“I would prefer you step back. I’m not sure what disease Chasity’s snatch got on your jeans.” I stare straight into those dangerous eyes as I spit out the words.
His lip twitches. “Are you jealous, baby?”
I tilt my head. “I could ask you the same question.”
His muscles tense as he switches his hold on my wrists. One hand travels down my neck, then down to my breast. I conceal a gasp when he teases my nipple through my tank top. I’m trying to fight it. I don't want him to know he has the upper hand. That he can make me submit with one single touch. Fingertips walk down the front of my shirt, stopping at the button on my shorts. His lips hover over mine, and he presses into me again. His hold is strong on my wrists, but I can feel the light caress of his thumb against my skin as if he doesn't want to hurt me.
“I’m curious, Vix.” He kisses my neck. “You never answered that question. When was the last time you were properly fucked?”
His words draw moisture between my legs, and I bite my lip.
A throat clearing has Maverick jerking his head up.
Widow.
“Dom’s looking for you,” he says after he exhales the smoke from his lips. “Just giving y’all a heads up.”
Maverick nods and I slip out from underneath him. Escaping to the front of the house before he can catch me.
I was partied out by midnight. I showered and was on my way to my room when I heard Dani’s voice coming through my brother’s door.
“I don’t understand why you are doing this?” Her voice is strained.
I slow my steps. I know I shouldn’t eavesdrop, but my curiosity is stronger than my moral compass right now.
“Daniella, this is so fucking complicated,” he says with a tired voice.
What is complicated?
“Well then let me make it easier for you,” she barks, and I hear her feet stomping toward the door.
I panic and hide behind the fake plant as she storms out.
“Fuck, Daniella…stop,” he calls after her but she’s already down the stairs.
He curses again and slams his door.
Okay. What was that?
I'm lying in my bed, and like clockwork, his text lights up my phone. I ignore it. Another one comes through.
Zeke: Tanner….
Again, I ignore it.
Zeke: Come on baby….
Damn it.
Against my better judgment, I open the door. I don’t say anything as he follows me and climbs in the bed behind me. I don’t face him, but he scoots in closer and wraps his arms around me. Why does it have to feel so good?
“Did you really go tell my brother I was dancing with Skittles?” I ask.
I feel him shrug. “I thought he needed to know.”
“So you were fine with it, but you thought he would be upset?”
“Hell no I wasn’t fine with it,” he says as his fingers make patterns over the skin on my shoulder.