CHAPTER15
Itwist away from Brett so I can back away from Corey, but that’s not necessarily a good thing because now my back is to the wall, and Brett barely has to move to pin me in place.
“Liam is, for the most part, untouchable,” he says. “He’s not a Mutineer, and he never will be. He hates us.”
“Seems like you hate him too.”
Brett’s expression darkens, reminding me of my father. “He wanted Andrea. She chose me instead. Liam then went after Georgie, the girl I had been with before Andrea. Georgie…”
“She’s the one in the psych ward,” Corey says.
“Still is?” I ask, glancing from Brett to Corey, who stands just behind Brett’s right shoulder.
Brett nods.
“All because he was pissed at you…” I shake my head.
“Maybe we should let Liam sink his claws into you,” Brett says.
I stand up tall and suck in a breath, which makes my boobs swell and rise. Brett's gaze drifts to my cleavage.
I might regret this, but I lean forward and whisper in his ear, "But I thought you licked me. I'm yours, remember?"
He shakes his head. “You aren’t mine until we kiss.”
And we do. He crushes his lips to mine, and I can’t say why I do it, but I give in. I kiss him back, and it’s a fierce kiss, a duel almost. Our tongues war, trying to be in each other’s mouths, and a shot of pleasure heads straight to my core. I might moan, and it’s so hard to keep my hands by my side, to not reach up and grab his shoulders or to run my fingers through his hair.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I can barely breathe, the kiss has been going on that long, but I will not be the one to end it. It would seem like I’ve lost if I do that.
So I just keep on kissing him, and I can’t help it. I do bring my hands up and touch his shoulders.
He does the same, answering in kind. It’s so wrong, but it’s so hot, and I can hear the conversations dying down around us. People are watching us make out, and I’m not usually for public displays of affection. Fuck, this isn’t affection. I’m not sure what this is.
Maybe this is what my mom and father had.
Brett pulls back then, and I sigh.
He chuckles. “I knew you wanted me, you slut.”
I’m seething. What an asshole.
My hand comes up, and I swing a punch.
Corey must’ve moved as Brett and I kissed because he’s there, grabbing my wrist before I can land the punch. He shifts to stand behind me, and he holds back my arms. I try to bring up my leg to kick Brett, but he’s too close, and Corey’s holding my arms back in such a way that I’m off balance. My shoulders are behind my legs so I have no leverage at all.
But Brett? He has all the leverage in the world as he yanks down on my tank top. I didn’t wear a bra today, so I’m flashing him.
Correction. Brett steps to the side so everyone can have a good look.
That's it. Humiliation turns to fiery anger in the time it takes me to see a random guy grin, stand up, and start rubbing himself over his pants.
I stomp on Corey’s foot, which, of course, makes my boobs bounce, but the stomp gets Corey to loosen up enough that I’m able to free my left arm. My elbow slams into his gut, and he releases my other arm.
Everyone in the entire place is talking. I can only guess what they’re saying about me, but I march right up to Brett, not bothering to fix my top.
“You were wondering if they’re real or not.” I grab his hand and put it on my boob. “You have felt fake, haven’t you? You can tell the difference based on feel, so you tell me. Real or not real?”