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“I’m sure you’re right though,” she offers. “He wouldn’t do something like that. He loves you. I shouldn’t have said anything. I just know how fucked-up people in Jameson can be. Sometimes it’s hard to know who you can trust.”
I try to ignore the fact that it could be just as easy to think Bridgett did these things or that maybe I shouldn’t trust her. But Emmett’s behavior around these events is all I can think about now.
“No, it has to be the other Elites,” I insist. “They hate me because of who my dad is. And they want to destroy Emmett’s life. If he lost me…he’d officially have nothing left.”
“Maybe you’re right. But what if Emmett doesn’t actually want to kill you? What if he just wants to scare you so you’ll get the hell out of Jameson?” she asks.
“I don’t think he has any doubt that I’ll be leaving the first chance I get, and hopefully taking him with me. Besides…whoever messed with the brakes on my care definitely wanted me dead.” The thought tightens my chest, as if the whole accident is happening all over again.
“Well, I’m here for you…whatever happens,” she squeezes my hand, noticing the growing worry on my face. “I’ll do my best to help keep an eye out. Protect you in any way I can.”
“Thanks, Bridgett,” I smile, wondering how the hell I’d be navigating all of this without a good friend who is someone besides Emmett.
The paper rattles with a gust of wind, pulling me back in. I read over the words one more time and then crumple it up.
“What are you doing!?” Bridgett shrieks. “You need to save that! For evidence!”
“Evidence?” I laugh. “Anyone around here who would do something like this wouldn’t get in trouble for it anyway, no matter how much evidence we had. I don’t want to keep it around. It’s only going to make me overly paranoid.”
She jerks the crumpled paper from my hands and begins straightening it back out. “Then I’ll keep it,” she insists. “Just in case you ever need it.”
“Well, at least I know it’s not you,” I joke, watching her bury the letter into her backpack. “You’d never stop me from destroying the evidence.”
“Glad you’ve ruled me out as a suspect,” she smirks. “Now, let’s get out of here. It’s too pretty a night to sit around yammering.”
We decide to go on a short run from the school to Bridgett’s house, which is only a couple of miles away. She assures me no one is home and that she knows a back way where no one would see us. There are acres of sprawling property around her parents’ manor, which is pretty small for a manor, at least in comparison to Jameson manor and the Henderson Estate. We hop on a couple of bikes stored near the pool house and ride around in the woods, soaking up the crisp but warm evening air. As we ride, she tells me all about her favorite places to run in California and says she may even consider going back there herself after graduation. Even if it does piss her family off.
When it gets too dark to see, we walk the bikes back to the yard that’s well-lit with decorative lights mixed in among the landscaping. The sparkling blue pool glows orange from all the hanging lights and I find myself hoping that Bridgett and I are still friends by summertime so I can dive in. Just like tonight has been fun, and almost made me forget about the death threats entirely, I hope I can enjoy just one month of summer in Jameson before I go. Without anything crazy happening, so I can walk out of this hell hole with at least a handful of pleasant memories.
16
Chapter Sixteen
The next night, I turn back to Marissa’s diary as an escape from my own scary life for a moment. She talks about how excited she is for prom and how she plans to lose her virginity to Thomas that night. It’s easy to forget that I know the rest of the story. Reading her young and innocent teenage words, you’d never guess how corrupt and evil both her and Thomas would become. At this point, they’re two seemingly normal teens caught up in the throes of their all-consuming lust.
The hormonally charged writing makes me miss Emmett. I decide to call him and ask if I can come over. He still seems distant and weird on the phone but wants to see me. I start to rush out the door after hanging up, but then a dress catches my eye from the closet. It’s a tight, red dress that I bought for a Valentine’s Day dance at my old school. It pops against my dark eyes and skin and hugs my figure perfectly. I haven’t worn it since the dance, but it looks so good on me it seems like a shame to just let it sit there in my closet.
I decide to slip into it and take a few extra minutes to fix my hair and put on some matching red lipstick. Then I slide into my long leather coat that I only wear on special occasions. The next trick is sneaking out without my mom and Brendan seeing me. They’d tease me to no end if they saw me all dressed up like this for no reason.
Emmett’s face drops when he answers his door. His jaw goes slack as his eyes look me up and down, drinking in every inch of me.
“Holy shit,” he murmurs. “You look incredible. Get in here. Now.” He swoops his arm around my back and pulls me inside, instantly pressing his lips to mine as all tension between us seems to fade.
Keeping his mouth against mine, rolling his tongue in and out, he walks us towards the bedroom. I can already feel his excitement growing, especially as he pushes me against the door, deepening his kiss and pressing into me. Without taking his attention off of me, he fumbles for the door handle behind him and finally opens it up.
His hands slide under the dress, grazing the fabric of my panties across my ass, sparking a heightened surge of desire in both of us. “I want your body so bad,” he hisses. “But I almost don’t want to take this thing off of you…you look so good in it.”
“So don’t,” I suggest mischievously, guiding his hands up to my breasts without removing my dress.
He slides them around to my back, unfastening my bra before moving his thumbs back to my nipples. He massages each one and then takes them into his mouth, working his tongue over the red satiny fabric. The urge to feel him between my legs grows, prompting me to grab one of his hands and move it downward. He slides down my lace underwear and flings them to the side, then teases the dripping wetness.
I roll my head back with a moan as he flicks his tongue over my nipple and teases me with his fingers. I grab his hips and move him closer to the bed. Before he can throw me down onto his comforter, I turn around and press my back into him while he runs his hands all over my body. As he pushes his erection against me, I bend over and lift the dress up, giving him the perfect view of my ass. He gives it a quick and playful slap before undoing his belt. His pants fall to the floor, and I soon feel the soft skin stretched over his hardness teasing around my folds.
I reach back and grip his hips, jerking him closer and begging him to enter me as I lean over the bed. He guides my legs up onto the mattress, angling me around him. We both cry out as he slides inside of me. I’m so tight from this angle and he fills me up to the brim, caressing against every last tingling nerve as he slowly moves in and out.
He pounds into my g-spot and the pulsating tissue inside, coaxing me to climax. I’m so close and can tell he is getting there too. I arch my back, pressing into him more before I start rocking back and forth, matching his rhythm. He moves faster with me, our bodies slamming together in unison. He groans out in strings of words I can’t understand, his voice deep and straining as he grows impossibly hard inside of me.
“Yes, that’s it, baby,” I whimper as we pick up the pace more and more. I dig my nails into his thighs and any other flesh within my reach.
