He chuckles and picks me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as he flips our positions. Our fight for dominance is turning me on even more, and I’m not sure I’ve ever felt this kind of wild attraction to anyone before. My fingers tangle in the longer strands of his hair, raking over his neck. I gyrate my hips against his, chasing some sort of friction.
“Fuck,” he growls, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. “Fuck, fuck, you have to stop that or this isn’t going to last long.”
I love it. I love the way he’s losing control so easily because of me.
So I don’t stop.
I drop my feet and unbutton his pants.
“Whoa, what—” Brantley starts, but his head tips back, and he groans as I thrust my hand into his boxers and grip the hard length of his dick. His hands come up, pounding the door behind me, caging me in, and he drops his head. His breaths are quick, uneven pants, and I smirk. My thumb grazes the head of his cock, smearing precum over his tip, and then I grasp him firmly and shuttle my hand along his smooth length.
“Ugggh” is all I hear as his abs stiffen and he thrusts toward me. Cum erupts from his cock, the warm, sticky liquid running down my fist and through my fingers as I continue to jack him off. His body shakes as he stills, and a drop of sweat snakes down his forehead and falls onto my upper lip. I lick it off.
Brantley opens his eyes, staring down at me in shock. “That has, uhm, never happened to me before. I mean, I normally last a lot longer. I mean, I warned you?—”
I silence him with a finger to his lips. “You’re rambling, B. I knew exactly what I was doing. Now get on your knees.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
FIONA
The sea breeze is frigid when I step outside, and I taste the salt on my tongue with each gust. I grab a beanie from my purse, pull it on, and walk briskly along the uneven sidewalk, stepping over jagged cracks where tree roots have erupted through the concrete. The maple trees lining the street are barren and stark against the heavy gray clouds, but the evergreens on the hills in the distance still offer a splash of emerald color.
Vancouver is already alive with commuters, car horns blaring and people standing impatiently outside overcrowded coffee shops and bakeries.
I take a sip from my coffee cup, smiling when I taste the rich flavors. I learned early on that Seb likes his coffee strong and black, and I’m not kidding when I say his favorite brand is Kicking Horse Coffee, specifically their Kick Ass dark roast. It lives up to its namesake. I never complained, but I think Seb could tell it wasn’t my favorite because he started making my coffee in the morning and cutting it with a Splenda and oat milk, and it’s absolutely perfect.
I pull out my phone to browse my calendar while I walk, anda little shot of dopamine parks in my brain when I remember that Charlie will be in town for lunch. I’m excited to see her, but I also wonder if the dirty thoughts I’ve been having about her brother will be obvious. We can’t lie to each other well, which is a blessing and a curse. I need to get a grip. Crushing on your best friend’s brother is a girl code violation.
As I round the corner into the alleyway, I look down at my purse, digging for my pub keys. “I really need to clean this out,” I murmur as my fingers search for the familiar jagged metal.
I pause at the scuff of footsteps behind me, and I turn slowly. A figure blocks the exit to the street, his presence much larger than his actual stocky six-foot frame. Panic floods my veins, cold and tingly, as I take in his familiar black hair, neatly trimmed mustache, and calculating brown eyes nestled beneath bushy brows.
“No, no, no…,” I chant under my breath as I take in his aggressive stance.
“Hello, Red.” I hate that nickname. It sends waves of nausea crashing through my stomach. “You owe me.” He holds out an envelope, tapping it against his hand as he slinks toward me.
I swallow and will my voice to stay steady. “You don’t need to contest the will, Dennis. I’m not touching my mom’s money. No one gets it, okay?”
“Not okay,” Dennis sneers, and he takes a menacing step forward. “I have debts to settle, as you know.”
“I don’t see why that’s my problem,” I growl. I try to twist around him, but the alley is very narrow, placing me within arm’s reach. He grabs my hair, wraps it around his fist, and pulls me close. My beanie tumbles to the pavement. White-hot pain and unbidden memories explode in my brain as I smell his expensive cologne. “You’re meeting Charlie for lunch today, right?”
“W–what?” My whole body starts to shake. “How the fuck do you know that?”
“She was on her way to the pub to surprise you for breakfast when I caught her getting out of her pretty little silver Volvo. She’s tucked safely in the trunk of my car as we speak—for now.”
“You’re bluffing.”
But doubt slithers in as I stare into his reptilian eyes.What if he really has her? But Link and Trey would never let that happen, right?
“Do you want to test me, Red?” He moves his hand in a way that twists my neck painfully, and I wince.
“Don’t hurt her,” I whimper.
“Maybe she’d be a good long-term replacement for you.”
“Don’t—”
