Shattered Pieces (Emerald Lake Prep #3), page 10
“What about the purple haired one?” He says,
“Ah, that one you might actually have to worry about. She looks all bubbly and cheery, but piss her off and she just might stab you.” I say with a shrug.
He looks at me with horror. “Really?”
“I’m just fucking with you.” I chuckle, and he relaxes. “But the guys might.” This time I was not joking. I would not put it past Oliver, especially after everything that's happened to me. At this point, he would stab first, then ask questions later.
“Noted.” He says. The teacher gives out the countries for the assignment, which for us happens to be France. Our assignment is to learn about its history and culture, and by the end of the month we will have to do a presentation in front of the class as well as cook a dish from that country. Sounds like fun to me.
We read for a little bit in our textbook before Ethan asks me a question. “So... is it true?”
“Is what true?” I ask, looking up from the book.
“That you're dating all of them? And the purple haired girl, too?”
I just stare at him, unsure how he doesn't know this already. It’s become common knowledge. I take in his shoulder-length brown hair, his hazel eyes and then realize I don't think I’ve really seen him around before. His face isn't one I remember. Not that I really know anyone here anyways; we mostly keep to ourselves.
“Yup. The guy with the black hair.” I say, looking over at Oliver who's sitting with some guy I also don't know, “That's Oliver Price, my childhood best friend turned bad boy.” I grin and Ethan laughs.
“The two over there who are looking at each other like they are about to rip each other's clothes off and fuck on the desk, that's Ben and Talon. They are my boyfriends as well as each other’s.”
“Lucky.” He mumbles to himself as he looks at my guys with a hungry glint in his eyes.
“Down, boy. They’re mine, and I will stab you if you try anything.” I say, only half joking. I mean, have you met my sister? I'm sure it runs in the family to some degree.
“Don't worry, I won't touch. But I'm not blind... I just mean it's hard not to look or watch them you know?” He sighs, averting his gaze.
“Oh trust me, watching is one of my favorite things to do.” I say, grinning at the double entendre.
“You lucky bitch, can I be you?” He begs jokingly.
“You wish.” I laugh.
“Do I ever!” He exclaims.
“I hope this doesn't sound rude, but how long have you been here? I was sure everyone knew about my...unique situation by now.”
“I’ve been here since January. On probation until the end of the school year. Was hoping to be let off after the shooting since my sentence is short, but here we are.” He slouches down in his chair, tucking his hair behind his ear.
“Don't get me started on that. This school has been nothing but hell for me. I'm so over everything and just want to be done so I can be home with my baby girl.”
His eyes light up at that. “You have a daughter?”
“Yup. Her name is Melody. She will be six weeks old this Friday.” I can't help but smile as I talk about her. “She's back home with my foster parents.”
“Must be hard being away from her.” He responds with sympathetic eyes. My mood sullies at his words. Seeming to see that too, he asks, “Got any photos?”
I grin again. “Tons.”
We spend the rest of the class looking at photos of Melody from behind the textbook we set up to hide my phone.
“You ready?” Oliver's deep voice stops our conversation.
“Hi, Olly.” I grin at him, finding his pissed off face kind of funny.
Talon, Ben, and Charlie come to stand behind him.
“Guys, are you for real right now?” I laugh, rolling my eyes. Standing up, I gather my things. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Ethan. We can make plans for the library then."
He looks at everyone behind me with his own smirk of amusement. “Sounds like a plan.” He looks back at me with a genuine smile.
“I don't like that guy.” Talon says as we head to the guys' room to get our homework out of the way.
“You don't even know him.” I say.
“Well, I don't need to. Did you see how he was smiling at you? He wants you.”
“Oh, enough of that. He does not. He's nice. And even if he did, it doesn't matter because I already have every piece of my heart put together. I'm whole. I have everyone I could ever possibly want and need already. Each of you are more than I could have ever hoped and asked for.'' I say, stopping Talon and wrapping my arms around him. “Do you want me to show you later just how much I appreciate you?” I whisper against his lips.
