Chapter 14 Emmett
EMMETT
Ineed to get out of here. I've stayed long enough and used up all my social battery.
And I need to get away from her. Away from those hazel eyes.
Those perfect bow lips. Her insanely toned body.
One that I licked and kissed all over, committed to memory.
And her laugh. The way it makes my balls tingle.
"Ready?" I ask Sully.
Sully frowns, the rest of the boys have already left. I know he's flirting with that Vi girl, but she's not coming home with him tonight. Not to my place.
"Yeah. Let me say goodbye."
He heads over to the girls, hugs Collette, then says something flirtatious, I assume, to Vi that makes her laugh and her cheeks turn pink.
She hands him her phone, he puts his number in, then grins like he won the lottery before saying goodbye.
He's such a player. Girls love that golden retriever vibe.
I say goodbye to Pierre and Felix and thank them for a good night. I don't dare look at Joelle. I can't.
"See you Monday, with my microphone," Collette teases.
"I'll still be grunting," I tell her, which makes her laugh.
Unfortunately, Jo is seated beside her, and my eyes drift over to her. She looks away and pretends to join in on the conversation the girls are having.
Then Sully and I head out.
"Dude," Sully says. "Vi gave me her number."
"I saw."
"She's gorgeous. And sexy. Did you see her smile?"
I shake my head. "Nope."
"You're lying. Everyone saw her smile."
We reach my door, I unlock it, and we head inside. Sully drops his jacket on the couch and heads straight to my fridge. "Beer?" he asks.
"Yeah." I take a seat.
He grabs two and hands me one, we both settle on the couch.
"That was a good party," he says.
"Yeah."
"Good food. Good beer. Hot women." He smirks, wiggling his brows.
"Most were taken or off-limits." I grunt, taking a sip of my beer.
"Speaking of hot women," he continues. "The sister is fucking gorgeous." My hand tightens on the beer. "She seems cool, too. Quiet compared to Lettie. But anyone is compared to her." He laughs. "She seems a bit like you, doesn't like social gatherings."
"Or she was just jet-lagged," I add.
Sully nods. "True. I forgot about that."
And you shouldn't talk about the St. Pierre sisters like that."
"I'm just saying she's hot to my best friend. Not to her fricken brothers. You can't tell me you didn't notice."
"I noticed." I take a large sip of beer.
"Right? Those eyes. And that body. She's ..."
"Sully," I warn him.
"What?"
"Stop talking about her," I warn him again.
Sully stares at me silently for a couple of moments. "You're being weird."
"No, I'm not."
"Yes, you are. Different weird, though."
"This is me being me," I argue.
His eyes narrow on me as he sips his beer. "No. That's not it."
I drain my beer, get up, and grab another.
"Emmett?" he calls out after me.
"Drop it, Sully."
"Not happening. I've known you all my life. Something's going on with you. Your grumpiness has more edginess to it tonight. And it started right after your conversation with Jo. What happened?"
I lean against the counter and stare at my beer. Should I tell him? He's my best friend, has been since we were kids. If I can't tell him, who can I tell? Maybe if I tell him, he can help me.
"I fucked up," I say finally, walking back into my living room, sliding back onto my space on the couch.
"You fucked up. Like, how bad are we talking?"
"Bad."
Sully leans forward. "Like ... illegal bad? Or just stupid bad? I mean, either way, you know I'll help you."
I appreciate the sentiment. "Stupid bad."
His eyes widen. "You never do anything stupid. Okay. Tell me."
I take a breath. "You remember when I went to London?"
"Yeah, catching up with your cousin."
"He dragged me out and told me I needed to have fun."
"Like I always tell you," Sully adds. Which earns him a glare. "Continue."
"And you know how I met a girl."
"The one who disappeared in the morning ...” He stills. “Fuck ... no ... no ..." Sully says, putting two and two together.
"Yep."
"Fuck." He runs his hand through his hair. "You're so fucked. If Pierre or Felix finds out."
"No fucking shit."
