Changing Positions (Brooks Haven Bears 3)

Chapter 14 - Weak Side

Hans

Emily’s right in front of me, almost bare, but I don’t know what to do. I’ve fantasized about this moment so many times before. Now that it’s here, I can only stare.

She looks even better than I imagined her to be, all smooth creamy skin and a toned belly she probably has just from not keeping still. She hasn’t been to her taekwondo dojang for months now. I wonder if it’s her meds or her mood that has her stopping when she’s so close to getting her black belt. Her grandpa had enrolled her and Jason to the martial art when they were still very young, but the latter gravitated to hockey more and dropped out. Few people know about the dojang. Emily’s not too happy talking about it, thinking people will stereotype her.

Boys have teased Emily when she was younger that she probably wore padded bras, but she never ever engaged. I can now gladly tell them they’re wrong, but I won’t. I don’t want anyone to know what she looks like underneath her clothes.

Even as I joke around with her, trying to calm down my raging d**k, it’s hard to breathe. I’ve never been this close to being naked alone in a bedroom with a girl. The closest was with some cheerleader named Milla from almost three years ago. We were both seventeen.

My shirt was off and my jeans unzipped, but Milla looked like she was about to faint, judging from her pale lips and unsteady stance. So, I got up and checked on her vitals. Who does that? She was just as inexperienced and was terribly scared. I didn’t think I was the right person to claim her virginity when I barely knew what to do myself. So, I drove her home. We parted ways. Even though she left Brooks Haven because of her dad’s job, we still contact each other from time to time.

“Do you know where your clothes are?” Emily asks, squinting at me. While my mind drifted off a little, there’s no way I’d miss her beautiful face and this moment, whatever it may mean. Her hands are on her hips, seemingly unaffected by all this. That’s enough to get my d**k in check. She’s seen me almost naked, and it seems she wants me back in my clothes in no time. Ouch.

“I don’t know. I woke up cuffed in bed.” I shrug it off, but there’s nothing nonchalant about what I feel. I’m pissed at my cousin, but also glad that I’m in this position. Emily in her bra and mini-skirt is just within reach, physically anyway.

All’s well that ends well?

“Mm. Madeline, if that’s her real name, already ran off. Let me check the other room, while you check the drawers and closet over here,” she says, sounding just a little bossy, emphasizing her order with a twirl of her index finger.

I’m close to getting a sudden blast of insecurity I’m unfamiliar with, if not for that almost imperceptible way her eyes dip to my lips and down lower. Even lower still. I’m in danger of getting hard again. Still, she’s walking away from me, and I’m beginning to develop a complex. First, Milla almost fainted from nerves and, now, Emily’s just going to walk away?

“Why are you here? How do you know to find me?” I ask.

“Oh, you’d rather I didn’t come, so you and Maddie could have done the deed with no interruption?” Her voice drips venom now. I can’t help but grin. Maybe she’s jealous. Sometimes, it’s hard to tell with her, but tonight, it’s like she’s opening up. Getting closer. Instead of running away, she looked for me. I have little time to make her stay, though, because she has now turned around, ready to check the other room.

“Are you jealous?” I tease, closing the gap between us. She stops walking and I take it as a positive sign. I breathe her in. She smells expensive as usual, the penchant for perfume obviously passed on by her mom. I suddenly have the urge to go beneath the spicy and sweet cherry scent. I want to discover more of her but have to fight the urge to touch the graceful slope of her shoulders, kiss her nape, or undo the clasp of her bra, which I’m staring at right now. It sits right above a heart-shaped birthmark. I’ve seen it before when we were younger, when our families brought us to Caribbean beaches or pools in Italy or Singapore. It feels so different now. It’s not child’s play at all.

“Me? No. Why should I be?” she asks with a scoff, with her back still on me but angling her head to glare at me. Before she turns away again, I see her cheeks turn pink. The blush spreads to her neck and ears. With the room’s lights are in full-blast, I can see the vivid color in its full glory. I won’t be surprised if there’s a hidden camera somewhere, waiting to capture whatever goes down in this room for future public humiliation. The joke’s on Lance and Jason, however, if it turns out the video will be of me and Emily. Even though I want to kiss Emily right now but I know I shouldn’t, not without warning her about what the room may be about.

“That’s the second time you answered my question with a question, Emily,” I say, a mild warning in my voice. I’m frustrated enough to reach out to pull her wrist, twirling her around to face me. I’m surprised at the lack of resistance. She slams against me, her breasts pressing against my diaphragm. We fit well together and I hope she won’t pull away.

“How can I answer now that you’re crushing me with your abs?” she mumbles.

I chuckle at her silliness, but I can’t help but wrap my arms around her. One hand holds her by the nape, tilting her up to me. She looks so adorable. I only need to adjust myself a little to kiss her lips. We’ve done it before and we can do it again. This time, she’s not escaping from me.

“It’s also the second time someone twirled me around at this party,” she whispers. looking me in the eye. Daring me. It’s as if she knows I would want to ask who the other guy was. If there’s a need for violence.

“Who was it?”

“Enzo. We danced before I looked for you,” she reveals, pushing me over the edge.

“You know full well you can answer,” I say, my voice sounding strange to my ears. Anger and lust blend. I’ve never been an angry guy. Not an intense one, either. I’m your friendly hockey player who can also annihilate a science textbook in no time. But Emily? Emily’s making me feel other things. “If you can tell me about how you had fun with Enzo, then you can answer my questions.”

