Shattered Girl (Emmy) novel Chapter 47

Chapter 47 

I woke up early, knowing we were going to the lake house that day; I was excited and wanted to make sure I didn’t accidentally leave anything behind at the hotel. I quietly got out of bed, taking clean clothes with me into the bathroom; I showered quickly, and once dressed, I made a final sweep of the bathroom, ensuring everything was packed. 

Since Drew was still asleep, I took one of my new books to the couch on the other side of the bedroom. Cuddling with a blanket, I began to read, impatiently waiting for the others to wake up. Finally, around eight, I began to hear movement in the sitting area; I packed my book and quietly went into the sitting room. 

Mike had his back to me, making coffee in the kitchen. I waited until he was done and turned around before I ran toward him, throwing my arms around his neck as he scooped me up and cuddled me against him. 

“Well, good morning, honey; how did you sleep?” Mike asked, walking over to the couch and sitting down. I stayed cuddled in his lap while he turned my face toward him and kissed me sweetly. 

“Good, but I missed you. Will you stay with me tonight?” I asked as I wiggled around in his lap until we were face to face. I could feel him growing hard under me, so I innocently slid across his hard bulge several times before he grabbed my hips to stop my movements. I looked at him, trying to keep from laughing at his pained expression. Mike grabbed my hips to stop my movements. 

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know, brat, two can play at this game. He shifted me back on his lap and thrust his hard bulge against my clit. I hissed at the sensation of his Jeans running across my panty–covered pussy. He then suddenly set me on my feet. Standing up, he pulled me to him for a kiss, then gave me a sexy smirk and went to pour himself a cup of coffee. 

“That was mean,” I whined. 

“No, that’s what you get for teasing me. Now behave yourself and drink your coffee.” He handed me a cup, and I contemplated my next move as I took a sip. 

“I don’t like the word behave. It should be a bad word in this house from now on. No one is allowed to say it anymore.” Quite pleased with my idea, I smiled at Mike as he laughed. 

him 

Nice try, honey, but it’s not happening.” Mike leaned back against the counter, waiting for my response. I was just about to stick my tongue out at h when Josh came out of one of the bedrooms. 

“What’s going on?” Josh asked, looking between us at our standoff. 

“Josh, Mike is being mean.” I pouted, giving him sad eyes, Josh shook his head. 

y to the coffee machine and pouring 

“Nope, not getting in the middle of this one. You need to behave and do what Mike said.” Josh said, making his way himself a cup. 

“You said a bad word!” I accused, and Josh turned around, totally confused. At this point, I had attracted the attention of Patrick and Jake, who had come out to see what the commotion was about. 

“Love, what’s going on? Since when do you care if Josh swears or not?” Patrick asked, leaning against the arm of the couch so he could see all of us. “I don’t care if he swears, but he told me to behave, and that’s a terrible word, and no one is supposed to say it anymore,” I explained, still pou 

pouting. 

Take laughed, coming over and kissing my forehead. Sorry, sweetheart, none of us are getting in the middle of this one. What did you do anyway?” 

“Nothing; I was cuddling with Mike and asked if he would stay with me tonight because I missed him,” I explained. Mike cleared his throat, and Josh quirked his eyebrow at me.” Fine, I might have teased Mike a little, but I didn’t mean to, though, and he was teasing me too, and then Mike told me to behave, and I told him that should be a bad word and no one should say it anymore. Then Josh came out and told me to behave, too.” I took a deep breath after my explanation. 

When I saw Jake and Patrick were not going to agree with me, I crossed my arms across my chest and stomped my bare foot o making almost no sound. “Mean, mean, mean, mean, mean, I said, looking at each of the guys in turn, and then stomped off to my bedroom, making 

foot on the carpeted floor, sure the door was closed behind me. Drew was sitting up when I climbed onto the bed. 

“What’s going on angel?” Drew asked as I climbed into his lap. 

and word that no one can say.” I sighed dramatically,