She does absolutely nothing for me.
She turns around and holds out her right hand, and my eyes widen when I see Bryan take it in his.
“What the fuck?” Kellan snaps.
They walk toward us, and he picks up a Solo cup and pours her a drink. He lifts his eyes to mine. “Boys.” He nods and then pulls her out of the kitchen.
Deke tries to hide his chuckle but fails. “Well, that changes things,” he says happily.
“Absolutely not,” Kellan snaps. “He still has to fuck her.”
“That’s not gonna happen. She’s obviously back with Bryan,” Bennett says, shaking his head.
“That was his dare.” Kellan growls. “He fucks her or he’s out.”
“What is he supposed to do?” Bennett asks. “Rape her?”
“If that’s what he has to do,” Kellan says with a nod.
“Absolutely not!” I snap.
“What the fuck, man?” Shane demands. “What is wrong with you?”
He lets out a growl of frustration. “Then you’re out.” He looks at me.
I raise my hands. “Then I’m out.”
Deke smiles at me, and he knows why I just stepped away. It had nothing to do with Kaitlin. And everything to do with Austin.
Fuck! She’s gotten to me.
“No,” Bennett says, pushing off the opposite counter. “You’re not going anywhere, Cole.”
Kellan opens his mouth to argue, but something behind me gets his attention. I turn around to see Austin and Becky walking toward us. She looks like she just walked off a runway in Milan. Her hair curled and down. Her green eyes lined with black. Her lips painted red. And she wears a red fucking dress that makes me weak in the knees. It’s low cut in the front, showcasing her perfect tits. She smiles at me, and everyone parts for them as if they’re fucking royalty.
“Desire” by Meg Myers begins to play over the speakers of the house, and her smile widens like she knows a secret.
“Fuck this shit.” I hear Kellan hiss, but I ignore him.
She comes up to me, and I reach out for her. My hand wraps around her thin waist and pull her to me.
“I didn’t do it,” I tell her, needing her to know. I wouldn’t have done it anyway. I was just trying to buy time to get out of it, but I couldn’t figure it out. I couldn’t do it because I couldn’t picture her being with anyone else. And I don’t want anyone else.
This woman is as twisted as I am. She is as broken as me. Together, we are two fucked-up people living in a world where you’re supposed to be perfect. She’s not up to pretending, and I’m not up for faking.
“I know,” she whispers against my lips.
I search her eyes, and they sparkle. Just like every other time she has gone toe to toe with me. I love that look on her.
“You’re up to something,” I say.
Her eyes drop to my chest as her hands run down it. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says, licking her red lips. I want them wrapped around my cock.
I grip her chin and lift it, so she has to look up at me. “You had something to do with Kaitlin and Bryan.” I’m reaching, but what else can explain what just happened. And the look in her eyes. I’ve underestimated her too much. But I don’t anymore.
She smiles. “I dare you to prove it.”
AUSTIN
He stares down at me. Those gorgeous blue eyes searching mine. He pulls away, takes my hand, and drags me out of the kitchen. I bite my lip to keep from laughing at his urgency. He pulls me into a room and slams the door shut.
“What did you do?” he demands, spinning to face me.
I cross my arms over my chest.
“Austin,” he growls, coming up to me. “Tell me.”
I love when he’s like this. When the roles are reversed, and he can’t stand to not know what I did. What I’m capable of. “I wasn’t gonna let you fuck her, Cole. If that’s what you want, then fine, let me walk right now. No more you and me. No more game.” He said he didn’t do it, but was that because I stepped in?
He steps to me, his hand coming up to cup my face. “I couldn’t do it because of you.” I swallow nervously at his words. “I was never going to do it.” He pushes his body into mine. “You’re not going anywhere, Austin. I’ve been so dead set on making everyone see you as mine, but I didn’t realize until tonight that all along I’ve been yours.”
“Mine?” I question, and my heart starts to pound faster.
He nods once. His eyes searching mine. “I’m all yours.”
“You’re giving me a choice?” I can’t help but ask.
He chuckles. “No, sweetheart. I’m not.” Then his lips are on mine.
His hands go to the hem of my dress, and I lift mine above my head and pull away from his lips as he lifts my dress. “Fuck.” He growls when he sees I’m not wearing a bra.