“I mean, you're not gonna hear me say no.” He grips my ass, grinding his growing cock into me, causing me to let out a moan as he captures my lips with his in a heated kiss.
“Enough of that you two, before you guys go at it right here for everyone to see.” Tyson says, standing in the middle of the hall.
“That would not happen.” Talon scoffs. “You know she can't have sex yet.”
Tyson just glares at him. And I decide to poke the bear; breaking away from Talon, I walk over to Tyson. He follows my every move with interest.
“Say I got down on my knees right now and sucked his cock in the hallway, what would you do to punish me, Sir?” His nostrils flare, and my belly flutters at his reaction. He likes it when I call him Sir, and so do I.
“You wouldn't want to find out.” He says, his voice low, but I can hear the strain in it.
“Oh, but I would.” I grin before stepping around him, brushing my hand against his.
Talon starts laughing as he and Ben turn to continue down the hall.
“Oh, brother. Good luck with that one.” Oliver says over his shoulder at Tyson, before following.
“Bye, Sir.” Charlie sings songs, with a little bit of a mock to her tone, as she drags me along behind the guys.
When Tyson and I finally get together in every way we ache to be, I know it's going to be something completely different than what I have with the others.
Talon and Charlie are sexy and playful.
Ben is tentative and loving with a dirty side, which I am all for.
And Oliver is a little sweet, a little dominant.
But Tyson? He’s not like the others. Making love to him is going to be wild, sinful, and so much more, and I can't fucking wait.
Charlie
I’M NERVOUS, WHY AM I nervous? I shouldn't be. It's not like this is a first date or anything. Hell, we have a child together. But even still, every time I see her, butterflies flutter in my belly and I feel all warm and giddy inside. And when she smiles, fuck me, I'm done for.
Wringing my hands, I pace back and forth throughout the main lobby waiting for Emmy. I told her after we were done with our homework I was going to go back to our room and get ready. When she asked what for, I just told her to be ready by 6 p.m.
“Hello, you.” Emmy says, coming up from behind me, to wrap her arms around me and bring me to her chest. She kisses my cheek and just like that the nerves are gone. She has this way about her that makes you feel safe, loved, and wanted all at once.
“Hey.” I say, turning around in her arms to face her. Once we are face to face she wastes no time bringing me in for a kiss.
She licks my lips, and I open for her, granting her tongue access. I groan at the taste of her tongue on mine.
The kiss grows heated as she brings one of her hands behind my head as she holds me in place to deepen the kiss.
As much as I fucking hate to do this, I break the kiss. “What's wrong?” She asks, brows pinched with concern.
“Nothing.” I smile, breathing a little heavier from the kiss. “It’s just, I have something planned and don't want to get side-tracked. But we can do more of this later.” I say, zeroing in on her lips. She bites the lower one, earning another groan from me.
“You look delectable, my love.” Emmy says, looking me up and down. “If I knew we were supposed to dress up, I would have put something else on.” She frowns, looking down at her outfit. She's dressed in leggings and a baggy hoodie, one of mine, which is a change.
I was dressed in a flowy, flower print, summer dress. I don't care what she wears, she's perfect in anything, but I wanted to look a little extra special for her. It’s been far too long since we had this much downtime with no one trying to harm us, or causing unnecessary drama. Just normal school for once. Well, as normal as you can get at Emerald Lake Prep.
“You look amazing. There's no dress code, I just wanted to wear a dress. It's April and spring is here.” I shrug. She doesn't say anything else and accepts my answer. “Come.” I say smiling wide as I take her hand, guiding her down the hall to the side door that leads to the beach.
She lets out this musical giggle that makes my heart skip a beat, and when we are almost at the beach, I lead us in a different direction.
“Where are we going?” She laughs again, enjoying just being on this random adventure with me.
When we get there, Emmy lets out a surprised gasp as she takes in the sight before her.
