Chapter 3
Rory
Emily had been in a mood last night after I told her the dog was for Con and Mia’s kids but what was I supposed to do, tell her her entire fucking Christmas present before the actual holiday?
I chuckled to myself as I zipped up the large duffle we were both using for clothes. She was so predictable.
“You ready?” I called out. She was in the bathroom packing up our toiletries in a separate bag.
She was in a much better mood this morning but even if she were still pissy over the dog, I was sure that the moment we hit snow up north, she’d be happy again.
Because who the hell didn’t get excited over snow?
“Did you want the green or blue bottle of Axe?” she replied.
I grabbed the overstuffed duffle and walked toward the bathroom, dropping the bag to the floor and stepping into the small space.
It was tiny and really couldn’t fit the two of us, but I found I liked small spaces with Emily.
She was currently standing outside the standing shower stall, glass door wide open, as she considered the bottles in the hang-up caddy.
I stepped right behind her, keeping a small distance from her body. I loved the way her tall, willowy body aligned with mine and my cock twitching under my jeans wasn’t ever shy to tell her, so I kept my distance. “Green,” I answered.
She leaned into the shower, stretching in and thrusting her ass out toward me and I fought a groan. I wanted nothing more than to run my hand up her back, around her side, down her front…
But I was taking my damn time with her. I waited this long—after royally embarrassing myself—I could hold myself back until she was completely ready to take this to the next level.
I wasn’t going anywhere.
Even if I teased myself mercilessly in the meantime.
She stepped back and into me, stumbling and reaching a hand out toward the glass door jamb to steady herself. “Rory!”
I helped steady her by grabbing her hip with my hand. “Sorry,” I said chuckling. “I thought you heard me come in.”
“I did,” she said, turning in my arms. Her upturned face brought her lips so incredibly close to mine.
I could lean in, take the sweetness that was presenting itself…
but I want going to. Not yet. “I just didn’t think you’d be that close.
” She stepped around me and put the bottle in the bag holding all our other bathroom items.
“We need a bigger place,” I answered, hoping it came off in a semi-off-handed manner. Like the puppy, I was trying to give her some long-term items in hopes she’d be willing to take the next step.
“Maybe when I graduate in fifty bajillion years,” she grumbled as she zipped the bag.
“Less than two, actually.”
She turned her head toward me, her face twisted in amusement. “You’re keeping track?”
“For when you get out of the terrible twos and temper tantrums? Fuck yes,” I joked, reaching for her hips and pulling her in, easing the jest with a quick kiss to her lips, finally taking a fraction of what I wanted.
“I’m not that bad,” she said against my lips.
“Oh, Emily.” I shook my head, pulling my head back but keeping my hand on her, sliding it to her lower back.
She was currently in leggings and a long-sleeved t-shirt of mine, allowing me to still feel the dips and grooves of her lower back and spine under the cotton.
In the matter of a few hours, she’d be in a bulky sweatshirt.
I had to get my feels in while I could. “You are that bad.”
I let my hand linger at the small of her back, fighting the urge to slide it down and cup her ass.
Emily was so fucking cute when she pouted. “It’s an expensive program—”
“To fail, yeah, I know,” I finished for her.
“But you’re not going to fail. I shouldn’t have even brought it up,” I chuckled.
“We aren’t supposed to be talking your classes right now.
Right now,” I said, pulling her close, this time allowing my body to rub up against hers, enjoying the feel of her pressed against me.
“Right now we’re getting in my truck and driving north.
” I was sporting a semi and refrained from rubbing myself against her hips the way I ached to do.
I didn’t need to be hard and driving. It would be a long assed drive in that state.
But leaving her in an uncomfortable state…
Hell, if it got her closer to taking the next step with me, I was all for it.
Giving myself the go-ahead, I dropped my hand to her yoga-firmed ass and squeezed the globe before smacking her gently. “Let’s go.”
And before I could give in to anything else—like lifting her on the counter and grinding myself against her opened core—I grabbed the bag from her and left the tiny room.