The After of Us (Judge Me Not #4)(42)

“Hmm, interesting,” I murmur after a few minutes of checking things out.

Will’s porn collection is interesting. It’s comprised mostly of video clips—hot, little snippets of all kinds of action. The content is so raw and real that my own juices soon get flowing. There’s one of a pizza delivery guy delivering far more than pizza that I just have to watch all the way through.

When I start squirming around on the sofa, wishing fervently that Will was back, I make myself close the clip.

“Wow, Will.” I fan myself, trying to cool down. “I sure wish we could re-enact that one.”

Too bad I can’t share my desire with Will, as I bet he’d be up for it, in more ways than one.

Focus, Emma!

A few minutes pass—and with my libido at bay, for the time being—I soon stumble upon the draft of Will’s comic book. Opening the file, I start a slide show of cells Will originally drew with his own hand.

“Amazing,” I whisper as the colorful scenes quickly flow into a gripping story.

I shake my head, impressed. Will is so damn unbelievably talented.

From what I can gather—since I don’t have time to check out the whole book—his story revolves around a lead character named Champion, a muscle-bound guy who looks remarkably similar to Chase.

I have to smile. Will loves his brother so very much.

In Champion’s world, dark days have arrived. Crime runs rampant in a war-devastated Las Vegas. The subject matter is dark, yet somehow filled with hope. Champion is a kind of vigilante, one who imparts his own brand of justice. He helps the poor and downtrodden, and eventually they rise up against a criminal ring running Sin City.

Quickly, I reach down to the floor and rummage through my purse to find the flash drive I brought. Once I have the drive in hand, I shove it into the USB port and swiftly copy the file.

Just in time, too.

After placing the flash drive back in my bag, Will strolls in with the pizza.

I slam the lid down on his laptop and thrust myself back on the sofa cushions.

Not noticing that anything is up, Will holds the pizza box aloft, and says, “Hope you’re hungry, babe. This thing is huge. The large-size pie here is way bigger than the pizza I’m used to getting out west.”

“As long as you remembered pepperoni, I’m sure I can manage to eat my fair share,” I say, hoping I don’t look as guilty as I feel.

“Yep, I remembered,” Will tells me. “I even asked for extra.”

It’s then I notice that although I closed the laptop, I forgot to power it down. The on-light is glowing bright green, like an accusatory eye.

Crap. I better distract Will so he doesn’t notice.

“You’re the best boyfriend ever,” I suddenly start gushing as I flip my hair over my shoulder in what I hope is a sexy manner. “Maybe we should skip the pizza and go right to your reward.”

Will looks utterly confused. “Reward?”

Think fast.

“Yes,” I purr, batting my lashes. “You deserve a reward for being so thoughtful and remembering that I love pepperoni.”

Placing the pizza box on the island that separates the kitchen from the living room, Will eyes me curiously. “Are you feeling all right, Emma?” he asks.

I sigh.

And then I come clean.

Well, kind of.

Since I can’t tell Will what I was really up to—in case none of the agents ever get back to me—I go with a different tact.

“Okay, you found me out.” I raise my hands, like I’m-so-busted. “Your laptop was sitting here”—I make a dramatic gesture to the laptop—“and I wanted to look up something on Google.”

“All right,” Will says slowly. “So, what’s so awful about that?”

“Um, well, nothing.” Just spit it out. “It’s just that I kind of stumbled upon your porn stash.”

Will suppresses a laugh. “I don’t care, Emma. You really think I’d be mad about that?”

“Well, yeah, kind of.”

He cocks his head, observing me as he asks in a low voice, “Why? What’d you think? Were you offended?”

“Uh… Not exactly.” My face warms. No, wait, everything warms. “Actually, I thought some of the clips were pretty hot.”

Forgetting all about the pizza, Will stalks toward me. “Oh, yeah? Which ones?”

I press back into the cushions, my pulse quickening. “Well, there was one in particular…”

“Go on.”

“It’s the video where the delivery boy gives the girl, uh, more than the pizza. Anyway, I thought that one was super-hot.”

Will, having reached the sofa, stands over me, tall and foreboding. “How fitting then that I just brought in a pizza,” he rasps.

“I think so, too.” I’m trying to play it shy, like the girl in the video.

Will likes this game, I can tell. His smoldering emerald gaze grows dark. I like the play-acting, too. More than I ever thought I would. I want Will so much that I’m now pulsing in delicious anticipation. We both know the delivery boy took the girl fast and hard, from behind. But first, he made her strip in front of him, while he stood towering over her, barking out lewd commands.

When Will unzips his jeans and demands, “Take your shorts off, slut!” I can’t wait to comply.