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When those magnificent tits press to his chest, I’m ready tokill.

Chapter 9

Grayson

Just as I am about to leap into the pool and drown Killian, Meghan’s slender fingers slide into the waistband of my swim trunks.

“Come on, Grayson. You’re gonna regret it. Go inside. Cool down. One parole violation and back to prison.”

She’s right, but I fucking hate it.

Cautiously, she takes my wrist to lead me inside. Charlotte’s gaze snaps to me.

Her eyes narrow, like she’s daring me. I look away first. Fuck her. Test me? I’m not giving her the satisfaction.

Meghan and I walk on. I won’t give that bitch a second glance.

Inside, I lean against the kitchen counter, trying to calm down. Meghan strokes my hair lovingly, speaking softly.

“You have a crush on that girl, huh?”

“Hell no. I took her virginity,” I reply, my voice low so nobody else hears. But I get riled up, adding, “She doesn’t know what she’s doing! Too stupid. Killian will—”

I stop short, my breath shaky. I can’t say it.

“Damn, baby,” Meghan says with a half-smile. “You’re down bad for her.”

“No,” I growl.

But I can’t stop picturing it. Killian’s hands on her. That dumb smile on her face... her making those sounds she made for me.

She’d let him. She’s that desperate. Pathetic. That fucking easy. She’ll let anyone—

Fuck!

My fist slams into the fridge, denting the door.

Meghan flinches, then smooths a hand down my forearm. “Okay. We need to go. My place. Get high. Chill.”

She’s not wrong.

I do need to get the hell out of here before I start breaking more shit... or skulls.

I grab a shirt and slip on my shoes, then glance out onto the patio as we head to the front door.

Charlotte is getting out of the pool.

Killian’s gonna take her to a bedroom tonight. I just know it.

She heads toward the house, calling over her shoulder, “I’ll get you a beer!”

As soon as she steps inside, she startles. She better flinch. I’m fucking on edge.

Her eyes widen and she says nervously, “Grayson,” then has the gall to scurry toward the kitchen. What a brat.

I’m right behind her, though.

“What the hell was that? Killian? Really? And what the fuck are you wearing? A bikini made for OnlyFans?”