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“You’re not leaving this house, Poppy. End of story. So, go upstairs, take a break, wash your face, take a nap, whatever you need, but you’re not leaving.”
“You can’t make me stay, Bodie. You’re not my—”
“Have I not looked out for you since the dawn of fucking time?” There’s a bit of a growl in his tone, low and seething. Why do I like it? Why is my clit throbbing? Why do I want him to sink his teeth into every part of my body?
“You have,” I squeak, “and it’s time you stop. I’m grown.”
“Grown and drunk. I’m looking out for you. That’s why I’m here tonight.”
“Oh… your sole purpose tonight is to look out for me?”
Bodie nods. “That and to keep your brother from going crazy. He needs you here tonight. Get it together and get back in the living room.”
Bodie has always been protective of me, but he’s never been so direct.
I like it…a lot.
Unfortunately for him, I like defying him more. I like the thick vein in his neck that thumps when I disobey him. I like the tension in his forehead and the squaring of his jaw. I like the way he looks when he’s about to lose control.
Good Lord, I want this man to lose control.
“I’m not going to listen to you, Bodie.” I take a step toward him, my gaze on his as I open a box I shouldn’t open. “Not unless you make me.”
He growls under his breath and leans into my ear, rumbling low like a wild animal about to come untethered. “You’re playing with fire, little one. Are you sure you want to do that?”
I hold my breath and open the back door, biting back the words…‘I’ve never wanted anything more.’
Chapter Four
Bodie
Fucking hell. What the fuck is wrong with me?
I crossed all kinds of lines, yet didn’t cross them enough. Why am I so desperate to ruin tonight, my friendship with Wayne, and my whole fucking life? I lean against the back wall of the house and suck in the cold winter air.
“Everything okay?” Adam steps outside, straightening the cuffs on his button down.
“Yeah.” I glance toward him then back out at the wintery scene. We have a few feet of snow left from the storm that hit last week and the wind is whipping it around pretty good.
“You like her, don’t you?” Adam pulls a few sips of the ginger ale he’s been nursing.
I snap toward him. “No! The fuck kind of question is that?”
He laughs. “I’ve liked a girl before. I’m not totally blind to how that whole thing works. But if you’re denying it, that’s cool.”
His question has me wondering what’s obvious and what’s not in Wayne’s eyes.
“What the fuck, man? Thought you were inside talking about the origin of aluminum foil or something.”
He laughs. “I’ve got to find something to talk about. There’s obviously no room for me here.”
“Okay, man. Whatever you’ve gotta tell yourself.”
He laughs. “Seriously, how long have you liked her?”
“I said fuck off…”
He holds up his hands. “Look, you do whatever it is you’ve got to do. But if you’re trying to hide the fact that you have a thing for Poppy, you’re doing a shit job at it.”
