Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
“Don’t come yet,” I warn. “You’re going to come with us.”
“I can’t control it,” she whines.
“You can do it,” I encourage, as I start to move in and out of her, setting a pace.
Easton starts moving too, trying his best to match my movement. Emma’s hands find my shirt, wrapping her fingers around the fabric like she is trying to pull me closer.
“I can’t hold it,” she says, her voice strained.
“Not yet,” I order, fucking her harder now.
Easton’s moves become erratic, and I know he is close too. We thrust into her a few more times before I feel the familiar tingle of my impending release.
“Come for us, Emma, come all over our cocks,” I tell her in a voice I barely recognize as my own. And then she does. Her whole body tightens, her pussy squeezing me so tightly my own orgasm slams into me.
Easton groans loudly while Emma lets out a moan that the neighbors probably heard. I come so hard, my vision goes blurry for a second. Ropes of cum fill the condom as Emma’s cunt milks me dry.
I’m still seeing stars when I feel Easton pull out of her ass gently. I do the same with her pussy, slipping out carefully, before sitting up so I can look at her.
Emma is leaning against Easton’s chest. Her eyes are open but hooded, and she is looking at me with a sated expression and a soft smile. Smiling back at her, I get up from the bed and pull the condom off so I can throw it into the small trash bin next to Emma’s desk.
When I turn back around, Emma is sitting up straight, and Easton is getting up from the bed. She is usually very tired after sex, and I expect her to lie back and let us tuck her in, but she just sits there on the bed. She pulls her legs together and toward her until her knees are up against her chest. Then she brings her hands to her face and lets her head fall into her palms. Her shoulders start to shake, and I realize she is crying.
What the fuck?
“Please, just leave,” she sobs into her hands.
“No way. You need to tell us what’s wrong. Why are you crying?” My words just make her cry harder. I stare at her, not sure what to do. Neither does Easton. When I glance over at him, he just shrugs.
I sit back down on the bed and pull her into my lap. She doesn’t fight me. Quite the opposite. Once she is settled in my lap, she wraps her arms around my shoulders and buries her face in my neck. She is holding onto me like she is scared of letting go. She continues to cry, her small body shaking in my hold with each ragged breath she takes.
Easton comes to join us on the bed, and he places his hand on Emma’s back. “Please, tell us why you are crying,” he tries again, but Emma won’t say a word.
Why is she so closed off? Why is she pushing us away when she clearly wants us to be with her? Ever since the other day when she talked to the doctor, she has been like this… An idea forms in my mind, and I immediately try to shove it away. No, it can’t be. But the more I think about it, the more it makes sense.
“Emma,” I whisper, trying to calm her down long enough to get some answers. “Please, just breathe. Everything is going to be okay,” I promise, though I have no business making such claims. Especially not if she confirms my suspicion.
I let her cry in my arms a few more minutes before she seems to calm herself down. Her breathing evens out, and her body stops shaking. Easton is still rubbing circles over her back when I peel her away from me so I can look into her face when I ask the next question.
“What did the doctor really tell you?” As soon as the words leave my mouth, Emma squeezes her eyes shut, and more tears spill down her cheeks. And I know I was right. She lied to us about receiving good news.
My heart sinks and an overwhelming ache forms in my chest. I don’t know what to say or do, so I just sit there, holding Emma at arm’s length.
Easton catches on quickly. Shock is written all over his face when he speaks. “You didn’t go to treatment today because the doctor told you they are not working?”
Emma nods, and I feel like someone sucker punched me in the gut. Why didn’t we put one and two together before? Why did we waste time we could have spent with her?
“No more lying, pearls,” I demand. “Tell us what the doctor said.”