We stand in a cluster of birch trees with fairy lights strung from the low branches. Below them on the ground is a blanket laid out with a picnic basket.
“What's this?” she asks, tears in her eyes.
“Well, after everything we’ve been through lately, with the stress of being new parents, and as amazing as it is, I thought we could take advantage of the downtime. I wanted to do something special for you. You deserve it.” I say, taking her hand when she holds hers out, silently asking for it.
“It's perfect.” She breathes, bringing me in for a soft kiss. “You're perfect. I love you so much, Charlie.”
“I love you more than your beautiful brain could ever comprehend. You're my life, Emmy. You and Melody. Hell, even those meat-heads of yours have come to mean something to me.”
“Well, what do you have planned for us?” She asks, huffing out a laugh and taking off her glasses to wipe away the tears before putting them back on.
“An Emmy-approved picnic, of course.” I say, holding my arm out as I present her with the blanket.
“Oh, really?” She teases. “I think Emmy should be the judge of that.”
We sit down next to the basket and she pulls out the first thing.
“Pop.” She says, nodding her head in approval at the cans of Coke. She goes for the next thing and pulls out a box. “You did not!” She exclaims, her eyes wide with excitement. “How the hell did you get a box of Honey Garlic chicken wings from Pizza 73?” She asks, opening up the box and moaning.
“I had some help from Tyson. There's one in town and he went to get these right before you came down.” I grin at her excitement.
“Only we would eat chicken wings on a picnic date.” She says, taking a bite of a wing and sighing in contentment. My body flushes at the sounds of pleasure she is making as she devours the wings one after another. How the hell is eating messy wings so damn hot? I'm so ready to lean over and lick all that sauce off the corner of her mouth.
“Stop looking at me like that.” She says, her voice filled with desire. My eyes snap up to hers. She has a smile on her face, but her eyes are saying she's reading my mind and is very on board with the plan I have going on in my head. “Want some?” She asks.
“You're actually willing to share your wings with me?” I ask in mock surprise, putting my hand over my heart.
“Oh, I'm not that bad.” She defends.
“That bad? Remember the time Talon tried to take one and you growled at him; like full on ready to strike growl, and then you threatened to chop off his hand.”
“Well, they really are heavenly.” She points out, taking another bite. “And you know I can eat all twenty, no problem.”
“I know, that's why I got a ten-pack for myself.”
We sit and eat, talking and laughing about anything and everything. When we are done, we clean up with some wet wipes.
“That was so damn good.” She sighs, laying back on the blanket and looking up into the trees. “I don't think I could eat another bite.”
“Oh, that's too bad.” I say, digging into the basket. “Guess I'll just have to eat this cheesecake all by myself.” I smirk, taking a big piece and bringing it up to my mouth as Emmy shoots up into a sitting position.
“What kind?” She asks, eyes wide with renewed excitement.
“Strawberry.” I say.
“Gimme!” She practically screeches, leaning forward and opening her mouth. I laugh as I feed her the bite I was about to take.
When we finish, we take a walk barefoot in the sand, hand in hand as we watch the sun set, before making our way back to the picnic area.
“This is perfect.” She says, as we both lie back down on the blanket and face each other. “I love being out here. I wish we could just sleep under the stars, but you know... bugs and shit.”
I smile, and lean over to kiss her. We make out for a while, keeping things soft and slow. I'm enjoying every stroke of her tongue, and the touch of her fingers as they glide over my body.
“I want to taste you.” Emmy breathes against my lips.
“Babe-” I start.
“Shhhhh...” She says, pushing me onto my back. She straddles me and starts kissing me again. My arms come up to her thighs as I rub them, enjoying the feeling of her weight on me. She removes her lips from mine, moving down to my neck as she starts to nip and suck. I moan for her, needy for my queen. It’s been way too long.
She pulls down my bra cups, and uses both hands to massage my breasts with her small soft hands. She rolls my peaked nipples with her fingers, giving them a little pinch and tug, causing my core to dampen. Fuck, what is she doing to me?
