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“Come for me, Emma,” he growled in a voice that sounded more like Xavier’s than his own.
The combination of his hands, voice, and of course, his cock, was too much for me to resist. I came with a long moan, my eyes rolling back in my head, while Jackson grinned.
“That’s it,” he prompted. “Let it out.”
My pussy throbbed around his cock and pleasure radiated out through the rest of my body. I felt weak, and I slumped forward, breathing heavily while I waited for the throbbing to subside.
Jackson wasn’t finished yet. He pulled me closer, entwining his fingers behind my sweaty back so he could pump his erection inside me. I was so wet now, so slick and relaxed that my body gave him no resistance at all. He came with a loud gasp and shuddered as his head fell back and his cock emptied itself deep within my pussy.
His eyes took a moment to come back into focus, but when they did, he looked at me with an expression of alarm.
“Should I have pulled out?” he gasped. “I didn’t even…”
“It’s okay,” I said, as I planted a soft kiss on his lips. “I’m on birth control. Everything’s fine.”
28
JACKSON
Ispent the next few days floating on a cloud of happiness.
If Emma hadn’t been walking around with the same goofy grin on her face, I might have thought our lovemaking session in the car was a dream: but she clearly enjoyed it as much as I did, because every time our eyes met, we shared our own private smile.
Neither Xavier nor Adrian were stupid, and I expected them to pull me up at any moment. But to my surprise, they didn’t, even when Emma accidentally touched my hand as she gave me a plate of spaghetti bolognaise and I dropped it.
“I’m so sorry,” I said, feeling mortified as I crouched to pick up the mess with my fingers, which didn’t work well.
“It’s okay,” Emma said, as she grabbed a damp sponge and squatted next to me, using the serving spoon to pick up the spaghetti and dabbing the sauce out of the carpet.
“You dumb shit,” Xavier said jokingly. “Remind me not to trust you to tattoo me again. Emma, you’re brave trusting this one.”
Emma giggled awkwardly and she blushed as her eyes met mine.
“I think he’s done a good job,” she said, but the other guys were starving and had moved on to the fridge for drinks and parmesan cheese.
I tried not to focus on it, but I liked her.Reallyliked her. Every time I tattooed a client, I imagined I was touching Emma. And every time I looked up from my work and saw a face that wasn’t hers, I felt a twinge of disappointment that I couldn’t ignore.
And every time I lay in bed at night, I relived everything we did in the car.
Those kisses.
Her hot breath on my skin.
The raw need within both of us.
Her room was next to the one I was sharing with Xavier, and knowing that she was on the other side of the wall was torture. If only that wall wasn’t there, I could reach out and touch her.
Was she thinking about me too?
“Xavier?” I said. His breathing was heavy, and I couldn’t tell if he was still awake until he grunted.
“Yeah?”
My heart thumped. I didn’t want to admit what Emma and I had done, but I felt like I had to. Xavier had been my best friend since school. He’d beaten up my bullies and, when I lost my corporate gig, gave me this job and somewhere to live.
I had to be honest.
“I have to tell you something, man.” The words were hard to say, and sounded disconnected when they finally came out. “I slept with Emma.”
