Hatred With Benefits novel Chapter 16

EVA.

"What are you doing?" I whisper when he pinches his lips to my neck and move his hand from my throat to my waist.

"Emerson–" I try again when he gives no response, trying to veer around in his arms but he hums against the skin of my neck and keeps me still.

"No, don't move. Stay like this. " He mumbles, his lips making contact with my earlobe and sending a shiver down my spine.

"I can't see you. " I cover my hands with his and try to move out of the cage he has me in, but Ford doesn't yield.

"I didn't realize you love the sight of my face so much, Carson. " His deep chuckle vibrates through me as he says those words and I roll my eyes, almost tempted to push back against him.

"That's not it. " I offer silently and there's no response from him. My heart races in my chest when Emerson moves away, seizing his body heat with him and I turn around to meet his eyes. A smirk presses to his lips as he says, "But I won't blame you for it. I told you I'm quite addicting. "

"Where were you?" I ignore his taunts and ask. Emerson furrows his brows at my question and folds his arms against his chest. "Since when do you care?"

"I don't!" I snap and he cackles. "I don't. I'm curious, nothing more. You disappeared through the entire day and now you're here? "

"How do you know I wasn't at school?" He proposes and I shake my head. "You were not. If you were, I would have known because I was—" when the realization of the words I'm about to let go hit me, I clamp my mouth shut and move my gaze to the floor.

"Because you were what?" Ford pushes.

"You weren't at school, Ford. " It's the only response I give him. I take harsh intakes of my breath before lifting my eyes to him again. "What happened?"

"You're being a hypocrite. That's what. " He says with a straight face and I frown. "The fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"You don't get to ask about my whereabouts, Carson. You don't get to pry into my business, that was a rule. Your rule, might I add. " I don't fail to catch the mockery attached to his words and I nearly throw my fist in his face. I'm not prying in his business, I'm just inquisitive.

When I give no response, Emerson closes the distance between us till his chest is squeezing into mine, and his muscles against my chest. His eyes are darkened and I don't think that's malicious. I part my lips to speak, but I end up with nothing when he mashes his lips to mine.

His hand moves to the back of my head and I moan into his mouth when he easily slips his tongue through my parted lips, tangling and battling with mine in a fight for dominance. He tastes like mint mixed with alcohol and it's as weird as it sounds.

My bag falls from my grip when I lift my hands to his neck and Emerson lifts me in his arms, his hands curling around the back of my thighs to secure them around his waist.

He moves backwards with me in his arms and I fall against a soft surface. Emerson breaks away when my head hits the couch.

His eyes roam to my chest and he inches closer but I'm quick to press my palm to his chest at the vibration of my phone against my pants.

"Wait—" I glare at him when he tries to press his lips to mine. He rolls his eyes and back away while I lift my body barely from the couch to retrieve my phone.

The contact glares back at me from across the screen and my throat closes up.

"Who is–" Emerson starts but I cut him off, silencing the rest of his words. "It's my mom. "

His lips turn up in a smirk at my words and he drags closer to me, "Take the call, Carson. "

Something about the tone he uses unsettles me and I attempt to nudge him away, but falls back against the couch when he swipes the button to the side and mom's voice comes from the other end.

"Princess. "

"Motherfucking bástard. " I mouth to Ford and he laughs, giving me a thumbs-up before nodding to the phone.

I sigh and press the phone to my ear, my voice is soft as I say, "Hey, mom. "

"You got into college and you forgot about your mother?" There's a shuffling sound in the background as mom jokes and I chuckle lightly.

"I've been busy with school. " And having the face of my enemy between my thighs. Which I presently do because Emerson deals with the buttons of my Jeans pant before pulling them down my legs.

"I know that, but I hope you'll check in with me often, Eva. I've missed you. " Her sad voice troubles my heart and I know she's still watching out for me.

"Mom–" I start but pause when Emerson gives faint rubs to my panties, having me soak the thin material with my wetness.

When I lift my head to him, he has a tiny smile on his face and I forget for a second that I'm on the phone with my mother until her voice comes through. "Eva. Are you there?"

"Yes, yes, I am. " My voice comes out breathless when he shifts my panties to the side and slide his finger over my cunt. My body trembles lightly in response to his not so innocent touch and I push into his hand when he thrusts a finger inside my core.

"I– what were you saying? " I bite down on my lower lip to keep down the moans that threaten to leave my throat and Emerson isn't making it any easier for me when he slides his hand around my middle, lifting my body from the couch to give him better access.

"Is everything alright there? You don't sound like yourself. " Mom's worried voice fills my ears and I shake my head, a tiny whimper that I hope she doesn't catch falling from my mouth when Emerson doubles his finger while he rubs my clit with his thumb.

"Yes, of course. I'm fine. I'm just– I'm working out. That's all. " I lie and Emerson snorts, a proud smile crossing his face when I push into his hands again.

"Since when do you work out?" Oh God, please. Stop already.

"Oh fuck. That feels good. "Emerson's expression remains unfazed as the words leave my mouth and I'm quick to clutch a hand over my mouth.

"Eva–" mom's warning tone tells me she heard my words loud and clear. "Did you just moan? What the hell are you doing?"

"Working out, I told you and I didn't moan. You heard wrong, mother. " I lie and glare at Emerson when he snickers.

"But I'm pretty sure I–"

"Oh, shit! I just slipped. I'll call you back mom." I don't let her say another word before disconnecting the line and tossing the phone to the side.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I snap at Emerson but he says nothing as he slides his fingers out of my cunt. They glisten with my juices and he rolls over me, pushing his fingers through my parted lips.

"Suck. " He whispers, his voice low and seductive and I wrap my mouth tighter around his fingers.