Did It On Em Novels & Stories

Time stretches. “Oh,” she says slowly. I feel my soul leave my body. Then- “Oh my GOD!” Emma cheers, clapping her hands. “Matteo? Is he staying over? Does this mean he’s my new dad?” “EMMA,” I say sharply. “Stop talking.” She absolutely does not stop talking. “I KNEW it,” she continues, pointing between us. “I told Macy you were acting weird. Also, her mom dropped me off early because her dog threw up, which was gross, but ALSO—”

But something slips inside, settling into the space between heartbeats. I open the phone again, my fingers barely registering as they swipe the screen. The group chat is still there. Emmett has just sent a message. EM: [goodnight, trouble] EM: [dreams that don’t involve men in black suits] Too late. I type one word into their chat, not to +39. KR: [always] Then I kill the light.

Dillon kicks us of with “never have I ever had a quickie in the locker room.” Miles sips. Cole sips. Austen and Josie sip. “Damn we should have done that.” Em whispers into my ear only the make me laugh causing heads to look pointedly in our direction. “Oh get your head’s out of the gutter.” She quickly states. “What has you all red then Em?” Josie asks. “Maybe it was more than a quickie, you’ll never know.” Em teases. Yeah wouldn’t they like to know what went down after one a sweaty hot win last season.

Chapter 39 When they arrived home, all Emmy did was freshen up and lay down on the sofa. She did not even give Vince his daily massage. Looking at the small, unmoving figure on the sofa, Vince shook his head and lay down on the huge bed. Ever since they left the shooting site, he realized that Emmy was not herself. He thought that it was about money but yesterday she had given him a free massage, and today she did not even bother to do it, meaning it was not about the money.

I clench my hands at my sides and force by body to calm down and my brain to think, but it is almost impossible because I can smell her everywhere. On my skin, on my hands, in my head. Fuck, I can still feel the way she tightened around me and moaned my name before she could stop herself in the heat of it all. That is the part that keeps replaying. If I thoughts the first time we fucked was spectacular? I’m way out of my depth here now. Pulling away from the door, i unclench my hands and turn to go downstairs. I get there and turn on the kitchen light.

And my friends are yelling in my ear. “Wait, what did the message say?” Callie squeals, practically vibrating through the video call. “Word for word, say it again. I want to hear it in his accent.” “Callie, she can’t send a voice memo of a text message,” Emily deadpans. She’s lounging on her studio floor in a paint-splattered tank top, sipping black coffee. I dab concealer under my eyes, trying to hide the remnants of last night’s emotional whiplash. “It said hi, Sticky. That’s it.”

I’m not even sure how to mark Em. Now we were in the room siting on the bed next to each other. Even with the haze I was anxious. I knew what to do as far as sex but everything else was confusing. I guess Em could sense it because he put a finger under my chin and turned my face to look him in the eyes. “Everything ok?” Emerial asked. “I don’t know how to mark you.” I said.

, she is saying it all too fast, but I stand up to buzz her in. I end the call and check my i***a, the first thing i see is mike and kate or kat taking coffee together with the caption ‘off to work with bae’. Who still used the word bae? Then the event of yesterday comes rushing back with a small pound of headache. Emma walks in on cue. “I know yu’ve seen it Ame, what the fuck?”, Emma asked as she drew me into her embrace. As soon as she let go, we went over to the cushion and I told her everything that happened without leaving a single detail.

"Em...I-" "Look, I get it," said Em, standing up and walking to where Sarah was seated and putting her hand to the side of Sarah's head. "You don't have a lesbian bone in your body and John here thinks that all women are bi because...well...because he's a typical douchebag." "What the fuck, Em??" complained John. "I have just the cure for your dilemma, though," Em said, remembering something. She walked over to her satchel and pulled out an object. It was a large flesh colored dildo attached to a harness. She brought it over to Sarah. "Feel it," Em offered. "Go on..."

In the future, he could not deceive his friend's wife, he could only suppress his disgust for Lena and interact with her while holding his nose. He drove the car back home, took a quick shower, chatted with Jordan for a few minutes, and then sat in the living room, planning to grab a book to read. But at that moment, his phone buzzed with a notification that the person he was following had tweeted. Emmett raised an eyebrow slightly, took out his phone and opened T*****r. He saw a post from Emma, a photo, a photo of a bar, but not Moonlight Lounge. Emmett's W******p has been deleted by her, this woman really is something, as soon as she pulls up her pants, she doesn't recognize anyone, and sh