I Swear I Still Hate Him (Atlas Lawson) novel Chapter 109

Chapter 109

Emery’s POV

I tried to stay calm

I really did.

But it’s hard when the guy you’re in love with keeps inching his alm up your dress… in front of your friends.

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My heart’s pounding like crazy, and my face is definitely ten shades of red. I shift in my seat, trying not to look like I’m spiraling… But I am spiraling. My legs slowly part on their own, practically begging him to just touch me already. To slide those long fingers where I was already soaked and aching.

But he doesn’t.

His hand just hovers. Right there. So damn close. If I rolled my ps forward even a little, I could make contact. I could grind against his thumb and finally get some relief.

But I can’t do that. Not here. Not in front of our friends who are all just laughing and eating chips like I’m not living through the slowest and sexiest torture session of my life.

Ugggh, he’s messing with me.

I sucked in a sharp breath, trying to mask it as a cough, but I’m pretty sure Jazz side-eyed me. I shot her a forced smile and reached for my drink like that’ll fix anything.

I glance at Atlas out of the corner of my eye,

He’s grinning. This smug, evil, hot grin. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

Gosh, I want to slap him. Kiss him. Rip his clothes off and show im just how bad he’s getting me on. My thighs trembled, core clenching around nothing, every nerve screaming for more My cheeks were burning…I could feel the flush spreading down my neck, and I was pretty sure my nipples were hard enough.

Okay, that’s it…I’m freaking gonna lose my shit…this is the end, say goodbye to sane Emery cause….shit… his thumb finally found my clit.

One slow, firm rub over the damp lace.

A choked cough burst out of me before I could stop it. If I hadn’t coughed, it would’ve been a full-on moan. My whole body jerked, hips twitching forward involuntarily before I caught myself.

“You good, Emery?” Omar asked.

Oh no was I making some weird, horny facial expression??

“Y… yeah,” I managed, voice cracking like a middle-schooler’s. I cared my throat, tried again. “Tim. I’m gonna head to the restroom crazy bladder.”

I shut the door of the guest toilet, heart pounding like crazy… My face…yep equivalent of a tomato, bright and flushed, and let’s not even get started about my panties.

I swear I’m going to kill Atlas for getting me this turned on.

I took a second to get my shit together and made sure my nipples weren’t pointing through my gown. I just had to wear a light dress tonight of course I did.

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1 let out a shaky breath, finger-combed my hair back into place, and pressed cool palms to my flaming cheeks like that was going to do anything. My reflection in the fancy gold framed mor looked good.okay, not so good. I was still wet, but at least no one could see that.

“Good to go” I muttered to myself, forcing a nod like I believed

Just as I twisted the knobs and cracked the door open, a firm hand pushed me right back inside, gentle but with no room for argument. The door clicked shut behind a very familiar broad fest

“Atlas” My voice came out low, almost a squeak.

He flashed that lazy, dangerous smile, the one that always made my stomach thip, and reached behind him to lock the door with a soft smick.

“What are you.”

The rest died in my throat because his mouth crashed down on ine.

And Emerald Gracie Collins, hopelessly, stupidly in love with im, kissed him back like I’d been starving for it.

It started almost gentle, then immediately wasn’t. His tongue slid against mine, hot and demanding, one hand cupping the back of my neck while the other gripped my hip hard enough that I’d probably have faint bruises the next day. I didn’t even care. We were definitely about to fuck in Ford’s stupidly luxurious bathroom that looked like it belonged in some European palace.

“Atlas…” It came out half-whisper, half-moan…yeah, apparently whisper

ans were real.

“Yes, baby?” His voice was gravel-rough. He dragged his lips down the side of my throat, sucking hard at the spot where my shoulder met my neck. Oh God, he was absolutely marking me, dark hickey bloomed under his mouth already. Thank fuck the dress had sleeves and a high enough neckline.

“I’m doing everything…”I bit my lower lip so hard I tasted blood choking back another moan as two long fingers slipped beneath the soaked lace of my panties and stroked right through my folds.

“You were saying something, Emery?” He sounded so smug, so teasing, lips brushing my car while those wicked fingers circled my clit once, twice…slow enough to make me shake.

“You…fuck you,” I gasped, trying to sound annoyed, but it just came out breathy and wrecked.

“I know, baby,” he murmured, smirking against my skin. “You’re getting there.”

“Atlas…” His name was basically a whine by then.

He nipped my bottom lip sharp enough to sting. “What is it, love”

“Another finger,” I managed, voice cracking.

His low chuckle vibrated through me. “Aren’t we getting bold tonight.”

I ignored the teasing, too desperate, too close already, and rolled my hips into his hand, chasing more. He gave it to me immediately. The third finger slid in deep alongside the two, cuing just right, and my eyes actually watered from how hard I was biting my lip to stay quiet. Getting fingered in the middle a house party surrounded by all our friends, who still thought this was a platonic relationship….insane. Hot. Terrifying. Perfectly insane.

Atlas must have felt me trembling because he caught my the same rhythm his fingers were using inside me. I coul

youth gain, kissing me deep and filthy, tongue stroking mine in ste myself on him already, and it made my head spin harder.

“Focus on me,” he muttered between bruising kisses, forehead pessed to mine.

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“Ugh… Atlas…” My hips jerked involuntarily, thighs shaking.

“You’re doing so good, baby. Just one little request.”

I was breathing like I’d run a sprint, trying to string thoughts together while pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in my belly. His free hand found mine, guiding it down between us until my palm was pressed against the thick, hard outline of him straining behind his pants.

I didn’t even hesitate. My fingers fumbled with his zipper, shoving fabric aside until I could wrap around him… hot, hard, pulsing in my grip. He hissed through his teeth, hips bucking forward into my fist.

“Fuck, Em,” he groaned low, the sound vibrating against my throat. “Stroke me just like that, baby…yeah, tighter…good girl.”

I squeezed, slid my thumb over the slick tip, spreading the bead of precum while he kept pumping those long fingers inside me, thumb grinding circles on my clit now. My knees threatened to give out; I had to grab his shoulder with my free hand, nails digging in.

“Atlas…I’m…” My voice cracked, whole body tensing.

“I know, baby. Let go. Come all over my fingers right here in Ford’s fancy-ass bathroom.” He curled harder, faster. “And keep that pretty hand moving….don’t stop.”

The combination of his filthy words, the wet sounds of his fingers working me, and the way he was throbbing so hard in my palm sent me over. I buried my face in his neck to muffle the broken moan that ripped out of me as I came… Oh, I came good.

He kept moving through it, drawing it out until I was whimpering, oversensitive, and boneless against him.

When I finally lifted my head, he was looking at me like I was his whole damn world, eyes dark, lips parted, a smug little grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“You did good, baby,” Atlas murmured, pressing a slow, lingering kiss right to the middle of my hair like I was something precious.

I smiled up at him, wide, a little smug, a little dazed, my hand still wrapped tight around his cock, feeling it throb hot and heavy against my palm. He was so fucking hard it made my mouth water all over again.

“Thanks,” I said, voice still husky from coming apart on his fingers, “but I wasn’t done yet.”

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