He nods, and I can see him processing the information. "How the hell did this happen?"
"Wasn't planned. We just randomly met out one night. We went home together. She disappeared in the morning, and I never saw her again until tonight."
Sully's eyes widen. "This explains so much."
"Right?"
"You know the rules."
"No shit, but I didn't know she was my teammate's sister when it happened. I went with the flow. Threw caution to the wind. And look what happened."
"You screwed your teammate's sister."
"Stop saying that. I didn't do it on purpose. What are the fucking chances?"
"Fuck."
"I know."
"And you want to do it again?"
"Yes. I mean, what? No."
"It's written all over your face." Sully smirks.
"She's off-limits."
"Doesn't mean you don't want her," he argues.
"I can't have her," I argue back.
"Yet you didn't deny you don't want her."
I stare at him. "Stop talking in circles. You're confusing me."
"You still think she’s hot. I know you haven't banged anyone since the summer, so ..."
"There is no 'so ...'" I remind him.
"No shit. You set the rules, Cap." He laughs.
"This isn't fucking funny.”
"It kind of is."
"Fuck you. I'm going through something."
"Sorry, Cap. But ..." He continues to chuckle.
"I'm so fucked," I tell him, shaking my head.
"Not necessarily. As long as nothing happens now that you know who she is, you'll be fine. But the two of you will need to take this to the grave," he warns me.
No shit. There is no way in hell I'm ever letting Pierre or Felix know what I've done to their little sister. "Nothing is ever going to happen between us ever again."
Sully gives me a look like he doesn't believe me.
Nothing can happen. Ever.
"Okay. Well, I'm beat." He gets up off the couch.
"You know where to go. See ya in the morning."
"You too," he says, walking away from the living room. "Hey, Cap?" he calls out. I look up at him. "Don't stress about it. Put it out of your mind. Especially as we have a game on Monday night."
"Thanks, Sully."
"Anytime, dickhead." He laughs, walking to the guest room.
I head toward my own room, but instead of cleaning up before bed, I grab my phone, lie down, and call my cousin.
He answers on the third ring. "Emmett? What the fuck, mate? It's three in the morning."
Oh shit. "I need to tell you something."
"It couldn't wait for another couple of hours. This’d better be good," he grumbles.
"Remember that girl? From the club in London."
There’s silence for a bit before he answers. "Yes. What about her?"
"I found her."
"What? How?" This has woken him up.
"She was at the party I was just at, in New York."
"What the hell is she doing in New York?" he asks.
"She's moved here."
"Fuck, man. What a small world." He chuckles. "I'm assuming it didn't go so well, because you're talking to me and not fucking her."
"Yeah. Shit just got complicated."
"How?"
"She's the sister of two of my teammates."
Silence.
"What the fuck, cuz?"
"I didn't know," I argue, trying to protect myself.
"They are going to kill you."
"They don't know. I'm not going to tell them."
"They are going to know when they find out you're dating their sister," he adds.
I shake my head. "I'm not dating her."
Silence again.
"Then why the fuck are you calling me?"
"I just ..."
"She's off-limits now, cuz. I'm happy you found her. But now you're screwed."
"I know. And what's even worse is she lives at the end of my hall."
Lincoln bursts out laughing. "You've got to be fucking shitting me. Karma has it in for you."
"Right?"
"She still as hot as you remember?" he asks.
"Yeah. Even more so."
He whistles down the line. "You're screwed."
"She's also the team's physio."
He bursts out laughing again. "The hits keep coming. Next time she rubs you down, you're going to have to think of something else. Otherwise, you're going to end up with a boner. And I don't think she's going to end your massage session with a happy ending."
"Fuck." I didn't even think about that. If she needs to work on me, I'm screwed. So, fucking screwed.
Lincoln just keeps laughing. "Thanks for the early morning jokes."
"Glad I could be of service in my hour of need," I grumble.
"You woke me up, you get what you get," he spits back. True. "Now, fuck off so I can get some sleep."
"Night." I hang up.
I'm so fucking screwed.