Unexpected Lovers Box Set by J.B. Heller
Emory’s roommateKinsley is clearly mortified by seeing us practically dry-fucking against their front door. I extend a hand as I approach her. “Hi, I’m Sebastian.”
Her big green eyes dart to Emory before she accepts my hand. “I know who you are,” she says, meeting my gaze. “And I’m Kinsley, one of Em’s roommates.”
I arch a brow. “Emory’s been talking about me?” I smirk at her over my shoulder then turn my attention back to Kinsley, who nods.
“Yeah, she has. You better not hurt her, or I’ll cut your balls off in your sleep,” she says with a serene smile.
What the fuck? I take a cautious step away from her obviously crazy ass. The other roomie made an eerily similar threat when I met her earlier.
Emory chuckles. “Uh, Kins, isn’t that Len’s line?”
Kinsley frowns. “I can be a badass too, you know. When I have to be...”
“What’s my line?” Lennon, the one I met this morning, asks, entering the room from I-don’t-know-where.
“I just threatened to cut Sebastian’s balls off if he hurts Em,” Kinsley tells her.
I cover my junk with both hands, all the denutting talk making me nervous.
Emory steps up to my side and pats my hands, mirth shining in her blue eyes. “Don’t worry; they’re all talk,” she assures me. “If anyone is going to chop your nuts off, it’ll be one of my brothers.”
The smile that was about to make an appearance runs for the fucking hills. Just like I’d like to be doing from this conversation. “Uh, how about nobody touches my family jewels and we call it good.”
Lennon grins, and I don’t like it. Not one little bit. Then, she strides up to me, tilts her head to the side, and says, “So don’t give us a reason to.” Then she winks and continues past me to the door. “I’m out. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” she says as she closes the door behind her.
These girls are freaking intense.
“Come on,” Emory says, lacing her fingers with mine then dragging me down a short hallway. She throws a door open, tugs me inside, then kicks it shut. She releases my hand and does a little spin, flinging her arms out. “This is my room.”
“It’s nice,” I say, taking in the space. Most notably the bed with the rumpled floral comforter and cream-colored sheets.
She notices where my attention has landed and smirks. “It’s super comfortable. Would you like to try it out?”
Grinning, I curl my hand around her hip and tug her along with me, pulling her down atop me when we reach the bed. “You’re right. Very comfortable,” I murmur, reaching up to cup her jaw.
As I slide my thumb over her plump bottom lip, she draws her face down to mine until we’re just a breath apart. “Sex is not in the cards tonight,” she says. “But I have other things in mind.”
“Oh?” I say. “What kind of things?”
She grins and grinds down on my erection. “You’ll just have to wait and see,” she whispers then finally plants her lips on mine. All too soon, she breaks the kiss and begins making her way along my jaw and down my throat, where she sucks and licks as she pops the buttons of my shirt.
My fingers dig into her hips as she continues to drive me mad, rolling and grinding over my hard length. When the last button is free, she glides her mouth down my torso, flicking her tongue over my nipple then licking her way to the band of my jeans.
“Christ,” I groan as she shimmies farther down my body. I spread my legs, giving her space to palm my aching dick. “You sure sex is off the table?” I ask when she unfastens my belt.
Her blue eyes flit up to meet mine, and she nods. “Sorry, big boy,” she murmurs while her fingers drag down my zipper. “I’m still not a hundred percent in the clear, but I will be by tomorrow.” She winks and dips her fingers into the band of my briefs and jeans then says, “Lift your hips. Let’s get rid of these.”
I launch into action, kicking off my shoes then helping her remove my pants before shucking my shirt. The heated look in her crystal-blue eyes is enough to make my dick throb with need. Fuck I want her.
Emory is still fully dressed in the shit-hot outfit she wore to lunch, and I’m completely naked apart from my glasses and socks. I feel exposed in the best possible way as her gaze rakes over my body with lust and appreciation.
“You like?” I ask, gliding a palm down my stomach.
She nods. “Very much,” she purrs, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip.
I sit, snatching her lip free with my thumb, then I tug her back on top of me. My hands dive into her wild red hair, and I haul her mouth to mine, sliding my tongue inside when she moans for me.
