Shattered Girl (Emmy)

Chapter

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It was late by the time the movie was over, and I could not hide the jaw-breaking yawn that escaped me. After giving everyone a good night's kiss, 1. headed for my room with Mike close behind. We climbed into bed, and the second he pulled me close to him and my head

hit the pillow, I was asleep

When I woke up the following day, it was still dark. After unsuccessfully trying to fall back asleep, I carefully slid out of bed, trying not to disturb Mike, who was still sound asleep. I went to the kitchen, started the coffee maker, and quietly snagged my phone from its charger before slipping into the bathroom to shower. While the water warmed up, I brushed my teeth, brought up one of my playlists, and put it on, keeping the volume low so wouldn't wake anyone else.

I was singing along as I washed and conditioned my hair, and when I looked up, I saw Mike leaning against the counter by the sank-smiling.

"Were you just going to watch, or were you planning on joining me? I asked, grinning as Mike's smile widened,

He pulled his shirt and boxers off and was in the shower with me in less than a minute.

smiled at him as he leaned down and gave me a minty-fresh kiss. One minute, we were kissing under the warm water, the next, he lifted me up and pressed me against the cold wall of the shower. I squeaked in surprise but was distracted by the

He whispered, and he didn't need to say anything else. I had been

waist, holding onto him as he thrust hard into me. His fingers dug into my hips as he took control of my movements, not even slowing as he pushed me over the edge into an orgasm. I came with a scream, and Mike followed after

down from our orgasm, Mike pressing kisses to my

love you, honey, and you can sing in the shower whenever you want." I laughed as Mike set me down. The water had gone from hot to warm, so we quickly cleaned up and got out. I returned to my bedroom to get dressed, and

a squeal as I came around the corner and froze at the entrance to the kitchen. All the guys were standing around the kitchen, coffee in hand, but a stranger stood before the stove over a pan of sizzling bacon. "Umm, hi," I said, still watching

coming toward me with a cup of coffee for me. I smiled my thanks and took a sip." This is Darren. He's been our cook for as

said

to

would be

Darren; I love waffles, and they smell amazing.

Miss Em," he replied

formality, but Jake shook his head. "Damen has been formal for as long as he's worked for us. It took me forever to get him to call me Mr. Jake instead of Mr. Jacob or Mr. Peters," he said, shaking his head. Daren ignored us, plating up the cooked bacon and bringing it to the

in the warm syrup in just a moment,"