I swallowed again. An outlet for what we were doing against the car before. An outlet for what was making me hard more and more often these days. “Maybe you just needed someone to have s*x with.”
“Oh.” She watched me and I watched the road. “And you thought that some young guy who smokes pot for breakfast was who I would choose?” I could hear the grin in her voice.
“He was looking at you like he wanted that.”
She laughed. “Yeah, he’s got a little crush on me.” She shrugged. “So what?” Her mouth dropped open. “Emmett, are you jealous?”
“I don’t like it.” Especially not with him living below her, always there. Looking… with his stupid eyes. My gaze slid over to Avery, sitting there with her legs crossed and her arm draped over the door. She had rolled the window down and her hair flutter
