Page 127 of Deviant Reign (Knight's Ridge Empire 6)

THEO

“Are they having a fucking laugh?” I grunt as the knocking of my front door rings out around us.

But I don’t make a move to answer it. Instead, I push Emmie’s body harder against the wall I’ve pinned her against. My cock is still aching from that little make out session at her dad’s, and I need it to fucking continue before I explode.

“They care,” she half says, half moans as I kiss down her neck.

“So do I, about making you come and sinking my cock so deep inside you that you’ll feel it until this time next week.”

“Theo,” she moans when I cup her pussy over her jeans, pressing the seam against her clit. “Oh God.”

Then my phone starts ringing.

“Motherfuckers,” I hiss.

“Answer the door, Theodore,” she instructs, pressing her palms to my chest and forcing me back. “We’ll tell them everything is okay and send them on their way.”

“And what if they want to hang?”

She stares at me with a quirked brow. “Has hanging out ever stopped them?”

“Fair point.” Pushing my hand into my boxers, I moan as I squeeze my needy cock. “First chance I get, I’m sinking balls deep inside you and having you screaming my name.”

“Sounds like a plan, boss.”

The knocking starts again, and the sound of a pissed-off Seb filters through the door.

I give Emmie a second to straighten herself out before I march toward the banging.

“Oh hey, man. What’s up?” I ask lightly, making his brows pinch in irritation, although understanding flickers through his eyes.

“Good to see you fucking came up for air to let us know you were okay.” He rolls his eyes, shoving past me and inviting himself inside.

“We’re fine. Everything is good,” Emmie assures him as Stella follows him.

“We brought takeout,” she announces, holding the bag up.

My eyes immediately find Emmie’s. My stomach twists in excitement at the mischief I find staring back at me.

“You… uh… were kinda interrupting something.”

“So we see,” Seb says with a smirk, dropping his eyes to my crotch.

“Don’t let us stop you,” Stella offers. “We’ll dish up.”

“You two are weird,” I mutter. Seb smiles, seeing straight through my bullshit. He knows full well that at this very moment, I’d bend her over the sofa and fuck her right here. I am that desperate.

“Aw, babe,” Emmie purrs, stepping up to me. My entire body jolts when her palm rubs over my length through my jeans. “Cock blocked again?”

“Hell yeah,” Seb barks like the irritating fuck he is. “Keep going, Em. Make him jizz in his pants like a schoolboy.“

Emmie’s eyes alight with amusement, knowing that she really does have that power, even without touching me.

“Fuck. You,” I hiss, although with the way Emmie’s hand is rubbing me, my voice loses some of its bite.

“Can you just give us a minute?” Emmie asks, slipping her other hand into mine. “There’s a really pressing issue I have to deal with.”

Both Seb and Stella snort a laugh, but I quickly forget they even exist as Emmie starts tugging me out of the room.