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“Winter…” I feel him shift closer behind me.
“What?” I say, still trying to get the cloth.
“You might want to stop doing that in front of me.”
I freeze, suddenly very aware of the position we’re in.
My ass is barely two inches away from him. I didn’t even think of that. We haven’t seen each other in four days, and considering how long it’s been since the last time we had sex, I’m not surprised the stupidest little things turn him on.
“Or what?” I get up. He’s so close that his torso crashes against my back. His hands creep under my shirt, and chills scamper down my spine. His mouth stops next to my ear.
“Keep doing that and you’ll find out.”
I let out a soft gasp when his lips find my neck. He knows exactly how to drive me insane.
“Haze…”
“Something wrong?” His breath bounces on my skin, and I know I won’t be able to survive the usual teasing. We keep getting interrupted lately, and it’s been so long. Too long.
I jolt around, bringing his face forward as my lips close over his. We’re both eager, starving. Our tongues converge and he groans when I suck his lower lip between my teeth. He pulls me up and wraps both my legs around his waist, his mouth never once leaving mine as he carries me out of the bathroom. We’re both so busy making out that I only realize we’re in the kitchen when he drops me on the stone-cold table. Wait, the table?
“Why the table?” I giggle in between kisses.
He smirks and goes back to kissing my neck like he spent his entire life studying my sweet spots. I bite my lip when he sucks on the skin just under my collarbone.
Then, he takes on my earlobe and whispers in my ear, “Because I’m having you for dinner.”
Goodbye, world. It was nice knowing you.
I laugh again and take his T-shirt off. I toss it across the living room as his hands tug at my tank top, pulling the fabric up…
“I’m guessing this is a bad time.”
We both jump, staring at the wide-open door.
I can’t believe who’s standing in Haze’s kitchen.
29
Troublemakers
“What the hell are you doing here?” Haze spits, getting off the table and pulling me along with him. His brother hasn’t changed one bit, his face still unreadable, cold… lifeless. Haze steps in front of me like he expects him to pounce, but Tanner doesn’t move a muscle, his gaze straying between Haze and me numerous times before he speaks again.
“Don’t worry. I’m not here for her. Not this time.”
“What do you want? How did you even get in?”
“You seem to forget who taught you everything you know on picking locks, brother,” he says, the smile creeping on his lips enough to give me nightmares. How long has he been standing there? “Look, I’m not here to sta
rt a fight. I’m here to end one.”
Everything he says sounds like a lie. Haze doesn’t bother replying and raises a suspicious eyebrow at him.
“This has been going on for too long. Clearly I can’t keep you away from the East side ch—” He stops. “From Winter,” he corrects himself. “I don’t care anymore. I want my brother back.”
Haze crows, “Right, well you should’ve thought about that before you kidnapped my girlfriend and almost murdered her.”
“I was a fool. I thought this was the only way to get you back, but I was wrong. I’m sorry. If you’re going to believe anything I say, believe that.”
