upbringing—but I like his arm around me. Turning his head, he kisses the top of mine. Much to my surprise, this didn’t end awkwardly like I had feared after the heated moment I’m still coming down from. “Goodnight, little darlin’,” he whispers on a relaxed breath, pulling me tighter against him.

“Goodnight, Emmett, who will never get the chance to see me naked.” But the way he’s making tonight feel so… natural, I question how long I can continue to resist him. My eyes flutter shut as I cuddle closer, and sleep quickly consumes me.

EMMETT

Zoning out, I replay the weekend as I stare out my office window. The night in my San Francisco bedroom wasn’t discussed again, but the image of her coming undone has been on a continuous loop. Josie remains as if it never happened, proving she can handle herself with intimate moments. And here I thought I was the detached one.

She hasn’t mentioned wanting a relationship besides using me as her ticket to freedom. But with her next relationship, I know she’s someone a good guy wouldn’t leave. Having to be honest with myself, in another lifetime or universe, I could be that guy for her. I want to. My priorities have been shifting, and maybe it’s my coming of age and realizing my life is no longer about partying and women. But Josie’s freedom is just about to begin, and I won’t let myself hold her back.

Monday and Tuesday have kept me glued to the office floor, way past my liking. I blink out my window and watch the birds fly about. I could be flying through the mountains and appreciating the full beauty too if could afford the aircraft. Turning my attention back to the spreadsheet in front of me, I’m pulled away as my phone buzzes with Josie’s name. We haven’t really spent any time together since returning home from San Francisco.

Josie:

im attempting your bros lasagne recipe tonight. Want me to make u plate and deliver it?

Me:

I’m aiming to be home before nine.

Josie:

u can admit if you’re avoiding me. Lol

Avoided is the last way I intend to make her feel. Maybe I did come on a little too strong the night at my parents, but she more than opened up to me and enjoyed every damn second. My thumb runs over the side of my middle finger that plunged in and out of her, and I feel my cock start to pulse to life.

I blink back to my phone screen and realize I forgot to reply.

Me:

Definitely not true, Jojo.

Josie:

your actions speak different

Me:

Didn’t expect the work hiccup this week.

Josie: