“Egg her house?” Easton suggests.
Stone thinks about it for a second then shakes his head. “Not enough.”
“Graffiti her house.”
The idea comes from Gage, and Stone instantly jumps into his lap. “I knew there was a reason I love you.”
We all laugh as Gage pushes Stone off him and onto the floor. Still, while spray-painting a teacher’s house wasn’t on my agenda for the day, it’s not something I’m against doing. I’ve met the woman he’s complaining about, and he’s right—she’s a total bitch.
“All right, are we doing this shit?” I ask, getting up from my couch.
Everyone else follows while Easton looks at his phone. “Can we wait for Tess? She’ll be here in a second.”
“I thought you two were just fucking around?”
He narrows his eyes at me. “We are. Why?”
I shrug. “It doesn’t seem that way. You two are together more than you’re not.”
“She’s a good lay. Don’t get your panties in a twist. Besides, I think her sister has the hots for you.”
Thoughts of Delaney instantly fill my mind. It’s not the first time, either. The fact that I’ve dreamed of her beneath me is something I’ll forever keep to myself. Her hair fanned out on the pillow. Her innocence tainted with every inward thrust I make. The images are burned into my brain, and it didn’t even happen. I can only imagine what the real thing would do to me.
I’d be lying if I said she didn’t intrigue the fuck out of me. I’ve never met someone so pure, so damn perfect, that enjoyed toeing the line between right and wrong. Every time she’s around, I’m drawn to her like a moth to a flame. I want to lock her away and protect her innocence, all while injecting my own venom into her veins. The thought of anyone corrupting her makes me see red, but the thought of me doing it sends a wave of adrenaline throughout my body. It’s too fucking dangerous—needs to be avoided at all costs.
“That’s too damn bad for her, isn’t it? Besides, I’m hoping she’s gotten the message by now and will go back to her prep-school friends where she belongs.”
Zayn snorts. “Not likely.”
“Oh, yeah? Why not?”
He nods toward the window. “Cause she’s walking up the street with Tessa now.”
I throw my head back in frustration, and the five of us go out onto the front porch. Delaney does her best to avoid eye contact, which only pisses me off more. Who the fuck does she think she is, coming to my house and trying to ignore me?
“Tessa, Bambi,” I greet them, feeling slightly satisfied as Delaney squirms under my intense stare.
Tess crosses her arms over her chest. “For fuck’s sake, Knox, do you have a nickname for everyone?”
“Nope. Only the really special ones.”
Laney looks at her sister and her brows furrow. “What’s yours?”
“CBP, but he refuses to tell me what it means.”
She’s damn right I won’t. I’ve seen the mood swings of Tessa Callahan first hand when she found out Easton got a blowjob from someone chick at a party. I’m not dumb enough to put myself directly in her crosshairs.
“So, are we doing this shit or what?” Stone questions.
“What are you doing?” Delaney chimes in, like she’s got a right to know.
“Nothing that concerns you.” My dismissive tone should be enough, but apparently, it’s not.
She glares at me while Stone, being the idiot he is, takes one of the cans of spray paint from the backpack and shakes it up.
“A little redecorating of sorts, for a deserving recipient,” he tells her.
There it is again—that fire in her eyes that mixes with fear and only burns brighter. The kind of look that turns me on and morphs me into an overprotective fucking beast all at the same time. She should be mortified by the idea—running in the opposite direction and trying to get her sister to do the same. But instead, she does none of that.