How to Steal Your Best Friend's Fiancé - London Casey Page 0,83
got a text from Emily.
It was a picture I was not expecting.
Her hand.
Her pointer finger.
A pair of panties hanging from her finger.
And a naughty text telling me she was thinking about me and she had to take her panties off because they were wet.
I had to be careful because I was in the middle of the gym with a bunch of sweaty guys. And I was not wearing the proper attire to try and hide myself as I felt my cock throbbing, threatening to get hard.
I walked from the gym to the locker room.
If Emily wanted to play this game, I had a picture of my own I could send her.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Emily
I debated on sending the pic for way too long.
So long that by the time I sent it, I had put my panties back on and went from being a dirty woman to a fun aunt, wearing a crown and a cape that choked my neck as Henley wanted to play castle.
Henley being Henley, she made me be the princess and she was the female warrior coming to save me.
And those were her words.
Female warrior.
She said she didn’t need some knight to show up. That girls could save themselves and each other.
All I heard was Elise’s voice as Henley spoke.
Not that it was a bad thing, but I hoped Henley would grow up to know there were good guys in the world. And sometimes getting saved by one wasn’t the worst experience in the world.
I stood on Henley’s bed. Her room was a mix of little girl and defiant young woman. She had lots of pinks and purples. But she also had blacks and blues. She had dolls. But she also had science kits. Like half of her heart wanted to be a little girl and the other half wanted to discover something that would change the world.
Henley kicked open the door.
“I’ll save you!” she cried out.
“Hurry!” I yelled. “The monster is getting me.”
The monster was a stuffed alligator on the floor. Its marble eyes looking at me. In my head, I had to pretend it was coming to eat me alive.
Henley hurried to the alligator and stabbed it with her pretend sword.
My phone buzzed in my pocket.
It was a reply from Liam for my dirty pic I sent.
When I swiped and his picture reply opened up, I gasped and shut my phone screen off.
“I have to go,” I said. I jumped off the bed. “I have to go pee.”
“You just went like twenty minutes ago,” Henley said.
“Don’t grow up,” I said. “It’s a trap. You have to pee all the time.”
I ran from her room to the bathroom.
I locked the door and looked at the picture.
It was… Liam… but not his face.
It was his…
I looked at the mirror.
My face was bright red.
And I mean bright fucking red.
His cock wasn’t fully hard, but thick enough that…
I slowly exhaled.
I bit my lip.
I texted him back.
Thinking of me? You should keep going…
I had no clue what I was thinking.
I didn’t do the whole dirty texts and pics thing.
Liam replied really fast.
Already done, babe. Your turn.
I smiled.
I looked at the picture again.
My mind. My heart. My body.
I knew what Liam felt like…
I was in my sister’s house. In the upstairs bathroom.
Staring at a picture of Liam’s cock.
The fingers of my right hand twitching…
Are you touching yourself, Em?
I swallowed hard at the text and used my left hand to reply.
Finishing myself right now… thinking of your big cock inside me…
“Emily, are you okay?”
Elise flipped her book over and jumped off the stool and ran to me.
“Yeah, what’s wrong?” I asked.
“You look… flushed. You look flustered. Like…”
I started to blush again.
I thought I had splashed enough water on my face after my personal time in the upstairs bathroom.
“I’m okay,” I said.
“She was in the potty for a long time,” Henley said as she walked through the kitchen. “Thankfully it doesn’t smell like when Daddy goes to the bathroom.”
“You sure you’re okay?” Elise asked. “I can tell when you’re lying.”
“If I’m lying, then what was I doing in the bathroom?” I challenged my sister. “Huh? Going through your medicine cabinet?”
“Okay,” Elise said. “You just looked… I don’t know.”
“Can we change the subject?”
“Sure,” Elise said. “Dan should be home in a little bit. But… sister time here. Jeff talked to him again. He still has that proposal. And he even has-”
“Elise,” I said. “No more.”
“What?”
“I don’t want to hear anything about Jeff ever again.”