13. Jonah

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

jonah

We make out like teenagers,both of us frantic without making a move to take it further. My cock is hard and complaining, but I don’t want to stop Emmett from what he’s doing. It’s unclear if he’s trying to torture me or kill me, but the way he writhes on top of me, it would be a travesty to stop him.

His breathing is harsh and loud, and it only turns me on more. My hands can’t decide where they want to be. Taking off his clothes? Cupping his face or his ass? One on his hip, the other supporting his back? They want to be everywhere, doing everything, and I’m good with that. It allows me to explore all of him.

I pull away from his mouth to take his shirt off and immediately go back to kissing him and trailing my fingertips over his bare skin.

His muscles are tight, and he’s the definition of lean but toned. His wild hair is out tonight, curly frizz flying everywhere.

Emmett breaks away this time to get out, “More. I need more.”

I go to stand and do that romantic carry them to the bedroom while their legs are wrapped around my waist, but I don’t take into account that Emmett is basically all muscle and only an inch shorter than me, so there’s no way I can lift him. Slim, yes. Heavy, also fucking yes.

We’re lucky we don’t land on the coffee table as we go down, but at the same time, we’re so lost in each other that we barely pause.

I’m on top of him now, frotting against him hard but kissing him harder.

In our frenzy, he taps my shoulder. “If I’m going to come like this, I want our pants gone. I want your skin on mine. I want⁠—”

He doesn’t need to say more. I lift up on him only to get rid of my clothes. I ditch my shirt and then struggle out of my pants while he gets rid of his jeans.

When we come back together, it’s even more explosive, and while the little voice inside my head tells me to slow down, savor it, maybe even take a breath or two to calm down so this won’t be over so soon, I’m too horny, too close, and way too into this to care how we come or when.

We have all night, and if he’s staying, there’s a good chance we’ll be able to have a second round later. After we talk some more.

It must have been difficult for him these past six months, pretending to be someone he’s not. Keeping secrets from his family. From what I know of them so far, they’re really close.

Which only brings more questions about why he got kicked out of school and why he has no desire to go back.

I want to know everything about him, even if that’s not the point of doing what we’re doing here.

The point of this is to get off. Feel his hard cock sliding against mine and keep going until we both find that high we’re chasing.

Emmett grips my shoulder, his fingers digging into my skin. He thrusts upward, meeting my hips over and over again.

“Are you close?” I rasp. “I don’t know how much longer I can⁠—”

He interrupts with perfect timing. He stills, his whole body tensing as his warm release paints our skin.

Lifting his head, he puts his mouth back on mine and kisses me through his orgasm. He grips the back of my hair and holds tight, continuing to roll his hips as he empties his load.

Sensing the energy about to leave from him, I thrust hard and fast, hoping to come by the time he stops pulsing between us.

“Here, let me.” He works his hand between the slapping of our bodies, and the second he wraps his hand around my cock, I unleash.

My mess joins his, and white-hot pleasure swarms my veins. My whole body. I push through his grip, his hand milking me for all I have, and by the time I slump on top of him, breathing heavily, he’s already caught his breath.

“Fuck,” I croak.

“Yeah, that was pretty amazing.”

“You’re amazing,” I breathe and roll off him.

The legs of the coffee table are in the way, so I push the end closest to me away so I’ll fit, not caring that it’s now crooked in the middle of the room. After that, my furniture could be upside down for all I care.

Our legs are still intertwined as we lie on my carpet and revel in that sated feeling. The sense of satisfaction.

“I didn’t think it would be over with that quickly,” he says.

“I did. Ever since you walked out of here the last time, all I’ve been thinking about is getting you back under me.” I turn my head to look at him. “But who says it’s over? You’re staying the night, and I have at least one more round in me.”

“Do we lie here and recover or shower and then recover?”

“If we lie here awhile, maybe round two can be in the shower.”

He smiles, and he looks so … pure when he does. “I like the way you think.”

“You’re not going to in a minute.”

“Uh-oh.”

“What did you do to get kicked out of school?”

And yep, as suspected, he looks at the ceiling and sighs. “The official story is I started a fire in the dorms.”

“On purpose?”

He snorts. “No, it was an accident, but it was by doing something stupid and reckless.”

That doesn’t sound like Emmett. Sure, I don’t know him well, but playing with actual fire?

Slowly, he turns his head back toward me. “The thing is, it wasn’t me who did it. I just took the fall for it.”

That aligns so much more with how I see him, but … “Why?”

“The guy who set it. He was a scholarship kid, and it truly was an accident. He was trying to show everyone how to make a flamethrower with a lighter and a can of deodorant⁠—”

“So really stupid and reckless.”

“Yup, but in his defense, who knew dorm buildings that are old are basically like tinder?” He makes a “whoomph” noise. “Went straight up in flames.”

“Was anyone hurt?” I’m scared to know the answer.

“Nope. Everyone was evacuated, but half the floor had damaged rooms, which meant needing to rehouse students, and it was a big mess.”

“I’m still failing to see why you took the fall for someone else’s stupidity.”

He shrugs. “I hated school. Simple as that. I didn’t want to be there. He did.”

“What were you studying?”

“I’m really good at numbers but shit at writing, so I figured engineering would be a good field to go into, but it wasn’t long before I realized … I fucking hate engineering.”

Sounds like a typical student to me—not knowing what they want to study and doing something because they think they should. “Fair enough. What do you want to do instead?”

Emmett throws his head back. “Ugh. You sound like Ben.”

“You don’t have to tell me. I just like getting to know you.”

He smiles again, this time rolling his body toward mine and pressing himself up against me. He still has cum on his stomach, which is now smearing across mine, but I don’t care.

“I know a good way to get to know each other.” He works his way between our bodies and wraps his hand around my cock. It tries to respond, but it’s too soon.

“It’s not ready for that shower yet,” I say.

“Damn.”

I lean up on my elbow so he can see how serious I am when I say, “Why don’t you like talking about yourself?”

He sits up now. “Don’t think we should open that can of worms tonight.”

“Why not?”

He leans against the couch so I mirror him by leaning against the angled coffee table. It’s not the most comfortable, but I want to be facing him. I don’t want him to keep dodging me.

Our knees touch on one side, like neither of us want to lose that connection completely, but the time for being wrapped around each other is done, apparently.

He lets out a loud breath. “Because I don’t know where to even start. With living in the shadows of my two eldest NHL brothers or physically having to pretend I’m my twin so I don’t end up homeless in California or moving back to Vermont where I would get put back onto that hockey prodigy conveyor belt Ben and I turned our backs on?”

“Wait, West and Asher play for the NHL? Is that why your boss said you’re hockey royalty?”

“That’s what you took from what I said?”

“No. It … It’s a lot to take in.”

“I told you. Don’t get me started.”