CHAPTER THREE
Booker told Cash that it’s physically impossible to hum while you plug your nose. Cash has been trying to do it for the last fifteen minutes. I think he’s been outsmarted by an eight-year-old.
~Text from Emmett to Kinsley~
Kinsley
It’s been three weeks since I met Emmett, and I’ve only seen him once since our first date.
I might be jonesing for my tree. To be fair, he was supposed to come see me last week, but he ended up having to work because a flu bug was going through the department.
We’ve talked and texted every day, and I’m falling in love with him.
Have I told him yet? Hell no. I’m not ready to go that far.
He has to work this weekend, but I’m contemplating going home to surprise him on one of the days.
That first day after breakfast, I met up with Hanna, Christy, and Mary over at Anna’s place.
I got a million questions about Emmett, what we talked about and what happened.
Most of the questions were innocent. There was definitely some teasing coming from Hanna since we’ve known each other our entire lives, though she’s always quick to point out that she’s six months older than I am.
If I do go home this weekend, while Emmett’s busy working, I’m gonna go look at some apartments.
Both Mary and Christy are ready to move out of Anna’s place.
They love living there, but they want to experience living on their own.
I would love to have them as roommates while I get myself settled back in town.
As much as I love my dad, I do not want to live at home with him.
Somehow, I think I might walk in on something I don’t wanna see.
Tonight I should be studying and working on my final paper, but I’m gonna be bad and order food in and either read or watch some trashy television.
I’m all studied out for the week. I only have two more tutoring sessions after my class tomorrow, then my practical on Friday morning.
This week can already be done. One week closer to graduation and one week closer to not having to dodge Ethan.
We haven’t gone out in months, but he still tries to act like we’re something when we’re in study groups and at the library.
I even told him and the group I have a boyfriend, but the bugger is persistent.
Luckily for me, one of the girls in our study group has a crush on him and is always grabbing the seat next to him, so it gives me space.
That’s more than enough thinking for today.
I change into my comfy pajama pants and t-shirt.
I slide on my slippers and sit down on the couch with my tablet and phone.
I order some food and change my mind about reading, grabbing the remote to check what is playing.
My roommate made an appearance yesterday, so I don’t expect her back till next week.
She’s living with her boyfriend, but her parents are strict and against living together before marriage.
They pay her rent, so she still keeps stuff here and sleeps here on occasion to keep up the facade.
I don’t mind since it keeps the apartment peaceful, and I didn’t need to find a roommate for this last semester.
I find a show I can lose myself in for the night.
I love watching the train wreck that is the people looking for sister wives.
I swear, some of the men must be amazing in the bedroom because otherwise I can’t understand why some of these women stay.
Not that the lifestyle is wrong, but the men on the show leave a shit ton to be desired.
I’m about fifteen minutes or so into the show when there’s a knock on my door.
It must not be a busy night for the food-delivery people, because it usually takes closer to half an hour for my food to get here.
I go to the door and open it, and I’m stunned.
Before I can say a word, there’s a growl, and I’m jumping up to hug him and I’m caught midair.
“You didn’t look through the peephole or ask who it was.
” I stop my tree’s rant by kissing him like I’ve been wanting to do for so many days…
hell, weeks. Emmett moves us inside and kicks the door closed.
He turns us around, and I’m pushed up against the wall as he breaks the kiss.
“I couldn’t wait any longer to see you. Texts and calls weren’t enough.
” I give in to my urge and give him another kiss before I speak.
“I thought you were busy with training tonight and tomorrow.” I know I’m heavy, so I try to slide down out of his arms as I wait for his answer, but he just squeezes me closer to him and walks over to the couch and sits down, keeping me in his lap.
“I was, but the trainee hurt their knee in training with another officer, so they're out of work for at least a couple of weeks. I got back my day off tomorrow. I know you have school and tutoring tomorrow, but if you’re okay with it, I thought I’d spend the night so we can spend some time together.
I’ll head home when you leave for school.
I can even sleep here on the couch if you want. ”
Oh no, I may not be that experienced, but I am not passing up a chance to have him in my bed. I’m smarter than that!
“No, you don’t need to sleep on the couch.
I want you in my bed. I—” A knock at the door interrupts me.
Emmett gives me a questioning look. “Were you expecting someone?” I nod and start to climb off his lap, though with my lack of coordination, I’m sure it looked like a baby deer trying to walk for the first time.
“I ordered dinner. I was gonna veg out and watch dumb shows. I bought enough for leftovers, so there’s plenty to eat if you want some.
” Emmett stands up and moves around me to answer the door.
“A dinner in with you sounds like a perfect evening.” He opens the door and quickly gets the food from the delivery person.
“I’ve got Coke, iced tea, water, or juice.
Oh! I think I have wine.” Emmett brings the food to the coffee table.
“Coke works for me, darlin’.” Tonight’s gonna be a much better night than I thought it was gonna be.
Oh shit! Did I shave my legs this morning?
Girl, this is not the time to freak out.
You know you're good with the shaving since you went to class in shorts today.
Focus. Drinks and get back in there with the hulk of a man that might just actually be your boyfriend… maybe.
Emmett
This evening has been great and torturous at the same time.
Spending time with Kinsley has been great, and seeing her smile and her expressions in person are a million times better than calls and texts, even though I’ve loved all those as well.
No, the torture started the moment she opened the door and hopped into my arms. The feeling of her in my arms with her legs wrapped around my waist and her hands around my neck settled something inside of me that I didn’t know was tense.
It also made me instantly hard. The urge to take her right there and rip off her thin pajama pants was almost insurmountable.
My restraint to hold off when there was a knock on the door was Herculean.
I’m pretty sure it could be studied in the future for extreme achievements in the human race.
If you could have held her ass like I did, you would…
come to think of it, never mind. I don’t want anyone picturing having the opportunity to feel it that way.
We finished eating a bit ago, and Kinsley has us watching some show that I couldn’t tell you exactly what’s going on because my focus is on her, curled up in my arms, and how right that feels.
Kinsley moves and looks up at me. “You know we must think alike a bit, because I was making plans to come home this weekend and see you when I could between your shifts.” Color me surprised.
“You were?” She nods. “Yeah, I want to see you as much as you want to see me. I was thinking I would see you when you were off and not busy with Booker, and when you were working, go apartment hunting with Mary and Christy.”
She pauses and bites her lower lip, telling me she’s got more to say.
“Actually, I’m thinking of still coming to town.
What do you think?” I use my thumb to touch her lip so she doesn’t keep biting it.
“Baby, I’ll see you anytime I can. I have full shifts those days, but on Saturday, when I get off, I won’t have Booker.
His mom has plans for them. I could take you out on a date, and you can fill me in on if you gals find a place to move into.
” The smile she gives me almost takes my breath away.
I can’t imagine a time in my life when I won’t work to see that smile as often as I can.
Her expression changes, and I can tell she’s got an idea.
I wait her out, because let’s face it, at this point, I’d probably go along with almost anything as long as she keeps staying in my arms. Kinsley doesn’t stay still, though.
She sits up, turns, and climbs onto my lap, facing me.
I was already hard, but I can feel myself leaking.
Holy hell, having her in my lap is a new dream come true.
My hands immediately move to cup her ass.
I may not be a genius, but I’m not a dumb man and will grab her ass whenever I can.
I love how she’s got enough to fill my hands.