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My grandfather would absolutely demand that I bring my cousin to his house next door. He knows how unsafe Knock Hill is, even when he is in town. Which he’s not. He stays at his home near Chicago almost entirely now.
The house in Weston is one of many hideouts he had back when he made his money in really bad ways.
“I expected you to be more protective of her,” Farrow says.
“Well, I’m not.”
My muscles start to burn already, and I feel a trickle of sweat glide down my chest.
“Not even if I give her a bike?” he asks.
“She knows what she’s doing.”
He lowers his voice to sound silky smooth. “Not even if I keep her out late?”
I shrug. “I come and go as I like.”
I breathe in.
And then out.
In.
Out.
Then, he leans in. “Not even if the whole team keeps her out late?”
I cock my eyebrow, throwing him a look. He’s fucking determined to piss me off.
That’s why he has a place in my grandfather’s heart and lives in his house—with me—rent-free. My grandpa thinks I need people around who piss me off once in a while.
“You’re her family,” he points out.
“Yeah, not her boyfriend.” I let the bar fly and stand up, grabbing my towel and wiping off the sweat. “I want my cousin to do exactly what she wants.”
She always did anyway. I’ve never held influence over her.
I grab some chalk powder, rub it between my hands, and leap up to the bar, pulling my chin over it again and again.
“She’s pretty,” Farrow says behind me. “Not really sexy, but—”
“I disagree,” Calvin pipes up. “Those tomboys are attractive as hell. When you got one underneath you, it’s like you’re discovering something completely new that’s just for you. Something you weren’t really seeing before.”
I grip the bar tightly, the memory of the blanket moving with her hand running through my head.
“Her hair stuck to her wet skin,” he coos. “The smoothness of every inch, that hot tongue…
I pull my chin up once, twice, three more times, my jaw hard.
“Everything goes soft,” he tells us.
I heard a little moan escape her this morning.
“And then you flip her over,” T.C. shouts. “Yank her up onto her knees, and show her what the hell she was really built for.”
A round of laughter goes off, and I release the bar, falling back to the floor. I jerk my head side to side, cracking my neck.
“Are we sure she’s a virgin?” Calvin asks.
