“What happened?” Emmett asks, trying to hold back a laugh.
“Coming in here before drying off was not a good idea.”
“Clearly,” Dom replies, giving me a smirk. I can’t help but smile back at him, but I still push his hand off of the ancient peas and hold them myself.
“So, are we set for Friday?” Cameron asks.
“We are,” Dom replies, smiling at his Omega. I don’t feel jealousy per se at their relationship, more so of a hankering to intertwine myself into it. As I glance at Emmett, he seems the same way. Could it be this easy and simple? Bringing all of these people together.
I stop that line of thinking quickly.Stop over romanticizing, Kelsey.
“Your wall is fixed. If there is anything else I can do around the house, just let me know,” Dom says. Cameron droops against my hideous dark gray linoleum counters. “Looks like I need to get somebody else home, anyway.”
He cups my jaw, and I stare into his dark brown eyes. “Friday,” he says with a smile.
“Friday,” I reply.
“Bye, beautiful Kelsey!” Cameron says as Dom scoops him over his shoulder. “Bye, handsome as fuck Emmett.”
Emmett laughs next to me as I open the front door for them, and Dom carries Cameron out to the car.
“Did you give him another drink while I was in here?” I scold Emmett.
He shrugs his shoulders. “He wanted it, almost as badly as everyone wants you. I can’t say I blame them, since I know what you taste like. I think I need a reminder,” Emmett says.
Suddenly my back is against the wall, the pressure of Emmett’s thigh is against my core and his lean arms are boxing me in.
“Is that so?” I say.
He leans in, his nose pressed against my throat. “How the hell do you still smell like blueberries after being in the pool all day?” He kisses my throat and I sigh, my back and butt hitting against the door, and I wince.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, furrowing his brow.
“I hit my ass pretty hard earlier.”
He kisses my forehead. “You want to just go hang out outside for a while?”
My cheeks hurt from smiling so much around Emmett. I nod my head. He shuffles the towel with his foot, drying up the rest of the water on the kitchen floor. “You got any food here, sugar?”
“Emmett, I think I need to tell you something before this goes any further,” I say seriously, and his face changes, fear etched in his brow. “I don’t grocery shop much or cook. I have an addiction to food delivery.”
He exhales. “What do you want to eat?”
“Why is that the sexiest thing I’ve heard all night?”
He smiles, pulling up his phone and the amount of food apps on there is enough to make me agree to marriage on the spot.
“Oh, wings, definitely,” I say, clicking on the app and picking out what I want before handing Emmett his phone back. He follows me outside. I love it out here. It’s my haven. I have so many twinkly lights that are glowing with the sunset. Now that the sun isn’t beaming on us, it feels nice outside.
Emmett and I sit together on the one piece of shareable furniture. It’s hands down the best thing I’ve ever found dumpster diving. I was fortunate that Smith was here and could throw it in his truck. Smith. Thinking about my brother makes me sigh.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Emmett says. He lies down first and I curl up against his side.
“Just missing my brother. It’s kinda pathetic. He’s only been gone a few days. I’m happy to have some freedom, but I miss the grump. Do you have any other family?”
He shifts underneath me. “No siblings, but I’ve been thinking about looking into any other family members. My parents kept to themselves, never talked about their families. But there’s no way that I have five dads and one mom and don’t have a single cousin out there.”
“You should do one of those ancestry tests.”