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“Bree, in the glove box, there’s a black USB,” he tells me. I open the glove compartment, searching for what he’s pointing at me. “If for some reason, Carter decides that he’s not going to stay in his line… If he does something that threatens Stanley, that has what you need to blackmail him.”
My throat closes, not knowing how to breathe with what he said. For a moment, I’m terrified of what I’m holding in my hand.
“Is it illegal? The information. I don’t want to know what the USB has, just answer me that question,” I ask.
He smiles.
“No, it’s nothing illegal. Carter doesn’t want that information leaked, though. So, if something happens—”
“No,” I interrupt him, putting the USB back in the glove box. “I’m not going to be him, Ryder. If something happens, and I hope it doesn’t. I’m going to figure it out, but I don’t want to feel superior to him by doing the same thing that he did to me.”
Ryder’s eyes remain following every move that I do.
“You’re something else, Bree Pierce.”
I shrug.
“I’m trying to be the bigger person for once,” I reply. “Why didn’t you give the USB to Stan?”
He licks his lips.
“He’s angry at Carter, but he won’t use the information if something happens,” Ryder explains.
I arch a brow.
“And what makes you think that I would? I didn’t take it.”
Ryder presses a finger to my temple.
“But you’re clever, Bree. If something happens, I know that you’ll figure it out with what I just gave you. Even if you don’t take the USB with you.”
Chapter Thirty
Istay over at Bree’s apartment the night before Thanksgiving’s Day. Ash, Cora, and Karma already left for their homes yesterday because we have half of the week off, so that’s always an excellent opportunity to visit our families. Since my parents couldn’t come to see me, and vice versa, Bree makes sure to sign me up to spend the holiday with her and her family, which is both suicidal and exciting.
Except for Luanna, who stayed in Ash’s room, we have the apartment for ourselves. Last night we took advantage of that, and I spent hours teasing Bree until she begged for more. We fucked, spoke, took some naps, and woke up to fuck again. How did I become so lucky? I don’t have a clue.
After a rough start of the week, where Ryder and I had to step up to defend Bree on a couple of occasions, the things are slowly falling into place. Step by step, we’re going back to normal. At least as normal as we could be before the incident of the post happened. Fortunately for him, I haven’t stumbled upon him since Monday. When I got back to the apartment, his things weren’t there, so I guess that he made sure to leave before I came back.
That was the wisest thing to do. I’m not sure what information Ryder’s using against him, but it was enough to shut him up and make him stay away from us. Well, for now, it’s been that way, and I don’t plan to jinx it until it becomes necessary that we meet again. There’s not much that we can do when the lacrosse season begins. Whether we like it or not, we’re still teammates. It’s not like he’s going to transfer colleges because he messed up.
“I hate it when you stay over,” Bree mumbles, her voice is raspy thanks to the sleepiness adorning it. I’m a sucker for it.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask with a frown as my fingers caress the waves of her hair.
She lifts her head from the pillows. Her sleepy look is by far my favorite, along with the “recently fucked” one. Her hair is a sexy mess that I adore.
“That we never get enough sleep, and I end up like a zombie the whole day,” she explains, rolling her eyes.
A grin forms in my lips.
“You weren’t complaining about that last night,” I remind her, provoking her. The tip of my finger starts tracing her naked thigh that’s not covered by the sheet. “Especially when you had your legs wrapped around me.”
Bree shivers, her hips moving in circles, searching for my body when I slip a hand under the sheets, finding her pussy. My finger adventures in her slit, finding her wet. Her slickness against my skin makes me groan.
We’re going to have morning sex.
“Stan,” she moans in a whisper when my finger finds her clit, flicking it softly.