“I wanted to talk to you. Remember?” Her voice squeaks a little, not quite her, but I still love it. She bites her lower lip and the abrupt surprise that flashes in her eyes unravels me.

“I’ve been waiting for you to come. You took your sweet time.” My voice is now a rumble. I’m enjoying the combination of thrill and fear in her eyes too much. She doesn’t know how this will end. I don’t know, either, but she doesn’t need to know that.

“I don’t want Jason and Lance to see me coming in. So, I had to make sure there would be enough people. I saw you with the frosty-tips guy.”

Fuck.

I remember the drink he gave me, and how it tasted so good. So safe. I’m the stupidest smart guy in the world.

“That asshole spiked my drink,” I grunt.

Emily’s trying to pull away now, but I’m not letting her. My arms are still around her, holding her tight. She’s not leaving until I have all the answers. Damn, I’ll just hug her for the sake of it. Her body flushed against mine is stirring desires from within me. Let her feel me, then.

“Oh. So, I don’t know why Lance would pay a girl to, um, you know -.” Again, she attempts to push me away, a little half-heartedly I think. Here’s a girl who can kick some guy’s ass if she really wants to, but she gives up and rests her head on my chest.

I’m tempted to tell her I’m a virgin, but I hesitate. What if she laughs at me? What if she tells me about her own experiences? I’ve followed her around through the years, but that doesn’t mean that she hasn’t dated. I don’t want to hear about some guy who knows how to make her feel good when I’m still stumbling around with desires.

“He’s a dumbass, that’s why, complaining why I’m not dating. Not screwing around.”

She wriggles in my arms, offended by my last two words. Then, she gives a mighty push.

“Let me get my blouse first,” she says. “I might find your clothes, too.”

“Do you really want to get them now?” I ask before I can think about it properly.

She exhales, and I can’t help but watch her chest. f**k. I’m hard again.

“Hans, I came here to talk to you. I–I, s**t, it’s embarrassing.”

“Tell me. I won’t be able to sleep if you don’t.”

My d**k won’t be able to sleep, either. It’s rock hard now, as I watch her heavy-lidded eyes and the French braids, now unruly. She looks so rumpled, and I bet a little of my cologne is on her now, too.

“I think I like you, and it’s hard for me to be around you. I don’t want to lose our friendship, or whatever it is. We’re family, according to Jason and Lance.”

There’s a pounding in my ears now, as my heart races. Wait? Did she just confirm a suspicion? No, scratch that. I never thought of it as a suspicion, but more like wishful thinking.

“Y-you like me? But why?”

Idiot.

“So, I’m just going to look for your clothes and mine.”

“I really thought you came to the party looking like that.” I swallow. It crossed my mind, and I hoped and prayed it wasn’t the case.

“Oh, so I can just go back to the party looking like this?” she asks. “I can do that.”

No way she’s going to do that. I pull her back into my arms and lower my lips to hers. There’s no way she’s leaving me here after she just revealed she likes me. Likes me how? Like this? I tease the seam of her lips with my tongue, and she opens for me. Ah. Like this. At least I know how to kiss.

The kiss goes on and on, and it can go on until we’re thrown away from this room. She’s that sweet. I don’t know if she knows what she’s doing as she presses her body closer to me. She doesn’t even flinch when I press her against my erection. I can dry hump like the best of them, I guess. We stumble back to the bed, though, and alarm bells ring in my head.

Emily pushes me down, and we’re back to how we were a few minutes ago. She straddles me and we continue to kiss. I’m depending on the porn images in my head and the things I’ve read, and it’s still not enough. My heart is racing from desire and panic.

What if she finds out that while I’m the older guy, I’m not sure if I can get it done? I pull away, and she looks at me curiously. Her hair is now a mess, one braid almost completely loose. Her lips are red and plump from kissing.

“There might be a camera somewhere.”

“I don’t care,” she says. It’s when I pull her down to me, rolling her so that she’s under. I may not know what to do, but I also know I don’t want her to run into another guy’s arms.

“Okay,” I murmur as I hover over her neck.

She squirms, suddenly uncomfortable. I lick her neck and trace her skin down to the valley of her breast. I turn to her for permission and she nods before I lower the cup of one bra. I have always wanted to taste her and now that the opportunity arises, I’m in. Bracing myself over her, I lick her n****e until it pebbles under my tongue. Then, I suck it in hard. I’m not focused on technique now, just on what feels right. This is just right because the feel of her in my mouth and the taste of her on my tongue make my d**k harder than it’s ever been.

“Hans?” Her voice sounds a little too timid for this girl to be Emily Park. I shake my head a little, just in case I’m still drunk and I’m actually with Madeline or another girl. I think I’ve watched too many mystery-thrillers that these things have sounded possible to me.

“Yes, sweetheart?” I try not to blink, just in case she transforms before my eyes. I’ve waited for Emily for so long to risk it with some other girl. She said she likes me. I don’t want this to be a fever dream.

“I, um, a poor replacement for Madeline.”

“No, you’re not,” I assure her, giving her another lick for emphasis. She wriggles under me, and I’m just barely holding on, trying not to thrust into the sheets.

“You don’t understand. This is the farthest I’ve gone with a guy.”

What?

“In fact, I’ve never kissed another guy other than you.”

Now, this is interesting. We’re either going to be horrible in bed or explosive because we’ve waited for this.