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ZACH
Normally the first time with a new girl could be awkward, but with Emma it was so intense and natural. She literally had me by the balls. Thinking about the previous night got my blood flowing. I badly wanted to wake her up with a little morning sex, but thought against it. This was new and I didn't want to push the limits.
I watched her sleep, her body curled up in a ball, the blanket wrapped tightly around her. She'd hogged it a few times during the night, but I didn't care. I rarely let girls stay the night, finding crafty ways to gently kick them out. Letting them sleep over gave them ideas, but Emma could share my bed for as long as she wanted.
Her eyes fluttered open. She looked at me and smiled shyly. Those big hazel eyes killed me every time.
"Good morning," she said, stretching out her body. I glimpsed her breasts and wanted my hands all over them. I expected her to quickly cover up, like most girls, but she didn't. She scooted closer and kissed me.
"Good morning to you, too." I put my hand on her waist, then her ass. She had the tightest body with the most perfect little breasts. Everything on her was just right.
"How'd you sleep?" A nervous smile crept up on her perfect, rosy lips.
"Very good. And you?"
"Well, thank you."
She reached out and let a finger trace the muscles on my chest. I stiffened and wondered if she could feel it. I would have done anything to have her again.
"Are you my boyfriend now?"
There was something so innocent about her, those big eyes looking at me, waiting for an answer. She seemed worried what I'd say.
"Do you want me to be?"
She ran a finger over my Adam's apple. "Yes."
"Then I guess I'm your boyfriend."
She grinned. "I was worried you were going to get mad at me last night."
"Why?"
"I don't know. I didn't want you to think I was leading you on or anything. I know I frustrated you and—" I stopped her with a kiss. The last thing I wanted to do was talk about any of that shit again. We were starting fresh, no crap from the past.
"I like kissing you," she said as if she shouldn't.
"I like kissing you," I said, giving her any reassurance she needed.
She bit her lip and giggled. "I really like having sex with you. I thought you should know."
"I really like having sex with you, too. That could be a problem."
"Why?"
"Because all I'll think about is this amazing hot body of yours and then I'm going to want to have sex with you again and again and again."
"Well, if you want..." I didn't let her finish. I kissed her, pulling her closer. She grabbed hold of me and stroked, just like I'd shown her. I was so hard it hurt. "Em, from the nightstand, grab a condom," I said. She reached over and got one. I put it on and motioned for her to get on top.
"Really?" she asked, those eyes sucking me in.
I nodded and she straddled me, uncertain of herself. She eased onto me, only a little at first, sending the blood pumping through me. I grasped onto her breasts, gently pinching and massaging. She sank down lower, slowly grinding. I pushed deeper inside her and she resisted a little. She rested her hands on my shoulders, supporting herself as she began to move. I rubbed her clit which made her gasp and sink even deeper. I wanted to get her on her back, but I didn't know her limits yet and the last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt her.
"Oh my God, this feels so good," she said, almost seeming pained to say it.
"It's supposed to."
"I think I'm going to ..." I felt her release and, in that moment, I held onto her waist, pushing her down on me. I came too.
She collapsed on top of me, her arm wrapped around me, her cheek resting on my shoulder. She let out a few deep sighs. "We should probably get up," she said after a minute or two.
"We should."
We didn't move, other than me caressing her back. Finally she sat up, her hair disheveled in a sexy kind of way.
"Do you think Genie heard us?"
"I doubt it. She could sleep through an air siren."
She pondered that then shrugged. "I'm getting hungry."
"Me too. How about a shower first?"
She smiled devilishly. "That sounds like a great idea."
We showered and the girl who barely let me touch her before now explored every inch of my body. Her fingers passed over every inch of my face, and she brushed her cheek against my stubbly one before kissing me. She broke the kiss and stared at me, an intense gaze that made me want her right there again. This girl was going to destroy me.
I tore myself away from Emma and got changed. Genie was in the kitchen reading the newspaper, a knowing smile on her face.
"I didn't see you on the sofa this morning."
I pulled out the coffee canister and put on a pot while Genie sipped her tea. "I slept in my bed."
