Chapter Five Emma
Ifinally get to run my fingers through Max’s soft, black hair. Just not in the way that I expected.
My head drops back as my lips part in a broken moan, my fingers curling in his hair as he buries his face between my thighs. A shudder of pleasure rattles through me, making me tremble as his tongue teases me with slow, devastating strokes that make my hips lift off the desk.
A shadow falls over me, making my half-lidded eyes fully open as Josh leans down to claim my mouth with his. I arch my back off my desk beneath me, kissing him harder as he grips my hair.
“So eager,” Josh chuckles lowly before pressing his tongue into my mouth, tasting me.
I gasp when I feel something warm and wet on my right nipple. Ryan’s mouth. I can feel them everywhere. Licking me. Tasting me. Devouring me.
It’s almost too much to bear.
Max plunges his tongue inside of me before dragging it up to my sensitive core, making my wetness stain the inside of my thighs. “And soaking wet. Do you always get this wet, or is this just for us?”
“For you,” I say once Josh gives me a chance to breathe.
Josh shares a pleased look with Max and Ryan. “Isn’t that sweet?”
Ryan squeezes my breasts, his green eyes sweeping over my naked body. “I don’t know about sweet. A sweet girl doesn’t act all needy and desperate like this.”
His words makes heat swirl in my stomach, my core throbbing with need as I teeter on the edge of orgasm. “Please…”
Max deals a teasing bite to my inner thigh, making me gasp. “She did say please.”
Josh leans closer to me, drawing my eyes to his. “How bad do you want to come, baby? Tell us.”
My face heats up as they surround me, fully dressed in their suits, making me feel all that more exposed and even more turned on. “I’ll do anything.”
Josh glances over at Ryan, who lifts his brows. “What do you think? Good enough?”
When Ryan’s expression doesn’t even change, desperation hits me, nearly making me shake. “Please…”
Ryan finally smirks. “I want her to fall apart.”
“Done,” Max replies before pressing his mouth flush against my core, his tongue rolling over my clit.
I toss my head back in ecstasy, quickly becoming touched and covered once more by Josh’s and Ryan’s lips and hands. I revel in every single touch, the muscles in my stomach tensing more and more as my release approaches at lightning speed. I’m so close.
“Oh…yes!” I cry out, approaching the edge. Closer and closer.
I jerk awake in bed with a shaky breath, all semblances of ecstasy disappearing in an instant as I return to reality. Heat lingers on my skin, almost to the point of me breaking a sweat, and it doesn’t help that embarrassment rams me like a freight train.
“Oh my God,” I breathe out before burying my face in my hands.
I cannot believe I just had a sex dream about them! It’s bad enough that I have to struggle through being around them in person. Now, my sleep isn’t even safe.
There is too much riding on this project for me to be distracted. I have to be at the top of my game, but I just can’t seem to stop thinking about how handsome they are, how nice and deep their voices sound close to me..
Why did it have to be the dirtiest dream my twisted mind could come up with?
Before I can even get out of bed to shower and gather myself, a knock sounds on the front door, making my eyes widen in disbelief. It’s not even seven o’clock! Who in the world is knocking on the door?
I haul myself out of bed and pull on my white robe, wrapping it around my still flushed body as I head through the small apartment to the door. I glance through the peephole, expecting maintenance or someone from the office, but it’s worse. Way worse.
I unlock the door and pull it open to face my two older brothers, Andrew and Ethan. “You couldn’t call first?”
Andrew gives me a pointed look as he waves his phone at me. “We did. We called you like four times, kid.”
I wrinkle my nose at him before stepping back so that they can come in.
Ethan is so tall and lean that he almost reaches the top of the doorway, while Andrew has actually learned a thing or two from all his time in medical school to keep himself in decent shape. He’s still a fiend for donuts, though.
“I’m surprised you’re not at the hospital,” I tell Andrew as they follow me into the kitchen where they make themselves at home and start the coffee maker.
“I don’t go in for another hour,” Andrew replies as he grabs my milk out of the fridge. He then turns to me with a stern but kind look on his face. “I thought we agreed that cutting out dairy would be a good thing for you to do. There are plenty of alternatives.”
I let out a groan and steal the carton from him. “I’ve been a little busy since getting back. Specialized grocery shopping will have to wait until later this week.”
“I have to go to the store tonight. What do you need? I’ll grab it,” Ethan offers as he leans against the counter next to the coffee maker.
