Beautiful Harmony Book Five (EBOOK)

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“You're not gonna beat it.”

“Shut up. I’m gonna beat it.”

Lucas grinned and leaned against the side of the Pacman game. “I’ve had the high score since I was seventeen years old.”

“Yeah, because it’s the last time anyone used this machine,” Emma said.

“Ouch,” Lucas said as his grin widened. “Look, we both know my Pacman skills are superior. Ladies don’t have the dexterity that men do when it comes to gameplay.”

She made a way too adorable grunt of frustration before shoving the joystick to the right. “A ghost nearly ate me because of your bullshit. After I beat your high score, I’m kicking your ass for the sexist attitude. Now stop distracting me.”

Lucas laughed and shoved his hands into his jean pockets. He studied Emma as she played the game. Her entire focus was narrowed in on the game, and she didn’t pay any attention to him. He knew she hated being stared at and, while he understood her reasons, he relished the opportunity to look at her without upsetting her or making her feel self-conscious.

Fuck, she was gorgeous. Lucas stared at her mouth, imagining for what felt like the thousandth time what it would be like to have those full lips wrapped around his dick. How deep would she take him? Would she stare up at him with those beautiful blue eyes while he fucked her mouth?

He resisted the urge to reach down and adjust his dick. Not that he thought Emma would notice, but what if she did? How the fuck would he explain the semi that was obvious even through his jeans? It was getting harder and harder to ignore his attraction to her.

Emma worked the joystick furiously, her face flush with excitement and her entire body swaying and moving as she tried to clear the board. He let his gaze drop to her perfect tits. What would Emma do if he stepped behind her right now and cupped them?

Kick you in the balls so hard, you’d be fishing them out of your throat? his inner voice replied.

Probably.

Knowing that didn’t help his erection issue any. He straightened and walked toward the futon.

“Where are you going?” Emma said without taking her eyes off the screen.

“Futon,” he said.

“Can’t bear to watch me beat your high score, huh?” She muttered a curse and yanked the joystick to the left.

“More like I need a nap since we’ll probably be here all night while you try but fail to beat my high score,” he said.

She stuck her tongue out at him, and he collapsed on the futon, looking away in a hurry before his damn dick just tore through the denim. He laid on his back, staring up at the ceiling and listening to the Pacman theme song and Emma’s occasional muttered curses.

Being in his parents’ basement, lying on the same futon that had been here for as long as he could remember, made him feel like he was fifteen again. Minus the gorgeous woman trying to beat his Pacman high score, of course.

He closed his eyes so he wouldn’t stare at Emma’s delectable ass. Maybe if he –

“Oh my God, I did it!”

He stood up in a hurry, staring at Emma as she turned toward him. “I freaking did it, Lucas! I beat your high score.”

“Son of a bitch,” he said.

She laughed and did a little dance in place, shimmying her hips and making her perfect tits bounce before she hurried across the basement toward him.

“I told you I’d do it. I told you I’d – shit!”

He automatically lunged forward as she tripped over her bag that she’d left on the floor and caught her before she could fall flat on her face. Her momentum pushed them both backward, and they landed on the futon in a tangle of limbs and muttered curses.

Emma’s soft and curvy body was mostly underneath him, and Lucas knew he needed to sit up, knew he needed to get out of her personal space, but holy fuck, did she feel good underneath him.

She stared up at him. “Shit. You okay?”

“Fine,” he said. “You?”

“Yeah. Sorry. I tripped over my bag.”

“You did,” he said. “Are you impressed by my cat-like reflexes in catching you?”

“Are you impressed that I beat your high score?”

He grinned at the smug look that crossed her face. For once, she wasn’t actively trying to make sure only the right side of her face was visible, and she wasn’t tense or stiff the way she usually got if he stood too close.

“Everyone gets lucky sooner or later,” he said.

Her look of outrage was fucking adorable. She poked him in the side and scowled. “That was not luck, Lucas Wright. That was pure skill, and just because you -”

He kissed her. He couldn’t not kiss her. Not when she was soft and warm below him, and her mouth was only inches from his, and he could feel her glorious tits pressed against his chest.

She made a startled squeak and her hands pressed against his ribs. Pressed and then gripped his shirt, pulling him down even closer as her lips parted.

He slid his tongue between her lips, flicking at her tongue lightly before exploring her mouth. She tasted like the lemonade she’d been drinking, and he relished the sour sweetness as he sucked lightly on her tongue. Her soft moan went straight to his dick, and he shoved his thigh between hers, pressing it up against her pussy. His cock had turned to stone, and he groaned into Emma’s mouth when she shifted slightly, and the soft curve of her hip rubbed against his dick.

He cupped her breast through her t-shirt, kneading it gently and rubbing his thumb over her nipple until it hardened. He nipped at her bottom lip before kissing her throat and nuzzling the soft spot below her ear.
Her low gasps and the way she rocked her lower body against his had him aching to strip her naked right here in his parents’ basement.

Probably not the best idea, but that didn’t stop him from reaching for her shirt hem. There was no fucking way either of them were leaving this basement without him seeing her tits. Without him sucking on her nipples. Without him –

A wet tongue slurped across his cheek to his ear. He jerked in surprise, and Emma gasped into his ear as her face was licked next.

“What the fuck?” He pulled back, staring at the basset hound’s face only inches from his. She licked his face again, and he grunted in annoyance. “Greta, what are you doing here? Go on.”

Greta backed up a few steps, but her entire body wiggled joyfully, and Lucas knew from experience it would only be a matter of minutes before she tried to climb onto the futon with them.

“Whose dog is this?” Emma asked.

“My parents. She must have been out with them or… shit!” Lucas whipped his head to the right to stare at the basement steps.

Emma followed his gaze, and he could practically feel the heat from her face as she turned bright red.

His parents stood on the basement stairs, surprise on his father’s face and amusement on his mother’s.

“Good God, Lucas. It’s like you’re a horny fifteen-year-old all over again,” his father said.

“Not true,” his mother said. “Fifteen-year-old Lucas would never have had a girl down here. Just a bottle of lotion and a box of tissues.”

“Mom!” Lucas said.

She laughed. “It’s fine, honey. All teenage boys masturbate. Hi, Emma. It’s lovely to see you again.”

“Um, hi, Mrs. Wright,” Emma said.

“Oh please, call me Helen,” his mother said. “Sorry, we interrupted. We saw Lucas’s car in the driveway and assumed he was here by himself.”

“We came over to play arcade games,” Lucas said.

“Did you? Because it seems hard to play an arcade game when you’ve got your tongue down a girl’s throat,” his father said with a grin.

Shit, Emma wasn’t the only one glowing now. Between the two of them, they could power a city block.

“Don’t embarrass the kids, honey,” Helen said. “Lucas, did you get my email about your aunt’s birthday?”

“Yeah. Mom, can you give us a minute?” he said.

“Oh, of course. Once you two are,” his mother paused and grinned at his dad, “finished playing your arcade games, come upstairs. We stopped at the bakery and picked up the most decadent chocolate cake. You and Emma must try it.”

“Uh, sure, maybe,” Lucas said.

His father whistled for Greta, and the basset hound took off for the stairs, her long ears flying out behind her. The three of them walked up the stairs, and Lucas moved to the far end of the futon, clearing his throat as Emma sat up and straightened her shirt.

The birthmark on her face was a dark pink, and when she realized he was looking at it, she turned her head away to stare at the arcade games lined up against the wall.

“Emma, I -”

“That was a mistake,” she said. “A mistake that can never happen again.”