“Did you know he had photos of you on his hard drive and all over his house? He followed you around for what looks like it could have been a few weeks. Taking pictures anywhere he could.” Creed explained to her.
“Oh.” She breathed out. “I had no idea. I mean, he was pushy and one of the other girls I worked with told me was obsessed with me, but I didn’t really believe it. Why would he; I’m nothing special? Plus, he never gave me the creepy guy vibe, ya know?” She told them, disbelief written in every line of her face.
“Nothing special, huh?” Dane questioned with a dark glint in his eyes, full of promises for her.
“Christ, you two, curb your dicks for a bit and let the girl breathe.” Linc laughed.
Groaning in embarrassment, Emily got off his lap with a whispered “good night” to everyone before going inside.
Holy crap sticks! Talk about testosterone overload! Shit! She laughed to herself while walking inside. Taking a peek over her shoulder, Linc and Creed had huge smiles on their handsome faces. They were like polar opposites. Creed was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome; his eyes were as dark as night, his inky black hair was cut in a sexy faux hawk that never seemed mussed or had a hair out of place, and his chiseled features were like hard granite. Full lips, a crooked, probably broken more than once nose, and the constant five o’clock shadow he had going on made him every girl’s walking dream man. And those muscles, oh those muscles. Panty melters for sure! His shoulders were wide and defined, his entire body was the total package.
Linc was every bit as masculine and sexy. His hair was a shade lighter and also longer, in a constant messy disarray that was oddly cute. His eyes were like a deep pool of sand. They were so light, almost golden, maybe? But they were happy and alight with laughter and humor. She sensed he had secrets, though, that maybe not everyone knew.
Looking at Dane and Coop had her blush intensified, the heat and desire in their eyes made her knees weak with lust and had her soaking her panties in seconds. Turning around and rushing up the stairs, she realized too late that she had no idea where she was going or sleeping.
Not worried about it, she decided to explore. They had a lovely home, the walls were all a nice calming cream color. They had random photos scattered up the hallway on the staircase, which brought a welcoming feel to it. Reaching the top she saw there was a photo of Dane, Coop, Kenney and her brothers dressed up for Halloween as stormtroopers that had her laughing out loud. Now knowing who probably brought any of the décor into the house, it had to be Kenny.
She enjoyed the plush feel of the thick carpet on her bare feet walking up the stairs so much that when her foot landed on the cold hardwood floor she yelped from the coolness of it. A shiver up her spine had her moving forward to find a nice warm shower, hopefully. With two doors on the right, one on the left, and one at the end of the hall, she moved forward opening doors as she went.
Opening the first door on her right, she immediately stepped back and closed it. Who knew they were so disorganized? The room contained boxes upon boxes of stuff, with other things just strewn about. Like someone had just tossed everything in there and left it. Moving to the next door she found a washroom, functional, but again like everything else bland and screamed bachelor pad.
Deciding to just go to the door at the end of the hall, she opened it and let out a gasp of surprise. Now, this is a room for a woman. It was gorgeous. A four-poster bed surrounded by a sheer white lace curtain with large light pink and purple or
chids stitched into it draped over the top and flowed down the sides. Leaving the end open and inviting, just waiting for her to crawl in. Big fluffy pillows piled two or three high were thrown around the top, and a gorgeous white duvet blanket decorated with the same design as the curtain was splayed across it.
Looking around the rest of the room, she noticed the two tall white chest of drawers with a matching dresser and mirror set between them, up against the opposite wall. There was also a huge walk-in closet with the doors wide open. Taking a peek inside she noticed it was empty, but she could probably turn it into another room, that’s how huge it was.
Along the other wall near the window was a sitting area with two overstuffed black leather chairs and a fireplace sitting in front of them for warmth. Having the crisp snow white plush carpet in the room made it feel warm and welcoming.
Deciding to forgo the shower for now because she was exhausted from answering questions all day and still sore from her injury, she stripped down to just her bra and panties, placing her other clothes in a pile in the corner and climbed into the welcoming bed.
Burrowing under the covers and plopping down on the mountain of pillows, she let out a sigh in comfort, thinking the only way to make the moment even more perfect was if Coop and Dane were in bed with her.
“We have to fix this. Her emotions are like a revolving door. One minute she’s open and the next she’s closed tighter than a seal. I hate seeing what it does to her,” Coop said watching Emily go back inside.
“She’s got a fire in her. Give her more credit. When this ends, you guys will have your hands full.” Creed taunted them.
Getting up, Coop slapped him on the back, hard, following Emily inside. Throwing a “Thanks, buddy” over his shoulder as he went. Going into the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of water, he turned around, almost running into Dane. “Fuck, dude, how many times do I gotta tell your big ass to make some noise? One of these days your stealth is gonna land you with a bullet in your ass.” It was an argument they had many times — Dane not making a noise and sneaking up behind him.
Snorting at the thought, he chided. “When you’re fast enough, Coop; when you’re fast enough.”
In all the years they’d been friends, he didn’t think they’d had any awkward moments or odd silences, but they were currently in limbo. Neither saying anything, yet neither leaving the room. “What’s going on, Dane?” He finally broke the silence.
“Are you gonna move in now? She’s here, we’ve got her, and no matter what happens after we nail this bastard to the wall, I won’t let her leave. Not without one hell of a fight,” Dane stated matter of factly.
He stood there watching his friend for a moment. It wasn’t really a matter of whether he’d move in or not, it was more about whether she could handle the both of them; if she would want them for the rest of her life. The question also had him thinking about why Dane had seemed so reluctant about bringing her here from the hospital.
“Why didn’t you want to bring Em here? You hesitated when Nate suggested it last night.” He stated watching Dane closely.
Looking down and taking a deep breath, Dane finally looked up. “I didn’t want her to feel that just because she was here, she had to be with us. I didn’t want her feeling pressured, ya know? It’s not how I want the three of us to start. Plus, you weren’t living here yet either,” he explained, making sense, which Coop hated. He didn’t want Emily feeling pressured to be with them either, though.
Nodding his head in acquiescence, he motioned for the stairs saying, “Shall we go find our girl then?”
Going through the house and up the stairs, they found her in the room they had always intended to share with the woman they would have. Seeing her asleep, lost in the pillows and blankets with just a glimpse of her through the sheer curtains and the moonlight cascading down on her like a spotlight, cracked his chest open just a little bit more. She looked so angelic laying on the pillow that it created a halo-like effect.
Walking closer, his breath got caught in his throat at how peaceful she looked lying there. Seeing Dane from the corner of his eye removing his clothes down to his boxer-briefs, he sucked in a breath as he pulled the blankets back to reveal her nearly nude form. Sleeping in just her bra and panties was sexier than he’d imagined. The lacy red bra cupped her breasts in such a way that they pushed up and looked soft and welcoming like he could rest his head on them and they would cocoon him in their warmth. It had white lace trimming along the top to emphasize the perfect roundness of them. The little matching panties held her perfectly. They were just thin enough to see through but not to see everything.
He was practically salivating in impatience to get inside her, between her, basically anywhere he could touch her. Stripping down, he watched in fascination as Dane’s large hands moved up and down her thighs. He had her rolling to her back and letting out a soft moan.