Page 6 of Their Wicked Secrets: Untouched, Vol 5 of 6

“Fine, but tell the bulldogs to back off a little.” Ava shakes her head. “Zoey is fine. She’s not as bad as the guys.”

Caden nods, and Ava smiles.

“If you need anything, let me know, Harper. I’m down the hallway.” Ava leaves and shuts the door behind her.

“We need to sign on,” I say as Caden rubs his stubbly chin against my neck, leaving sparks in his wake. The others will be waiting for us to show up online.

Caden growls low. “Okay, but you’ll owe me, little nympho.”

I open my mouth to tell him off, but he turns so he can capture my lips again. I fall into his kiss and let him make everything else fall away.

Jack

I haven’t talked much with Emma since we claimed Harper, but it doesn’t mean I don’t care about her. We had fun together, and it wasn’t always about the sex. It’s hard straddling the line as bi sometimes, but Emma was someone who would let me talk shit through.

We’ve had a lot of discussions about sexuality and what it means to us. She’s open and honest about sex, so it wouldn’t surprise me if she wanted to experiment. But things went horribly wrong.

Sighing, I park my car behind hers in her driveway. Emma’s dad has a good job, and her parents spoil her when they can. But I know she won’t open up to them. Especially about this.

Harper’s offer to come with almost convinced me to bring her, but this isn’t the right space. I don’t know that Emma would open up to her the way she usually opens up to me.

I walk to the door and ring the bell.

Mrs. Garcia opens the door with a grin. “Jack! I haven’t seen you in ages. Come in. Come in.”

Their house is warm and inviting. I duck my head as I enter. “How are you?”

“Good. Good.” Her smile catches a little. “Emma isn’t feeling well, but she always likes it when you come over.”

I glance toward the stairs. I was hoping to ask her to come outside and talk.

She pats my arm. “She’s in her room.”

Mrs. Garcia walks back into the family room, and the sound of the TV comes on. I blow out a breath. I’m sure if it had been me, Emma would have come over to see how I was. Even with things a mess between us.

I take the stairs two at a time and find her door closed. I knock lightly before letting myself in like I always used to do.

“Mom, I don’t—” Emma turns on the bed, and her brown eyes meet mine. She turns away. “What are you doing here, Jack?”

I close the door behind me and sit on the edge of her bed. “What happened?”

“You didn’t hear?” Her fingers toy with the yarn fringe on her afghan draped over her.

I breathe out. “You were at a party. You left crying.”

“Does it matter?” Her voice is flat like she’s given up.

“Fuck, Emma. Yes, it does. You matter. I may not want to fuck you anymore, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about you.” My frustration bleeds through in my words.

“It doesn’t matter.” She doesn’t even look at me.

“They ganged up on you.” A few texts gave me most of the story, but I hoped to hear it from her. “You’d been drinking and bragging about taking Caden and I. You went in to a room with a few guys. You were drunk and when you changed your mind...”

I want her to fill in the details. The stories are all over the place, because no one but the participants knows what happened in that room.

Emma’s shoulders shake a little and she sniffles. Fuck.

“If they...” My heart hurts for her. I can’t say it out loud, but I will make them pay if she said no and they didn’t listen.