“Boys.” She greets my friends, coming to a stop in front of me but doesn’t look at them standing next to me. Instead, her eyes stay on mine before dropping to my exposed chest. “I hope I didn’t interrupt you.” Her red-painted lips pull down slightly for a brief second as if the thought of pulling me from a woman would make her sad. But when her eyes lift to meet mine again, a devious smile spreads across her face, telling me how she really feels about what I was in the middle of. “Shouldn’t have shared that video.”
I lean forward, and she doesn’t retreat. No, that’s one thing about this bitch. She’s not afraid of anything. I get close enough to smell the smoke lingering on her clothes from what’s left of my car, and whisper, “That video is nothing compared to what I’m going to do to you.”
Pulling back, she cocks her head, placing her hands on my bare chest, and I tense from the contact. The softness of her touch makes my heart race. I wanted a reaction out of her but never thought she’d go this route. “I’m not worried.” Giving me a fuck you smile with her signature red lips, she bats her pretty eyes at me. Reaching up, she removes a joint from inside her shirt and looks at Jenks. “Do you mind?”
The motherfucker reaches out, offering her his lighter, lighting up the joint. She takes a long drag and then blows the smoke into my face before shouldering past me into the house.
“Was that from your hidden stash?” Finn asks, watching her enter the house. His eyes are glued to her ass in her frayed shorts. He’s wanted her again ever since I let them have her on the formal dining room table six weeks ago. “Dude, we should set the entire house on fire. If she’s gotten into your stash, that means she’s been in your room. No telling what she’s planted in there.”
I can’t speak. My jaw is clenched shut. My hands fist, nails digging into my palms. I expected retaliation. But this? This is more than she bargained for. She has to know that I’ll get her back. I’m prepared to go to war with her. And I don’t lose. No matter what I have to do.
But she doesn’t know why I chose to release that video now. For six weeks, I’ve held on to it. Patiently waiting. It was for a good reason. I’m going to make her mine. She’ll spend the rest of her life being my slut.
Raylee has no idea who I really am. She thinks she knows me, but all she knows is what she cares to see. I’m just a fuck to her. She’d be terrified of us and never come back to this house if she knew who we really were.
“Put out the fire,” Alex orders just as someone runs by with a bucket of water. Like that’ll do anything for it. “What do you want to do?” he asks, turning to face the house, standing next to me.
“Take care of her,” I growl.
He frowns, his blue eyes meeting mine. “Tonight?”
I shake my head. Tomorrow, we’re supposed to have lunch with her mom and my dad, which means my revenge would only be limited to tonight. “No. I’ll need more time with her.”
“All we need is one night,” Finn jokes. “I say we tie her up and make her our little slut like last time. Remind her how much she liked being fucked in that video.”
My teeth clench. Absolutely not.
A white Lexus LFA Nürburgring pulls into the driveway, and I immediately know who it is. The driver’s side door opens, and the guy gets out. He takes his time walking toward us. His slicked-back brown hair, penny loafers, slacks, and button-up make him look like a man who doesn’t belong here. “Hey, Colton.” He nods to me. “Boys.” When he reaches the porch, he looks back over his shoulder.
“Nate,” I acknowledge him. I’ve known him for years. We graduated from Barrington University with him, but we were never friends. We certainly aren’t now.
He whistles, turning to face the show. “What the fuck happened?”
“Your—”
“You know how our parties get.” I interrupt Finn before he can tell Nate the truth.
“Yeah, but …” Nate laughs. “Even this is crazy for you, Colt.” He slaps me on the shoulder before turning to face me. “Have you seen Raylee?”
Alex snorts and mumbles, “He’s wishing he hadn’t.”
“How’s that going, by the way?” Finn asks him. “You guys have been together for a while now.”
Five weeks to be exact. I hate myself for even knowing that.
As if that’s an odd question, Nate frowns, wondering why the fuck my friend would care about his love life. “Good.” He finally answers, but his tone sounds unsure as if we know something that he doesn’t.