My cock pulses as I watch them, fierce desire burning through my veins. I meet West’s gaze, and for a second, we’re completely on the same team, both of us itching to tear Trent away from the woman we want to claim.
When Trent and Emma finally separate, she’s breathing harder, and she shoots me an almost questioning gaze, as if she can’t believe I’m not objecting to this.
Believe me, Ems. I want to.
I don’t have to work hard to guess what comes next. But West, the cocky bastard, doesn’t pull Emma from Trent’s hold. He waits for her to turn to face him, and when she does, he holds out his hand.
There’s a small tremor in hers as she takes it, and the flush staining her cheeks is fucking gorgeous. She steps toward him, and he pulls her down onto his lap, settling her over one leg as he sits up straighter.
I can’t help myself. I stand, joining Trent as we watch West kiss Emma. He threads his hand through her hair and tightens his grip, and she moans softly into his mouth.
Fucking hell.
I’m fully hard by now, my cock pressing painfully against the confines of my pants, and I shift a little, adjusting myself as Emma strains against West’s grip on her hair to kiss him harder.
Shit. Did she kiss me like that? Did she lose herself that completely while my lips were devouring hers?
Their kiss goes on long enough that I start to lose the last grip on my self-control, and I’m pretty sure Trent is about a second and a half away from throwing Ems over his shoulder and hauling her back to his room like a caveman.
Actually, that doesn’t sound like a bad idea.
When Emma comes up for air from her kiss with West, I swear I can practically smell her arousal, and I’m positive if I slipped my hand between her legs now, I’d find her absolutely soaked.
She blinks up at me and Trent, biting her swollen bottom lip. We’re all quiet for a moment, then she stands, accepting West’s offered hand as she does. Her knees wobble a little, and I take some pride in that. The others may have contributed, but I had something to do with that too. Between the three of us, we’ve left her hot and needy, so worked up she can barely keep her legs under her.
Fuck, I like that.
Emma takes a step away from West, as if she needs distance from all three of us to clear her thoughts.
“And you’re… you’re all okay with this?” she asks, shifting her gaze to Trent and then West. “With me exploring my feelings for each of you?”
Trent nods, his expression grim and determined.
West stands too, his movements deliberate. “Yeah. I’m okay with it. Whatever helps you choose.”
She looks a little shell-shocked, like she never in a million years expected this to happen. Something else passes over her face at West’s last words, and it looks almost like disappointment. But it’s gone before I can really be sure I saw it, and then Emma gives a little nod.
“All right. I’m going to go to bed. We should all get some sleep, it was a long, crazy day.”
Yeah, tell me about it. And that’s not even counting the insane shit with Leslie and getting hauled in to the police station.
“Yeah. We should all get some rest,” I say pointedly, shifting my focus to my two best friends.
They bristle right back at me as I usher Ems toward my bedroom, where she’s been staying since she came to live with us. I don’t say anything to either of them, but my body language says plenty.
We might’ve agreed that we’ll each pursue Emma and let her decide who she wants, but I’m not letting one of these fuckers sneak into her room tonight. I know she’s slept with each of them, and now that we’ve made our agreement, there’s a decent chance she will again. And I need to be okay with that.
But for tonight? I’d fight either one of these dudes if they try anything.
Emma stops at the doorway to my room and sweeps her gaze over all of us, her expression softening. With her blonde hair slightly mussed and her cheeks still flushed a gorgeous pink, she looks like a damn angel.
“Thank you.” Her blush deepens, and she shakes her head, gesturing over to the couch where we were sitting a minute ago. “Uh, not for that. But for… for being on my side. It’s still hard to believe that Leslie is doing all of this, but it really helps to know I’ve got people in my corner.”
“Always, Ems.” I grin at her. “No matter what.”
She smiles and closes the door softly behind her. West, Trent, and I all exchange looks, but there’s no point in hashing this all out tonight. There’s not a lot to say anyway. Like we all agreed, it’s Emma’s choice now. All each of us can do is try to convince her to pick us.
They both disappear into their bedrooms, but I know there’s no fucking way I’ll be able to sleep yet. Instead of crashing on the couch, I head to the bathroom and turn on the shower. My cock is still hard as hell, and as I step under the spray, I wrap my fist around myself.