One of her hands disappears between us, then she’s gripping my dick, and I can’t think straight. “Fuuuuck, Emory,” I groan as she strokes me.
“I was thinking a little reenactment would be fun,” she says, a teasing smile on her kiss-swollen lips. “But this time, it will be my hands and my mouth on you instead of your imagination.”
With one more sensual kiss, she pulls away and moves to kneel between my thighs. Her eyes meet mine as her tongue peeks out then laps at the crown of my dick, licking up the precum there. She closes her eyes for a beat and moans like she’s savoring my taste.
Holy. Fuck.
Her eyes sparkle when they flash open again, and she takes me to the back of her throat just like she said she would on our video chat. I try like hell to keep my eyes on hers as her head bobs up and down, the suction just right. But it feels too good, looks too good. If I keep watching, I’m going to blow before I’m ready.
Reluctantly, I sever our gaze and drop my head back on the pillow and grit my teeth as my fingers find their way back into her hair. I let her take the lead, relishing the feel of her warm, wet mouth engulfing my dick, then she palms my balls.
“Yes, baby,” I groan. “Just like that.”
Her fingers trail farther back, rubbing that magic spot between my balls and my ass, and my whole body locks up as pleasure sweeps through me. “Going to come,” I warn, but she doesn’t let up. If anything, she increases her efforts. My toes curl, and I can’t stop my hips from thrusting up into her mouth, and I come so fucking hard black dots appear in my vision.
Emory slides up beside me, resting her head on my shoulder, and I curl my arm around her body, giving her a gentle squeeze. “Best blow job ever,” I murmur into her hair.
She chuckles. “Better than you imagined?”
“Fuck yes.”
I feel her smile as she snuggles closer, then she presses a soft kiss to my collarbone. “Good.”
* * *
We’re kickedback on the couch, watching old episodes of Lucifer and eating pizza when the door to the apartment opens, and Kinsley walks in, a tall guy on her heels. She eyes us warily. “I’m not interrupting something again, am I?”
I chuckle, and Emory shakes her head. “Nope, the fun stuff’s over.” She winks, and her roomie blushes.
The guy follows her into the kitchen where she calls out, “You guys want a drink?”
“Wine please,” Emory answers then turns to face me. “You want anything?”
Looking over the couch to Kinsley in the kitchen, I say, “I’ll take a beer if you’ve got it.”
She smiles and nods, turning to the fridge to retrieve the drinks. Two minutes later, she and her guy friend join us in the lounge area, hand us our beverages, then make themselves comfortable.
“Oh, I should do the introductions,” Emory says then takes a quick sip of her wine before gesturing between me and the other guy. “Sebastian, Atticus. Atticus, Sebastian.”
I lift my chin in greeting. “Hey, man. Nice to meet you.”
He nods, wrapping an arm around Kinsley, making his claim perfectly clear. Like it wasn’t already by the way his gaze hasn’t left her since they entered the room. “Hi,” he says. “Are you the author?”
“That’d be me.” I grin and take a swig of my beer.
“How’s the write-up going?” he asks Emory.
That’s probably something I should have asked her since we’ve been chatting and hanging out for a while now. I’d almost forgotten about the review. “Yeah,” I say, tipping my chin to look at her. “How’s that going?”
She shakes her head at me then turns her attention back to Atticus. “Great, it’s all done, actually. I just have to show this guy.” She thumbs at me. “Then get his agent to see it before I publish it.”
“Wait, really?” I ask. She hadn’t told me it was finished—but we’ve been a bit distracted by other stuff recently.
“Yeah,” she says, shrugging. “I forgot to tell you. I finished it last week but got sidetracked by wedding stuff, I guess.”
I nod. Sounds legit. “Can I see it?” I ask.
She arches a brow. “Like, right now?”
“Why not?” I push, lifting a brow right back at her.
She swallows and shrugs again. “I mean, you can if you want. But can it wait until later? I’m in a pizza coma, and I don’t want to move.”
I eye her skeptically, trying to figure out what she’s not telling me. But I let it go. “Sure,” I say then sling an arm over her shoulder and settle back into the couch cushions to watch the show.
