Shattered Girl (Emmy)

Chapter 82 Chapter 82

I sat on the back of the boat next to the ladder and watched the guys swim and play in the water. One of them had packed a football and they were throwing it around Josh spotted me watching them and held the ball up, making a motion asking if I wanted to catch it. I nodded and stood, Josh threw it, and I caught it with no problem, grinning at the shocked expression on all of their faces.

"What? I teased, as I threw it back to them.

"Good throw, honey, Mike called. I blew him a kiss, sat down in the shade, and pulled out my book to read. It was a quiet afternoon, and I enjoyed going from reading to sitting on the end of the boat with my feet in the water when I got too warm. I even played a few more games of catch with the guys, enjoying teasing them about thinking I didn't know how to catch or throw a ball, it was late afternoon when we finally got ready to go back to the house. It had been a fun relaxing day, but I was still tired and more than ready to go home and take a relaxing shower.

Once the boat was docked, we hauled everything back to the house, dumping it in the kitchen to deal with after our showers. The guys headed upstairs to their own bathrooms; I decided I wanted to put the food away that was still in the cooler before heading to my own shower. I was just putting the last of it in the fridge when I felt a set of arms slide around my waist. Flooked over at my shoulder and grinned at Patrick.

"Did you already shower?" I asked

could share yours," Patrick answered with a sexy

the drinks from the cooler? I wanted to get them put away before we forgot.

and we walked upstairs together to my bedroom. Closing my bedroom door behind us. I went to my closet to grab a clean change of clothes while Patrick went into the bathroom and turned on the water for the shower. So

this Built.?" I asked him as I ran my hand

I'd like to admit," Patrick said. "But I would be willing to do it all again just

hand before massaging it into my hair. I groaned in pleasure as his fingers worked their way around my scalp. If we hadn't been standing in the shower, I bet I would have fallen asleep to the feel of his fingers in

things like this with you, Patrick admitted. "It feels so normal, plus I

than the sounds I make when one of you is inside me?" I

talking about the small everyday things, washing your hair, holding you while we watch a movie, helping you tidy up. It's a different kind of

me, body wash cupped in the palm of one hand, he began to dribble it down my body, the cool feel of the soap sliding down my heated body made me hiss, but it quickly turned into a moan when

growing dick, causing him to let out his own groan as he began to thrust against me. Patrick spun me around and then pressed my back against the cold tile of the shower wall, making me gasp at the sudden change of temperature. He was on his knees in a flash, and the cold tile was