"With Emma? In Emma?"
"Funny and really not your business."
Genie's face turned serious. "Don't break her heart. I really, really like her."
"Noted."
"I guess you won't be sleeping on the sofa then?"
I faced Genie, leaned up against the counter and crossed my arms over my chest, listening to coffee drip. "No arrangements have been made."
"I told you she'd come around."
"How did I get so lucky to have a genius for a sister?"
"Like I said, don't screw it up. What about her mom? Did you tell her?"
"Meredith talked to you, not me."
Genie tapped her fingers on the table. "Do I tell her?"
I'd pushed the whole Meredith fiasco from my head, but now it found itself back on my life's agenda. "I don't know. Why did she have to talk to you anyway?"
"I wish she hadn't."
"What's your gut telling you?"
Genie covered her face with her hands. "It's telling me how much I hate being put in this position. It's not like she and I had a long conversation. It was all so casual."
It wasn't often that Genie wanted me to tell her what to do, but this was one of those moments. "I say forget about it. If she doesn't have the decency to contact Emma herself, don't let her use you. It's not right."
"I agree with you. This isn't my circus. I hope it doesn't bite us in the butt later."
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I DIDN'T FEEL LIKE I needed to make an announcement to Mom and Dad about my new relationship, so I told them in passing when they called to find out about Steve and Genie's epic breakup. If I could have seen Mom through the phone, she'd be smiling and giving me the I-knew-it look. Dad was more reserved.
"Let's say I like her about as much as I hate Steve," he said.
A ringing endorsement if I'd ever heard one.
"Let's have her over for a proper dinner. I think we should get to know her better," Mom said.
"It's been less than twenty-four hours. Why don't we wait a bit before we subject her to family dinners."
"I knew she was a special girl," Mom said, ignoring me. "I was telling your father that the other day."
"That's nice. I should go. I'm meeting Brett for a workout."
"Let's get her over before your father goes to Washington."
"Yes, Mom."
I hung up and drove to the gym. Brett was running laps on the track, huffing and puffing and glad to see me. He jogged over, clutching his side and trying to catch his breath.
"You're late."
"I had a busy morning. I just got off the phone with my parents who wanted to grill me about Genie breaking up with her loser boyfriend. Also told them about Emma, but they wanted all the gossip about Steve. They are as happy as I am that he's out of her life."
I figured if I kept talking, he might miss the Emma part, but when he leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest, I knew it hadn't escaped him.
"What about Emma?"
"We're together now," I said, walking over to the weights.
"That took a lot longer than I thought it would. So you dated that blonde chick for a week and now you're banging the chick you wanted to bang all along. Congrats," he said, rolling his eyes.
"I wasn't going to mention it, but you're my best friend, so I thought you should know."
"You chased after that broad for months. I was beginning to think she only liked other chicks."
"She's definitely into guys."
"Good in the sack, then?"
"Are we working out, or what?"
Brett smirked. "Nice guys don't tell," he said in a mocking tone.
I grabbed some dumbbells. "That's right."
"How are you going to deal with the fallout from this?"
"What are you babbling about now?"
"Bianca. She's the only person who's going to care."
"I never hear any of this shit, but you do, so pass this along to Bianca. If she touches Emma, even breathes on her, I'll ruin her life."
Brett stared at me, blinking a few times. "You sound pissed off."
"This has to stop. Emma stays away from Bianca, why can't she leave Emma alone?"
"I'm not arguing with you. I think it's stupid."
"Then get the word out to her. She'll be sorry if she crosses me."
"This is about that video, isn't it?"
"What video?" I asked, playing dumb. The less Brett knew, the less he could blab all over town.
"I'd kill to see what's on it."
"If Bianca keeps up her harassment, you and many others will."
Brett nodded and his usual happy-go-lucky demeanor faded. "Remind me never to cross you."
I patted him on the shoulder. "I've always got your back, but if you screw me ..."
"You'll ruin my life?" he asked with an uneasy laugh.
"Precisely. Now let's finish this workout."