“I know you wanted to wait. Talon was just as stubborn, but I go to the doctor in a few days, and even if we have to be gentle for the first few times, I'll be able to have sex again. So, I don't have to wait much longer. But you, my love, have been waiting weeks, and knowing these guys, once I'm told I'm good to go, you know they are gonna be on me like a horny and hungry pack of wolves.”
I laugh, because that is the understatement of the year. The permission from her doctor is going to set them off. I know she can't wait, but I don't think I'll be seeing much of her the first week.
But hey, she's gonna need a va-jay-jay vacay at some point and that's when I swoop in like a knight in shining armor. Or a lesbian with a tongue that makes Emmy sob out her name. Same thing.
She moves down my body, leaving a trail of kisses over my dress covered body, stopping when she gets to my knees. Placing her hands on them as she slowly slides up my thighs, taking my dress along with her, and causing my breath to hitch as she gets closer to my wet and waiting center. Her fingers glide over the sensitive skin and my body shivers at her touch.
When my dress is all the way up to my hips, she glides her fingers back down my inner thighs while pushing and parting my legs. I feel so open and exposed but in the best possible way. Her eyes light up as she takes in the drenched fabric between my legs. The way she's looking at me has my pussy clenching at what she might do next.
“You know, this is one of my favorite meals. Not being able to feast upon you for these past few weeks has been pure hell. You're my drug, Charlie. You all are. Like my own personal brand. Without you all, I felt like something was missing. I need you, and I need you. Right. Now.” She growls before tugging my panties down my legs. “Next time, don’t feel bad for not being able to do this to me and denying yourself pleasure. I’m okay with missing out on orgasms if it means I get to taste you while you scream my name.”
Okay, so sex deprived Emmy is kind of scary, and I'm not gonna lie, she is reminding me a bit of her sister, but it's a major fucking turn on and I'm all for it.
She wastes no time diving between my legs and when her tongue makes contact with my pussy I jolt at the feeling. It’s been so long but my body quickly remembers its master and surrenders to Emmy’s sinful lips and tongue.
“Fuck.” Emmy groans, taking the word right out of my mouth. I’m not able to process how to form a real word with how mind-fucked my brain is right now, and she's just getting started. “I could eat you for hours, for days without being full.”
She goes back to fucking me with her mouth, and I'm just forced to lay here and take it. Fuck, it feels so good.
My legs lock around her head as I grip her hair, holding her closer to my pussy because I need more, more of anything and everything she's willing to give.
“Emmy...” I moan. “Fuck, I missed this.” I'm panting hard now, my breaths coming in short, quick bursts. I can already feel the orgasm building in my belly, a storm raging before its culmination.
Since Emmy has been out of commission, I took any chance I could get to take care of things myself. But it's not the same, and my body is reminding me just how much we miss our girl's mouth, fingers, and touch.
Emmy sucks my clit into her mouth making me toss my head back. One hand tangled in her hair, the other with a death grip on the blanket.
“Oh, god. Yes... yes. Please, don't stop.” I beg, grinding my pussy into her face.
She forces me back down to the blanket and pulls back just enough to insert her fingers. I let out a loud, embarrassing moan into the silent night around us.
She pumps her fingers, hooking them just perfectly in all the right spots. “I'm gonna cum.” I say, almost as a cry. “I need to cum. God, Emmy, don't stop, please.”
She mumbles something against my pussy, but my brain is going haywire and all I can focus on is my orgasm that’s right there, like a ticking time bomb ready to explode all over her face any minute now.
The vibrations from her talking only add to the pleasure. Her tongue and fingers work together in perfect harmony.
One more flick of her tongue and my back arches off the ground as I scream out my release. Only it quickly gets muffled as Emmy’s hand shoots up and clamps over my mouth, smothering my cries so no one but us can hear. My eyes roll back and my body twitches, no doubt soaking my girl's tongue with my release.
