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Casey
Dominic’ssittingatthekitchen island when I walk out of my room, breakfast piled high on a plate for himself and another waiting patiently for me. He gives me a small smile, swallowing the last of his food, and says, “I really wish you’d let me come with you.”
I wish he could come too, but that’s not possible when Emmett is going to be there. “I’m fine, I promise. Everything seems to be going okay and I kind of want to find the gender out alone anyway.”
His eyes bulge, a gleam shining in them at my admission. “You’ll get to know today?”
Nothing but happiness is coursing through me at the prospect. I’ve been sitting on many different names, going through every list I can possibly find, and I even went as far as watching name videos on Youtube. I haven’t mentioned any of the names to Emmett, wanting to make sure I knew what we were having before I did, but I’m more than excited to find out.
Emmett already texted me to let me know that he would be picking me up and to meet him around the corner from Dominic’s place, so he doesn’t catch us. One look at the clock tells me I have a little bit of time to pass before walking out the door. “Yep, what are you thinking it is?”
Dominic chuckles. “I won’t lie, a boy would be a nice addition to the family but I’m banking on it being a little girl.” He shakes his head with a smile. “I’m more than prepared to spoil my niece as much as she desires.”
I roll my eyes and point a finger at him accusingly. “Don’t you dare get her shit that isn’t needed just because it’s cute.” I’m sure Emmett is already going to do it for the both of us, there’s no reason Dominic needs to as well. If I had both of the guys purchasing everything they see I’m going to have a house full of random things and having a child is going to be stressful enough.
“I would never,” he says, winking at me.
After eating a few forkfuls of pancakes, I step away from the table and grab my purse sitting next to the front door. “I’ll be back in a little while. I’m not sure how long the appointment will be.”
Dominic dangles the car keys in his hand and arches a brow. “What, you planning on walking?”
“Oops,” I say with a nervous chuckle before walking over and snatching them from his hand. “What would I do without you?”
“Well, for starters, that dick ex of yours probably would’ve managed to get in your good graces if you hadn’t come here.”
I roll my eyes, but he’s probably right. If I had given Michael a chance to explain himself before rushing out of the venue, there’s a chance I still would’ve married him like an idiot.
“Yeah, yeah, see you later.” I wiggle my fingers at him before rushing out the door and heading outside, breathing in the fresh air with a smile. I’m not sure anything could ruin this day for me, no matter what.
I’m barely standing at the corner for two minutes when Emmett pulls up in his BMW, the black paint shining under the glaring afternoon sun. My eyes trail over his body and the way he looks with a t-shirt on and it takes everything in me not to jump on his lap. As if sensing where my head’s at, he glances over at me with a smirk, then turns his attention back out the windshield.
We’ve been going through a certain routine the last few weeks – he’ll bring me a late lunch into work, even if he’s not supposed to be in the office, then I’ll go to his house after I get off, and he does the naughtiest things to me. I’m almost certain that we should stop before things get worse than they already are, but the way his hands feel against my body most nights isn’t easy to walk away from.
I clench my thighs together as I sink into the leather seat and bring the seat belt over my lap. Once it’s clicked into place, Emmett moves into the rush of traffic, finger tapping in beat to the music against the steering wheel. Those fingers alone can bring me to release within minutes, something that’s never happened to me before, and it only makes me want them brushing against my sensitive flesh even more right now.
Emmett growls low in his throat, making me avert my eyes from him. “You better stop looking at me like that, Casey. I’d rather not have to pull this car over and make us late to the appointment.”
I eye him, my skin burning at his suggestion. “And if I want you to do exactly that?”
He adjusts himself, the action not doing anything to hide the outline of his length behind his jeans, and I flick my tongue over my bottom lip. Maybe we don’t have to pull over at all, the windows are tinted enough – would he force my hand away if I tugged his jeans down enough to let his dick pop out? I eye his features, the slight tick in his jaw as he senses my eyes raking over him, and I bring my hand slowly over his thigh.
“Casey,” he rasps, his thigh clenching under my touch. “What do you think you’re doing?”
I smirk at him and sneak my hand closer to the center of his pants, letting my fingers drag over the bulge. “Whatever I want.”
He groans in frustration, fingers tightening around the wheel, but he doesn’t make a move to push my hand away which is a plus. God, I can’t imagine the fury in Dominic’s eyes if he caught me doing this to his best friend right now and somehow, the thought of Dominic catching us at all makes a new type of heat course through me.
Anyone could look through these windows hard enough and see what I’m about to do. Before I can back down, knowing we have about five to ten more minutes of traffic to get through, I’m gripping the waistband of his jeans and tugging them down. He lifts eagerly, impatience marring his features, and I glance down in surprise. “Commando?”
“Looks like I made the right choice. What are you going to do now, Casey?” His eyes never leave the road, even as I push myself closer to him, angling my body just right so I can lean over and glide my tongue over the head of his cock. “Fuck,“ he groans, his hips pushing up and slipping his length between my lips.
I swirl my tongue around him before relaxing my throat, taking him as deep as he can go, then hollow my cheeks out before coming back up slowly. He loves when I start out slow, only going faster when his breaths come in rough pants. The car glides easily along the road, as if this isn’t affecting him at all, and I continue my descent along his thick length.
I’ve never needed someone as badly as I do him. It’s an all-consuming kind of feeling that I never saw coming and one that I don’t want to stop no matter how wrong it might be to have it.
He sucks in a rough breath, and the moment his fingers thread through my hair, I know he’s close. “I’m going to come, Casey,” he grinds out, pushing and pulling my head along his shaft as he sees fit.
I moan against him, the action making his thighs shake, and use my fingernails to dig into his skin. I’m lost in the moment as his release shoots down the back of my throat, coating it in the best way, then I’m swallowing it all down before fixing his pants the exact way they were before.
