13. Emerson

At the sound of the knock, I moved to the door. Thank fuck. This had to be the contractors finally here to fix the bathroom. There'd been a hole in the wall for more than a week now, which meant I'd been using Gianna's shower since I returned from our road stretch. Tonight, at least, she was headed out to get her hair done, so I wouldn't be annoying when I used her bathroom.

She was in the shower now. I'd given up actively trying not to picture her with her head tipped back and water trailing down her body. Over the swell of her breasts…

Fuck. The floor came up really fast as I crashed down. I glanced around. I wasn't sure if my toe had caught the carpet or if I'd hit the coffee table. Either way, I needed to stop thinking about Gi when I walked around, or I might break a bone.

Another knock cracked through the air, louder this time, and I jumped up and rushed that way.

When I pulled the door open, I pressed my lips together, confused.

A man with a platinum-blond mohawk spiked a good four inches off his head stood before me in a pair of ripped skinny jeans and black combat boots. His black lips lifted into a huge smile as one pierced brow arched on his forehead.

"Emerson Knight. I knew you didn't wear clothes." He clapped, the sound echoing down the hallway and the movement drawing my attention to his black cropped shirt. With a grin, he turned to the small woman next to him. "The sneaky bitch has been holding out on us."

"Yeah." The woman, who looked like a blond Snow White with very porcelain skin and a cute button nose, sighed dreamily, her doe eyes drinking me in.

There were lots of internet rumors about me and walking around the house naked. Probably because I spent much of my time in the locker room in boxer briefs. But I had no interest in addressing the topic with these strangers. Plus, I wasn't currently naked.

"I always wished I could pull off the skinny jeans," I said, eyeing his white pants. There. Topic changed.

The man sank his teeth into his bottom lip. "Ooh, baby, with those thighs." He kissed his fingers, then held his hand up and made a flicking motion.

"Exactly why they never fit." I waved them inside.

"Do you always let random people into your house?" Mila asked.

I chuckled, closing the door behind them. "Does Gi normally take pictures with random people and use them as the background photo on her phone?"

Linc smirked at me. "She talks about us."

Not a lot, in all honesty. She didn't say much about anything, but she'd mentioned her friends coming up from New York. "I thought I was picking her up at your hotel in a few hours, so I didn't expect you. But the more the merrier." I tilted my head toward the kitchen. "I made food for Gi and me, but there's enough to share. Hungry?"

I wasn't sure how they would feel about arroz con gandules, but I never minded feeding people.

"Oh, I love food. Especially food I don't have to cook. Eli is great in bed but a total mess in the kitchen." He moved past me. "We'll make Gi a plate, and she can eat while I style."

I followed him into the kitchen and pulled out a few bowls.

"Is it fried rice?" Mila asked, peeking into the pan. "It smells amazing."

"No, it's better," Linc assured her as I passed him a bowl. "It's peas and pork. The second you take a bite, you'll feel like your mouth died and went to heaven."

"Like your tongue is dancing to a good salsa."

"Yes." Linc lifted his fist, and I pounded it. Once he'd spooned the rice dish into a bowl for him and another for Mila, he strode out of the kitchen. "Grab a few water bottles, Mila. Emerson, you get yours and Gi's, and we'll get this show going." He lifted both bowls without looking back and moved toward the bedrooms. "Which one is hers?" He lifted his nose into the air and sniffed. "Never mind. I can follow the body wash. It's so damn strong."

Two bowls in my own hands, I followed.

He turned into Gianna's room. "Hey, babe."

"Linc?" Gianna cracked the door to her bathroom open, and steam billowed around her. "Wasn't I meeting you at the hotel?"

My breath caught, and my feet stuttered to a stop, causing Mila to crash into the back of me.

Wet skin. Small white towel strappy wrap thing hugging her body. Lots of wet skin. And orange blossoms.

My brain should have worked better than that. Typically, it could form complete thoughts, but in this moment, all I could process was the way the white terrycloth hooked over her shoulders and Velcroed precariously between her big breasts. It was like the smallest towel dress ever created.

"Uh." Gianna shifted on her feet, and I drank her in, practically drooling over the swell of her hips and the bare skin of her soft thighs.

I fought the groan trying to work its way out my throat. "Sorry," I choked out, glancing at the bowls in my hands. "We were bringing food. Probably should have knocked."

Stuttering, I stepped back, but as I did, I tripped over the short woman behind me. With a stammering apology, I sidestepped and walked into the bed.

Shit. I halted all movement and shut my eyes, breathing in a long breath to calm myself down.

A warm palm pressed into my arm, garnering my attention. When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was a set of bright red nails against my bare skin.

She reached out and took the bowl from me. "Thank you," she said quietly.

Her damp hair hung around her shoulders, and her face was shower fresh. Water still clung to her eyelashes. Nothing like the perfect hair and makeup she normally sported, but she was just as beautiful. And standing this close to her made my heart race.

"I'm gonna throw clothes on." She set her bowl on the dresser, then shuffled into the closet and shut the door. I wanted to follow her. See the white towel fall to the floor. Touch the skin she kept hidden beneath it. I wanted to bury my head between her thighs while I devoured her pussy. Relish the taste of her as she came all over my face, screaming my name.

"Want to hang with us while we get her ready?" Linc's voice startled me back to the moment.

I cleared my throat as I blinked at the closet door. "Sure." Then, with a long breath out, I dropped to the bed. Apparently, I was a complete glutton for punishment.