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Chapter 104

True to her word, the waitress returned with our food in less than twenty minutes. When my pizza was in front of me, my stomach made an embarrassingly loal rumble, and we all day into our food. Patrick shared his pasta as he promised use, and it was just as yummy as it looked. After we had stuffed ourselves full of Italian food, we returned to the vacation rental with enough leftovers to cover dinner for tonight.

Drew was driving, and I was sitting between Josh and Mike, trying to stay awake, but the food coma was winning, and I was asleep by the time we got tu the house. I woke up when Josh accidentally jostled me, trying to escape the second me. I climbed out after. I rubbed sleep from my eyes and followed them into the house. Once I ensured all the food was put away, I curled up on the couch, wondering if I should make another cup of coffee, but I was distracted when the guys came in, joining me on the oversized couch.

nd we want to talk about the house? Mike asked.

“Yes,” I said, sitting up straighter. I was hoping the others liked it as much as I did. “What did you guys think? I looked at the guys one at a time.

I like it,” Jabe said. “I think it would work well for us.

“I agree.” Drew agreed. A few minor things must be done, but nothing massive, just cosmetic stuff.

“Yes, but I would like to see some security measures in place before we moved in, especially if Emmy is going to be alone at any time, Patrick added.

The others quickly agreed, and I started to get excited.

“Should we put in an offer even though we havent seen any other places?” I asked. Don’t get me wrong, I know this is the place 1 want, but all the home shows on TV show people looking at several houses. I just don’t want to do it wrong.” I looked at Patrick for answers since he had the most experience when it came to buying property.

“Well, love, there is no right or wrong way to buy a house, but if we take too long to make an offer, there’s a chance we could lose on this place.”

“Okay, let’s do it,” I said. The others quickly agreed, and Patrick pulled out his phone and moved to the dining table to sit down and make some calls.

I moved between Mike and Jake, and we all chatted quietly, listening to Patrick’s side of the conversation. When he began describing the realtor’s actions, I knew he had called his mother. A few minutes later, Patrick ended the call by promising to see her soon, then turned to look at us,

“Mom is horrified that her friend acted that way and apologizes to you all, especially you, Em; she had no idea Susan had been acting like that and hopes you accept her apology.”

“Patrick, I love your mom. She has nothing to be sorry for. Do you think I should call her and tell her that myself? Patrick’s mom was amazing, and 1 hated the thought of her being upset.

“We can call her later, love. I want to contact one of the realtors who works for my dad. Don’t worry, he works on our business’s legal side.” He assured us before making the call.

Half an hour later, we were gathered around a laptop on a video call with Callum Murry, a commercial real estate agent, who assured us he would be more than happy to help us with the house. We spent another two hours talking to Callum as he reviewed all the paperwork, came up with an offer, and then electronically signed everything.

After we returned the last signature, I threw myself at Patrick excitedly, wrapping my arms around him and wiggling like an excited puppy in his lap. Patrick groaned and adjusted me on his lap. When I realized my wiggling had caused him to get hard, I smirked at him.

“Sorry, I’m just excited. Seems like you are, too, I teased, giving a deliberate wiggle, which caused Patrick to let out another groan.

“You’re being a brat, love,” Patrick said before leaning forward and nipping my car, causing me to squeak and try and get off his lap. His arms wrapped around me to keep me in place then proceeded to torture me by kissing down my neck and nibbling at my ear. It was my turn to groan, and suddenly, I had all the guys attention focused on us.

Patrick let out a deep chuckle, knowing we had an audience, and shifted in the chair until the other guys had a clear view of his actions. I whimpered, having an idea of what he was planning to do. When he slipped his hands under my shirt to cup my breasts, I moaned. Patrick wrapped his legs around mine so they were pinned open. The skirt I was wearing slid up my thighs, and lake made a noise when my panties were exposed and he caught sight of the damp patch that was quickly spreading.

“Arm’s up, love,” Patrick murmured into my ear, and I quickly complied. He pulled my shirt off, tossed it behind him, and then unhooked and slid off my bra. My bra went in the same direction as my shirt, and when the cool air brushed across my exposed heated breasts, my nipples immediately hardened, and there were mure groans from our audience.

Chapter 104

Are you ok with this love? Patrick asked quietly.

(course; } assumed

With that assurance, Patrick went back to focusing on my breasts, pinching and tugging on my nipples. I moaned quietly, my core clenching could feel my panties getting wetter, and I badly wanted to feet his fingers or, better yet, bis dick sliding into me, 1 thust my hips up,

old take the bied, but he ignored me taking his time teasing my wipples until I was shaking and panting on his lap