My grip tightens.
He hisses quietly and lifts his hips a fraction closer to me, chasing the pressure, both of us still riding the edge of everything that almost went wrong today.
“Still mad?”
“Yes.”
A low sound rumbles out of his chest. His thumb brushes over the head of his cock, spreading the pre-cum that has already gathered there. Then he swipes it up with his thumb and lifts his hand toward my mouth.
He presses his thumb to my lips, and I suck it clean, tasting him while his eyes stay locked on mine. His throat works as he watches me, something darker settling in his expression.
“Good,” he murmurs. “Show me how mad you are.”
Chapter 56
Seth
The house smells like garlic, whiskey, and burnt onion.
Travis claims it's “caramelizing.”
I call bullshit the second the smoke detector chirps.
“I’m telling you,” Travis says, fanning the pan with a plate, “this is how chefs build flavor.”
“Flavor of what,” Beau raises a brow. “Ash?”
“Okay Gordon Ramsay, let me see you make some dope ass chili,” Travis sarcastically shoots back.
Beau snorts, “I’m good on your dope ass chili, I’d rather not have diarrhea tonight.”
Brooke laughs into her hoodie sleeve, curled up on the couch with a blanket half on her legs.
The weight in her shoulders has shifted. Not completely gone, but lighter and looser. I haven’t seen her sit still this long in weeks. Not since Hollow Pines. Not since the hotel. Not since the kill list started getting shorter.
It isn’t the same Brooke I first met. It isn’t the girl from the diner. But it is a version of her that isn’t clenched in fight-or-flight every second.
And fuck, I love her.
Even if this version is sharper. More dangerous. More like me.
She glances over and catches me staring and smiles.
“Alright, it’s done,” Travis declares, holding up a ladle like a trophy. “My award winning chili.”
Beau makes a face. “It looks like prison food.”
“That’s rich coming from you. You put maple syrup on eggs.”
“It’s fucking delicious and it’s culinary innovation, dickbag.”
Brooke laughs under her breath.
“Babe, you’re not eating?”
“Waiting to see if it kills Beau first.” I say as I watch Beau get a bowl.
“Appreciate you,” Beau mutters, already digging in.
