Stolen Course (Wrecked and Ruined #2)(36)

A small twinkle lights her eyes. “I’m already on the pill,” she says, running her hands up my chest.

“Tell me you’re mine,” I repeat.

“Take off the condom,” she says, moving her hands into the back of my hair.

I chuckle and shake my head, knowing, as usual, that she’s still screwing with me. However, the idea of being bare inside her forces me to let it go.

Emma pushes up on her knees, allowing me just enough room to snap off the rubber barrier. No sooner than my hands are out of the way, she slams down, rejoining us completely.

“Jesus!” I shout, and she moans.

She rides me in the front seat of my truck until I honestly can’t take it anymore. I turn, depositing her on the seat beside me, and slide out the door before she can protest.

“I’m not finishing this here.” I pull my pants up then reach in and sling her over my shoulder. “My turn.” I slap her naked ass, and she lets out a loud laugh as I carry her into the house.

For over an hour, I make good on my ‘plan.’ I take my time, touching every inch of Emma’s body before finally, and truly, making her mine. Sated, we silently lie in bed while I try to figure out a way to keep her. I need some magical fix-all that can help us both overcome our bullshit. And what I really mean is for me to overcome my bullshit.

“I meant it, Emmy. We’re going to figure this out,” I whisper against her neck. “Something is going on here, and I know you feel it too. I want this. I want to see where it goes and what we can be together.”

“What if we just keep Sarah separate from us?” she asks, confusing me.

“She’s your sister. How do you propose we do that?”

“Yes, she is my sister, and I love her. I know you don’t like her, and while I adamantly disagree with your reasons, I’m not too blind to see why you would feel that way. You know I’m going to see her and talk to her, and I’m not going to lie to you about that. However, it also doesn’t mean you need all the details.”

“No, I really f*cking don’t,” I snap a little too harshly.

“And you know what I don’t need?” she says, suddenly sitting up and cocking her head at me. “Your attitude about it. If you want this to work, you are going to have to figure out a way to keep your hatred to yourself. I know it’s there. I definitely don’t need you to remind me about it every single time her name happens to come up.”

Feeling like an ass, I sit up also and drag her across my lap. She quickly moves to straddle me, not even willing to relinquish control for a minute.

“Fair enough. You don’t talk about her and I’ll keep my shit to myself?”

“Yep,” she says shortly, but I can feel her body begin to relax.

“Deal. Now tell me you’re mine.”

“You’re definitely mine, Caleb,” she says with a smirk that has me growing hard all over again.





IT’S MOVING day, and Eli just picked up the last load of Sarah’s stuff. True to his word, Caleb has been completely absent today. It doesn’t hurt. I understand his reasons, and after our little discussion, we both agreed that distance between him and Sarah is the best answer. I can’t keep them as separate part of my life forever, but for now, this seems to work.

Eli Tanner is my new pal. He showed up bright and early this morning to help me move all of Sarah’s stuff into our new two-bedroom apartment. Without even asking, he walked in and immediately started packing boxes. We didn’t think it was right to ask Brett to help. His opinion of Sarah isn’t any better than Caleb’s right now. So Eli brought along another friend, Ty Stephens, to help. He’s a big quiet guy who has probably only said ten words to me all day. However, he’s been working his ass off. Between the two guys, they have made quick work of this move.

“Hello?” I answer my phone. “Eli, no! That’s my room. Sorry…hello?”

“Miss Erickson?”

“Yes?” I say, pulling the phone away from my ear to look at the caller ID on the screen.

“My name is Dr. Preston Clark. I work at Building Foundations. I’m currently treating your sister, Sarah.”

“Oh, hi! Is she okay?” I quickly ask as guilt and panic settle in my stomach.

I haven’t talked to Sarah since that day in the hospital. I’ve tried, but she just rejects my calls. I get updates from the center, but it’s always from her the patient coordinator, Judy. This is the first time I’ve actually heard from one of her doctors.

“Yes, Sarah is fine. I was wondering if you would be available to come in for one of her therapy sessions this week?”

“Really? Does Sarah know you’re calling? Does she want me there? Will she talk to me?” I rush out a million miles an hour, causing the good doctor to laugh a little.

“Yes, she does. We were hoping you could come in tomorrow?”

“Can I come today?” I can’t contain my excitement. I’ve been wanting to talk to her for weeks now.

“Sarah’s session is in thirty minutes. Perhaps tomorrow—”

“I’ll be there!” I jump to my feet, scanning the room for my keys.

“Miss Erickson, really, tomorrow—” He starts, but I once again cut him off.