You can tell me if something’s bothering you.”
I heard her sigh but she didn’t say anything.
Shit. That’s not a good sign right there.
“Goodnight,” she murmured.
“Emma, speak up before I go crazy here. You’re acting funny and I want to know what the fuck’s going on.” Okay, I sounded like a total dick, but I was getting frustrated. I didn’t do this whole thing well, but I wanted to know. I didn’t like seeing her sad. It affected me. Though, she might not know it.
“Fine. I just didn’t realize how many women throw themselves at you. Cece, Amanda and her sidekicks are on the top of the list.”
She was getting jealous again. The way she said their names made me smile. Kissing the side of her jaw, I said, “You’re the one in my bed, Em. Not them.”
She snorted, pissy. “Well, Cece’s definitely been on yours. Probably on this bed, too, enjoying herself a great deal.”
Grinning wider at her cute ranting, I started to kiss her neck while my hand snaked inside her sleep shirt, cupping her breast, loving the supple heaviness in my hand. I slowly worked on her before rolling myself on top of her body. My cock twitched when it slid down her wet lips while my hands were attached to her breasts, my head lowering to meet her moist clit.
“Baby!” she groaned when I started to eat her with gusto. Moaning as I tasted her, I was enjoying the profound pleasure it was giving her. When she was about to come, I left her pussy and bit on her nipple. “Kiss me, Carter.” Those big blue eyes pleaded before I lowered my lips to devour hers.
“This is how much I want you, baby,” I grunted out before I slipped into her slick opening. “You always make me so fucking hard.”
Emotional talks were not a strong suit for me. I was better off with pleasuring and showing Emma that she was the only woman I wanted.
I sure as hell did show her, in and out of sleep, throughout the night.
Don’t Shut Me Out
Two weeks later, we were back to this odd place again.
“Em? Did I do something wrong?”
She pulled back, considering me. “Not that I know of. Why, do you have something to confess?”
Did I? I thought for a minute, shaking my head in the process. “No.”
For the first time since we started dating, Emma announced she was going home to sleep in her bed. That was when the red flags erected in the back of my head.
There was no doubt anymore, something was going on. Was it Lewis? It had to be. No guy in school would dare take my woman away.
~ CM ~
As the weeks progressed, I was starting to get frustrated with Emma, but she wasn’t saying anything. I was pissed off when I realized I was feeling fear for the first time. Yeah, fear; it was there, sitting in my mind.
After that first night of her announcing that she was sleeping in her bed, she was pulling slowly away. I tried to calm her, make her smile, tell her not to worry about other women, but none of it worked. I hadn’t seen her for a day, but I was already freaked because I didn’t know what the fuck was wrong. Maybe I’d been too busy with soccer and she felt neglected? I didn’t know, fuck.
Not seeing her for a day was turning me into a clingy man, but I didn’t care anymore. I needed to see her, but when I dropped unannounced to her dorm, she wasn’t there. When I called her phone, she wasn’t picking up. Even my sister didn’t know what was going on, so I acted like we just had a small misunderstanding.
Going back to my house, I decided to wait until Emma came to me.
Tough luck.
I See Through Your Lies
Why the hell was she avoiding me? Had I done something wrong? So far, I couldn’t think of one thing. What the hell? Emma was pissing me the fuck off!
Okay, I knew I had to calm down. Maybe she truly was busy and I was over-reacting. So I comforted myself with that thought as I dialed her number.
Finally, Emma answered. “Hey.”
“Hey. I just saw Lindsey and she said you two had lunch. Why wasn’t I invited?
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