Off Limits

chapter 17



Nix



Un-f*cking-believable!

Linc would have to come home right now. It kills me to walk away from Emily in the kitchen, with her face all flushed from that climax she just had. I'm sure it's evil of me, but I'm prideful that I put that look on her face. And I will put it there again but apparently not tonight.

I head into the living room, assuming Emily is right behind me. Linc is setting his equipment bag on the floor and he looks up at me.

"Hey, man," I say.

"Wazzup?" He gives me a warm smile and then his eyes widen in surprise. He's looking right over my shoulder and I'm aware that Emily has walked into the room.

"Emily?" Linc asks in surprise, as if he can't believe she's standing here. Hell, I can barely believe it.

I turn to look at her and she appears cool and composed. She's even holding the glass of wine in her hand. "Hey, Linc. How are you?"

Linc is looking back and forth between me and Emily, like he can't put his finger on our connection. And there's no reason why he should. I've never told him that Emily hit me, or that she is working for me.

"I'm good," he says slowly. "What are you doing here?"

He asks the question of Emily but looks at me for the answer, like I must have her here against her will or something. Thankfully, my hard-on has almost completely diminished so he shouldn't be making that connection.

"Emily's working for me part time," I supply. No sense in hiding the truth. It's not like it's a secret. I've just never told Linc because I never thought to. It wasn't that big of a deal to me.

"She's working for you? Why?" He's now asking me the question, but looking at Emily for the answer. That tells me he's skeptical.

Emily leans up casually against the wall and takes a sip of her wine. She is visually stunning and I'm amazed at how composed she is right now. Just two minutes ago she was riding my hand and screaming out my name. I do get a small sense of satisfaction over the fact that her cheeks are still a little flushed.

"Well...it's kind of a funny story," Emily answers him. "Would you like to tell him, Nix or should I?"

I turn the palm of one hand face-up and sweep it in a grand gesture toward her, giving her the all clear to tell him the details.

Emily's gorgeous mouth turns up into a smirk when she says, "I accidentally ran over your brother with my car that day I interviewed you. I happened to mangle his motorcycle pretty badly, and now I'm an indentured servant to him until I work the debt off."

Linc's eyebrows shoot for the stars. "You're kidding?"

"Nope. I almost killed your brother." She's grinning as she takes another sip of wine.

"Why in the hell are you working for him? Aren't the Burnhams richer than God?"

Emily snorts—quite unladylike—but she doesn't even look embarrassed. I like that.

"Let's just say that I've been cut off from my family's riches for a while. Besides, I'm actually enjoying it. I even had a lot of fun painting Nix’s living room yesterday."

I almost choke when she says that. She's clearly referencing the scorching kiss we shared, but Linc doesn't know that. It doesn't stop his jaw from dropping just over the thought of wealthy, socialite Emily Burnham painting my living room.

Linc nods his head up and down as if he understands, but his vacant expression says he doesn't. It’s actually amusing me to see his consternation.

"Well," Emily says as she hands me her wine glass. "I really need to get going. Thanks for the glass of wine and the talk, Nix. Linc...I'll see you around."

I walk Emily to the door and Linc says goodbye before heading back to his bedroom. As she steps out into the hallway, I walk out with her.

"I'll walk you down to your car," I offer.

"No need. I'm good. I'll see you after school on Monday."

She starts to walk away and I don't like this cool, nonchalant, "I can easily walk away from you after a mind-blowing orgasm", Emily. I reach out and grab her wrist. She stops and looks at me, her head slightly tilted at an inquiring angle.

"Are you okay?" I don't know what makes me ask this, or why I'm even worried about it.

She gives me a soft smile. "I'm good. And...we're cool, Nix. No worries."

Now, what the f*ck does that mean?

I release her wrist and watch her walk to the elevator. She stands there staring at the doors, tapping her toe. The smile is still on her face and I wonder if she's thinking about what just happened when we were in the kitchen.

That memory is certainly going to stick with me.

The elevator opens and she steps in. I start to turn away, but she calls my name. I look back, and her head is peeking out the doors at me. She looks like a cat ready to pounce when she says, “Next time...I get to reciprocate.” She gives me a little wave then disappears behind the doors.

I walk back into Linc's apartment, shaking my head. The thoughts of her reciprocating are almost too much for me to bear knowing that she’s not within arm’s length of me.

