Hale leans over in the car as soon as I sit back down, and then he glares at Brazen.
“For the record, I forgot to mention that now I’m a threat,” he menaces, and then he jerks my lips to his before pulling away and running back off to his car.
Brazen rolls his eyes, as do I, and then I finally put the damn car into drive to skid away from the black sand beach.
“I’ve missed you, baby,” he coos.
“Don’t start,” I caution while throwing an objecting hand up.
Suddenly his lips are strolling over my bare shoulder, and I realize I need to pull on shirt before the horny boys go mad. I use my gift to start driving the car for me as I dig around in my bag.
“What are you doing?” he muses.
“Putting on a shirt since you’re apparently not going to behave either.”
His devious smirk spreads as he jerks me away from the back and into his lap. He presses a button to set the autopilot on the car, and then his lips begin savagely attacking mine. Before I know it, I’m straddling him and grinding against his erection as his tongue plays with mine.
His hands grab my ass, and he starts to undo his pants before I finally pull back.
“Stop,” I gripe, and he jerks me back to his lips almost violently as his hands grab against my the back of my neck and my ass.
I groan my frustration into his mouth, and then I rip free from his clutches to jump back in the driver’s seat. I flip off the autopilot and slam on the brakes to bring us to a nasty halt. Brazens catches himself before his head slaps the dash, and his eyes are wide in panic.
“What the fuck?” he pants out.
“You. You’re what the fuck,” I growl, and I jerk on the shirt I had been unable to get on before.
It hangs off my shoulder on one side, and it ends just before my bottoms. His eyes burn against me as he stares at me, and now I think the damn shirt is turning him on more than just the bikini.
“Stop looking at me like that,” I scold.
“I can’t help it, baby. I told you I’ve missed you.”
“You could help it when you left me all alone in the bed to join Hale on his secret mission. I had just said yes, Brazen. I was ready to marry you. I was excited to be marrying you, and I wanted it to be soon. I’ve told you so much fucking shit it’s ridiculous, and you can’t tell me anything. I don’t want you in my car anymore,” I huff, fighting off the Nile of tears waiting to pour free.
“Araya, damn it. I’m sorry. I fucked up… again. I love you so much though, and I was just trying to do what I thought was best.”
“You thought wrong,” I snarl.
Hale skids to a stop when he finally catches up with us, and he rushes over to inspect me.
“What’s wrong?” he prompts.
“You and Brazen are what’s wrong. The two of you can fucking ride together. Grayson can ride with me,” I growl while jerking Grayson’s door open. “Get in my damn car now.”
Grayson jumps out to fill my request, and Brazen grumbles under his breath as he walks toward Hale’s car. They both look at me like scolded children before I climb back into my seat. I roll my eyes at the ridiculous malfunctioning triangle we’re all forced to endure.
Sheesh.
“They’ve both been hard to deal with for the past two weeks,” Grayson murmurs as he checks his phone hopefully.
He sighs out in disappointment when he apparently doesn’t see the call he’s been waiting for.
“They’ll get over, and Angelica will be back.”
“Will you go back to Hale?” he asks curiously, and I know what answer he wants to hear.
“There’s a lot more damage done to our relationship than yours. Yours needs a bandaid. Ours needs reconstructive surgery.”
