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“I… Ummm… Well, it’s the color of your eyes. And you were always so graceful when you ran. You reminded me of a tango dancer I saw on a YouTube video once.” I glance away, my body shaking as my gaze rakes over the large beams of the attic walls and the dirty windows. The hellish nightmare we’re living threatens to intrude again, but I can’t let it swallow me up. I’ve lived in a constant state of fear and misery since these freaks captured us.
Embarrassment burns my cheeks that I let the nickname I’d silently kept to myself slip. I avoid his eyes, afraid he’ll see too much as the memory unwittingly overtakes me.
Chase was running strong, leading the pack, with Brady Hall a short distance behind him. As Chase rounded the turn, sweat gleamed from his bare muscular chest, the sun infusing his dark brown hair with golden streaks. He looked so powerfully confident that my mouth became drier than cotton as I unabashedly drank him in.
He’s so graceful when he runs. Like someone dancing the tango. And those whiskey eyes of his are so captivating.
My pulse sped up, my heartbeat hammering inside me like a jackhammer. My body temperature rose a good five degrees or more.
Whiskey tango.I grin stupidly to myself, wondering if I’d lost my mind.
When my gaze finally reached Chase’s face, I realized he’d been watching me. The flirtatious smirk curling up his lips confirmed it.
Horrified, I remained frozen in the bleachers, unable to look away from his penetrating gaze. The longing and desire in his eyes had me so tightly wound up that if he ran over to me and trailed his finger over my arm, I’d probably explode into a million pieces. My panties were ridiculously damp, even while my brain screamed at me to stop lusting after my foster brother.
Chase winked at me before he raced by. My hands shook as I fisted my shirt over my pounding heart.What the hell is wrong with you, Mackenzie? Stop this.
My solution was to stare at his muscular ass beneath his short running shorts as his taut legs confidentially carried him around the track. Highly inappropriate images danced inside my head of our bodies intertwined, his questioning stare seeking my consent as the head of his hardness lined up at my entrance?—
I’m shaken from my inappropriate thoughts by the sight unfolding in front of me. Brady inched closer to Chase, taking advantage of Chase slowing his pace when he’d been distracted by me. As he ran beside Chase, Brady pretended to stumble, sticking his foot out. Chase fell to one knee on the track. Brady smirked down at him before taking off.
What the fuck?My hands clenched into fists.Brady did that on purpose.
Chase rebounded quickly, getting to his feet and chasing after Brady, ignoring the blood running from his knee. But Brady had an advantage, bursting through the finish line seconds before Chase.
Enraged, I took off running around the edge of the track to where Brady and Chase were heatedly arguing. Chase gestured to his knee, his face red from anger, his finger shaking as he poked it into Brady’s chest.
Stopping beside Chase, I crossed my arms over my chest. “You cheated, Brady,” I hissed, my fury matching Chase’s. “You need to rectify this. Now!”
Brady’s eyes narrowed. “I thought you hated this guy. Now you’re defending him?” Cocking his head, he analyzed me before a wicked sneer spread over his face. “Oh, I get it. You only pretended to hate Chase while secretly lusting after his cock.” Leaning closer to me, Brady grabbed a lock of my hair, twisting it around his finger. “Giving up your V card to your foster brother?—”
Brady is shoved away from me so fast that I’m barely aware of what happened. Chase’s muscular form moved in front of me like a shield. Before I could stop him, Chase’s fist connected with Brady’s nose.
The coach and trainer ran onto the track as chaos broke out. They pulled Chase and Brady apart, shoving me back. I winced as someone trampled on my foot while someone else bumped into me. I’m stunned by the chaos that pushes me further from Chase.
My heart stuttered inside my chest when Chase whirled around, wild eyes searching for me. As soon as he spotted me, he left the fray, ignoring the coach and others yelling his name. Grabbing my hand, he pulled me closer to his warm body, concerned eyes examining my face. “Are you hurt?”
I shook my head. “No, I’m fine. But what about you? Your leg?—”
“Don’t worry about my leg.” His tone was firm, leaving no room for argument. “I only care that you’re okay.”
My heart pounded as I stared into his eyes.Whiskey tangois all my muddled brain could process.
“Angel. Look at me.” Chase’s commanding voice is like a spell, forcing me to do his bidding. My gaze moves to his, only to be scorched by the flames of desire lighting up his irises. “There’s more to it.”
I obey him, my heart pounding fearfully. Oh God. Don’t slip up and let him see your innermost thoughts and desire for him. Stay calm.
When I open my mouth, intending to tell him a white lie, I’m shocked when I hear myself blurting out the horrifying truth. “The day you caught me staring at you during your track meet. My pulse flutters so fast I feel lightheaded, yet I can’t stop the words from flowing from my lips. “I envisioned our bodies naked. Entwined.”Jesus Christ, Mackenzie. What the hell is wrong with you?
“Don’t be embarrassed, Kenz.” His lips are so close they practically touch mine. My body is so weak, so damn needy, that I’m shaking. My bound hands reach out, grabbing his bicep, my fingers curling over the muscle.
“Do you know how many times I’ve dreamed of that same thing? The number of times I found myself daydreaming of you looking at me the way you are now, your soft curves beneath mine?” His breath bursts from his lungs as though he can’t contain it anymore. “Angel, you’re all I’ve thought about. All I’veseensince the day I stepped foot inside your house.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I know we are in a house of horrors. The devil is lurking with his dark mistress on the other side of the locked door. Probably watching us on some cameras hidden in this room. Even though there’s a scratchy green blanket covering us, I feel naked and exposed.
Yet I wiggle closer to Chase, desperate for his touch. I know it can’t happen since our wrists are bound, but I ache for his strong arms to hold me like he did when he carried me, kicking and screaming, from the party. The way Chase’s body felt pressed against mine, desire raging in his irises as he held me after the accident.
