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Belle-
Strong arms closed around my waist as I mounted my bike. It never occurred to me in a million years, Emmett would be confident enough to let me drive, securing me in his solid embrace. Generally, I wasn't used to having a passenger on my bike, but a shot of adrenaline coursed through me.
Who would've thought Emmett McCarty was capable of conjuring this delicious friction? As I stopped at the light, his broad hand cupped my cheek and turned to me face him. Tequila flavored his tongue as it wound around mine, and he bit into my lip so hard he left an imprint of his teeth.
I became breathless, returning his kiss with equal vigor until a blaring horn behind us intruded. Heavy lidded, I stared at his mouth when he relinquished my lips. I could care less about the numbskull behind us, a haze filling my mind and stealing my thoughts.
"You're sexy as hell driving this bike," he whispered, his long fingers slipping down to my crotch. With an evil glint in his eyes, he rubbed the spot that began to ache. "Ever been fingered on this bike?"
Startled, I glanced toward the traffic beginning to move. "Husband, you are so distracting. No. No one's ever …"
"Would you fucking go?" The irate driver behind us yelled, slapping his hand against his door with impatience.
Emmett's huge paws tighten on my hips holding me in place. "Can't shoot a man for being an idiot …"
"Fine." Stubbornly my chin tilted as I turned to face the light. Reviving the motor as if I intended to go, I merely sat there staring at the green light.
"What are you doing, wife?" He rumbled in my ear.
"Getting ready to drive." Looking at my gloved hands, I watched the light turn to yellow, grinning as the asshole behind me cursed. Seconds before the light switched to red, so sped through the light. An unbelievable satisfaction flowed through me as Emmett's laughter tickled my ear.
"That was so sexy!"
I melted as his gruff voice washed over me. I didn't know how such a change could happen quite so fast. Hours ago, I was completely devoted to Jake, but Emmett awakened sensations while foreign to me were fascinating in an indescribable way.
If I didn't understand what was happening how the fuck was I supposed to explain it to Jake. Don't get me wrong, I am the bitch of Chi-Town, I'd cut a man down for looking at me wrong. With my father's line of work, it kind of came with the territory. I wasn't so far gone that I couldn't sympathize with others, however.
I had no desire to break Jake's heart, and the probability was undeniable. Jake and I met three years ago on the ferry when I'd been looking for my dick of an ex. He'd stopped me from throwing the lying, cheating scoundrel into Chicago River. We'd become friends and eventually lovers.
If I were being honest I'd done it just to piss Charlie off. We'd always been at odds with one another, and knowing he looked down his self-righteous nose at Jake had been the cherry on the sundae. It didn't make hurting him any easier.
Fuck my life. If he cried I might poke my damn eyes out.
We pulled up in front of Jake's apartment. He lived over the top of an Italian bistro overlooking midtown. Parking my bike, Emmett and I climbed off in tandem and jogged up the staircase to Jake's front door. Emmett's hand settled on my hip as we waited for Jake to answer.
Normally, I would be annoyed by such a display of ownership. Hell, I barely liked holding hands. Emmett's touch felt different somehow. Leaning into him, I impatiently rapped again on the door.
I heard Jake cursing as the door cracked open. "Bella, I wasn't expecting you."
"Baby, where did you go?"
The sing-song voice of a woman in the background was the last thing I expected to hear. Instantly alert, my lashes dropped down into a glare as I quickly processed what was happening.
Before Jake could stop me, or Emmett's massive arms could wrap around my waist, I slammed against the door, satisfaction soaring when it blasted Jake in the face. I didn't bother looking behind me as I bragged into my former lover's apartment, my hand wrapping around the gun tucked in my waistline.
Yanking the nine out, I pinned the busty brunette against the wall. Seeing her in a sheer gown, I pointed the barrel at her forehead. "How fucking long have you been sleeping with this bitch behind my back?"
"Bella …" Jake yelled frantically, his hands flying in the air in surrender. "Put the gun …"
"How long?" I threw back, cutting him off. I spent two years thinking I was in love with this son of a bitch. "Answer the fucking question, Jake."
The woman in front of me looked mortified, and a sliver of empathy filled me. It wasn't her fault my boyfriend had been a lying, cheating scum. When her eyes went wide and she pissed herself, my fingers loosened just a fraction.
"Bella," Emmett started, stepping into the room behind me. "Put the gun down, wife."
Upon hearing Emmett's voice, some of the anger melted away, finally remembering why she was here in the first place. Slowly I relinquished my hold on her and turned to face Jake. "I should shoot you between the eyes. If I hadn't come here to break our relationship off this would be ending in a completely different way. But I will tell you to go straight to hell, swiftly, you fucking, prick."
"Did he just call you wife?" Jake wanted to know with an edge to his voice. "When the hell did you get married?"
I spied my husband waiting next to the door. Square my shoulders with my head held high, I walked out of Jake's apartment without looking back.
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