“Thefuckdid you just say to me young lady?”
I swallowed — he’d never sworn like that at me, and there was somethingsofierce and wild in his look that it had me shivering.
“Where the hell were you?”
“WithJustin,” I spat out. It was petty, and childish, but I wanted to wound him like he’d wounded me by completely pretending the other night hadn’t happened, and completely pretending it wasn’t what both of us — all three of us — knew it’d really been about.
I started to push past him, when suddenly, his hand shot out and grabbed my arm tight. I gasped as he yanked me inside, slamming the door and spinning me to pin me against it. The roughness, and barely contained heat in his touch was electrifying, and so fucking hot that my body trembled. I could feel the heat pulse between my legs, my heart pounding in my chest.
“I know what you’re doing, and I know what you’ve been up to, youlittle fucking tease,” he snarled, moving right against me and pinning me to the door.
“Get your hands—”
“And now you’re in trouble, little girl.”
The rough growl in his voice both shut me up and set thefireburning inside of me. I panted, every inch of my skin on fire for him as he leaned in close, both of his hands pinning mine to the door at my back.
“Now you’re inbigtrouble.”
11
Wilder
The blood roaredin my ears, my whole body on fucking fire as I yanked her into the house. Something came alive inside of me when I touched her — like there were electric sparks buzzing between where my hand gripped her arm.
The fire blazed inside of me — fire fueled by lust, by myobsessionwith this girl, and by having denied myself for so long. There’d been one second — one flash of pure green jealousy when Lincoln told me what’d happened earlier. But then, it’d turned into something else entirely, and it only became fuel for the fire inside.
I wasn’t jealous of Linc, or of what he and Kenzie had done. Fuck, how could I be? Another man, sure, I’d be burying him in the backyard for laying his hands on what wasmine, but when it came to the man who was basically my brother in everything but blood, there was no “mine.”
If she was mine, she wasours. Period.
We’d never gone down the road I was pretty sure we were going to go down. There’d been a few women where one of us had dated her and then the other had later, but it’s not like we roamed around “sharing” girls or anything.
…We’d never had one at the same time.
The thought sent the fire into an inferno inside my chest. My cockthrobbedin my pants, pulsing and twitching against my thigh as the thought of the two of usbothtaking little Kenzie at once exploded through me. The thought of our big, muscled bodies against her small, lean one full of soft curves had the pre-cum leaking from my swollen head and leaving a sticky wet spot on my boxers.
This was new territory, but this was happening. There was no denying it anymore, and there wascertainlyno denying myself anymore.
Kenzie didn’t say a word as I stormed through the house, pulling her into the big living room. In there though, she gaped quietly as she saw Lincoln already there, sitting back on one of the big sofas in front of the roaring fireplace.
Oh, this was happening alright. We weredonepretending what we felt for her wasn’t there. And done pretending it wasn’t totally obvious that we were both feeling it. Forget the rules, forget jealousy. There couldn’t be any of that here — not with us, and not when it came to Kenzie.
“I know what you did.”
The words were heavy and thick as they left my mouth, and I turned as I stopped her in front of the fireplace. I leveled my eyes with her as I sank down into the couch opposite Lincoln, with her standing there between us. Fuck, she was just wearing this tiny little pair of daisy-duke jean shorts with the frayed ends, this too-tight t-shirt with a plunging neckline, and a pair of white sneakers with little lace-edged pink socks.
Jesus, it was like she wastryingto make my cock burst out of my pants. She stood there, her chest rising and falling and looking every inch the girl next door tease as the blood roared through my veins.
“I know what you did, Kenzie,” I said again.
She looked away, still trying that bratty defiance with me.
“Out late with aboy, wearing slutty little clothes like that—”
“What’s wrong with my clothes?” she snapped.
“Nothing and everything,” I growled. I crooked my finger at her, and I could see her hesitate, but slowly, biting her lip, she moved closer to me.