They’ve always been like this. Kind but a little overbearing. A diet version of our parents.
“I can buy my own milk, Ethan,” I assure him before hugging him. “Thank you, though.”
Ethan gives me a squeeze before letting me go. “We just want you to be comfortable now that you’re back home. You didn’t have to deal with finding a place. You could’ve stayed with either of us or with Mom and Dad.”
Andrew chuckles. “That would’ve been a nightmare for her. Plus, my hours are all over the place, and you pretty much live at the law office.”
“She would’ve had plenty of privacy and more money in her pocket,” Ethan replies before shrugging. “But you’re a big girl. You can make your own decisions.”
“Wow, I’m twenty-seven, and you’ve finally accepted that?” I question him, unable to hide the amusement glinting in my eyes.
“Smart ass. How are you doing at work? The guys treating you well?”
Oh, right. All of my embarrassment and shock comes flooding back to me, along with what I remember from my dream. I’m so glad that they can’t read minds. They would be horrified if they could see what’s in mine right now.
“Oh, uh, yeah,” I reply as I put my back to them to pour us all a cup of coffee. I have to somehow go see them and act like I just didn’t have a raunchy dream intense enough to leave me sweating.
“Good. I’m glad they saw your talent,” Andrew tells me as he steps up to my side. “They’re lucky to have you.”
Guilt churns in my stomach as I hear the warmth in his voice. The five of them have been close for years, and it feels like I’m spitting on a good friendship by fantasizing about the guys. It’s just wrong.
They should be family to me! Not parts of a fantasy.
“Thanks,” I say before handing them each a cup of piping hot coffee. “It’ll be a fun project. Challenging, but fun.”
They’ve always believed in me, even when our parents were trying to get me to choose another field to work in. No matter what, they have my back, but I guess that’s what older brothers are meant to do. They’re the best ones that I could’ve ever asked for.
Once we all fix our coffee, we linger in the kitchen, keeping an eye on the time as we chit chat about what’s been going on lately. It actually takes my mind off things until Andrew drops a bomb on me.
“Oh, yeah. Before we go,” Andrew says as I walk them to the foyer, “we wanted to tell you that Mom and Dad are doing a family dinner on Friday.”
My eyes widen. “What? Family dinner?”
Ethan nods and gives me an encouraging pat on my shoulder. “It’ll be fine. They just want to hear how everything is going and what you have in mind for the future.”
I love my parents, but I hate talking about the future with them. They already have something in mind that I don’t even want. I’m going to be up to my neck in work, and the last thing that I want to deal with on top of that is pressure from my family.
“You know that you have to go,” Andrew reminds me.
I sigh and nod. “Doesn’t mean that I’ll be happy about it.”
Andrew chuckles and hugs me goodbye. “Take care of yourself.”
Ethan takes over and squeezes me tightly. “Hang in there.”
That means don’t do anything risky to get myself hurt or put in jail. They don’t want to see me in their places of work, and I’d rather not end up there anyway.
Once they leave, I practically run to the shower to get ready for work. The guys are relaxed when it comes to start and end times, but we have deadlines to meet. We only have a few weeks to revamp everything, and we can’t afford to waste time.
When I arrive at the office with snowflakes adorning my hair, I’m immediately waved over by Max at his desk. “Sorry, I’m a little late. Andrew and Ethan swung by this morning.”
Max tenses a little. “Oh, they did? Everything okay?”
Interesting reaction. “Yeah, they just wanted to check in and let me know that there’s a family dinner this Friday.”
Max relaxes and nods. “I’ve been meaning to see them. Might be hard while we’re still working on the update.”
“Speaking of which, did your UI guys get back to you about my notes?” I ask him.
“Yep, let’s go over them together.” Max pats the top of his desk. “Pull up a chair.”
I barely even hear what he says. The moment his hand touches the desk, my mind goes back to the dream and how he had me laid down on mine. Naked. Begging for him to finish me off.
“Emma?”
I snap out of my thoughts and lower my head to hide my burning red cheeks. How am I supposed to function like this? It’s fun and easy working with them, but I’m constantly hit with a barrage of inappropriate thoughts and accompanying guilt.
It’s a torturous cycle that I don’t know my way out of. Maybe there is no escape until the project is over with.
In that case…this is going to be the longest few weeks of my life.