Heading into the kitchen, I can't help but wonder what would have happened tonight if Linc had not shown up. At the moment he walked in the door, I was dead set on losing myself inside of Emily. But I also wonder if I would have talked myself out of it. I mean, it's one thing to pleasure the hell out of her which was oddly and incredibly gratifying to me as well. But if we had sex, the ballgame would change completely. Would it be worth potential complications that would arise down the road? I'm betting it would be.

I grab the beer I had been drinking and take a long swallow. When I raise the bottle to my mouth, I can smell Emily's sweet scent on my hand and my dick starts twitching again. It doesn’t need much encouragement after Emily’s last words.

"What the f*ck are you doing with Ryan Burnham's baby sister?"

I spin around and see Linc walk into the kitchen. He grabs a beer out of the fridge and pops it open. His words aren't menacing...more disbelieving if anything.

"I'm not doing anything with her. She came by to talk and she had a glass of wine."

"Talk my ass," Linc says. "You were sporting a major woody when you came into the living room and there's no way you got that just by 'talking'. So fess up."

Shit! He saw that, huh?

Well, I'm not going to lie about it further. "Mind your own business. We're two consenting adults."

I haven't admitted details but by telling him to keep his nose out of my affairs pretty much admits that something is going on.

"So, that whole story about her hitting you and working the debt off is fake?"

I smile at him. "Nope. That's true. She almost killed me and now she paints my house as well as a variety of other menial tasks."

"Menial tasks? Please don't tell me she's working it off in the bedroom, Nix! Please, please tell me I'm wrong to be thinking that."

"You're a damned pervert, Linc. Of course she's not paying her debt off that way. She's doing secretarial stuff for my business...and...well, yeah, one day I had her paint my living room but that was just to keep her out of my hair for the day."

Linc doesn't say anything and takes another sip of his beer. His voice is serious when he says, "Don't hurt her, Nix."

My blood immediately flares then boils over. "Why? Do you have a thing for her?" There is no way Linc is having Emily!

"No, I don't have a thing for her. I mean, I would have a thing for her if she gave me the time of day but she never has." He pauses, trying to find the right words. "It's just...if you hurt her, it's probably going to ruin my relationship with Ryan. Which, I hate to say, could jeopardize our playing together. Just be considerate of others is all I'm saying."

Wow. I didn't consider that there could be further reaching implications than what I had originally imagined. But I shake it off. "We're good, Linc."

He looks at me with continued worry.

I try to reassure him, and myself. "Emily and I have an understanding. No worries."

***

Emily has been gone a few hours and I'm lying in my bed, trying to go to sleep. Fat chance of that, seeing as how I can't stop replaying those few minutes we had together in the kitchen. She was so free, so accepting of everything I gave her. I half expected her to be strung a little tight. Like when I pulled her dress off of her...I expected her to be shy, or nervous, or even slightly distressed we were in the middle of the kitchen. But Emily...she was the opposite. She reveled in her sexual nature.

I have no clue what her level of experience is, and frankly, I don't give a shit. I've already breached that wall of worry and there's no going back now. I tried—very hard—to keep my distance from her. Every logical argument as to why I should stay away from Emily Burnham has played through my head and I've decided to reject them all.

It's like I told Linc. We're both consenting adults. There is nothing standing in our way from exploring our sexual attraction to each other. Hell, those were Emily’s very arguments she made to me.

Still...there is that small part of me that wonders if Emily can truly handle a no-strings relationship. I know I won't be able to handle it if she wants to pin me down in any way. Just the thought has me feeling boxed in and anger surges through my veins. My heart rate picks up.

I take a few deep, calming breaths. Just the way Dr. Antoniak taught me. I really need to pay her a visit, and probably soon. My talk with Paul the other day has me spiraling a bit. I'll make sure to call her tomorrow morning and make an appointment.

As if sensing my need for him, Harley gets up from the bottom of my bed and moves his body next to mine. He places his warm head on my chest and just stares at me with those chocolate eyes. I reach up and lazily scratch his head, running my fingertips behind his ears. I concentrate on the softness of his fur.

As I continue to rub Harley's head, my heart rate starts decreasing and after a few minutes, I'm not only calm but feeling drowsy. My thoughts drift back to Emily and the image of her breaking apart under my hand is the last thing I remember thinking about before I fall asleep.