“If the cops show up, you let me handle it. You stand behind me and keep your ass quiet. Don’t you ever do that again.”
I let out a humorless laugh. “I’m not a puppet. I’m my own, independent woman. You’re welcome for keeping your ass out of jail.Now move.”
“Going to jail for a trumped-up statutory rape charge is easy to get out of. Murdering someone in front of two cops? Not so much. Don’t do it again.”
Instead of pulling away, I step in closer, almost touching. “You want me dead? Kill me. No cops here now,” I whisper.
The anger in his eyes flares as his hand moves from my arm to around my waist, pulling me into him. Chest to chest. “Funny, you think I was talking about you and not Nate for putting his hands on what’s mine.” His tongue peeks out, licking his bottom lip.
I attempt to pull back, but his other hand grabs my face, pulling it closer, his lips ghosting mine. “Three weeks, Willow. Three weeks and you’ll know who exactly you belong to.”
“I don’t belong to anyone,” I say against his lips.
“Really? Why are you leaning into me then? Why do you respond to my touch? Tell me you don’t want me as bad as I want you.”
“Sure,” I breathe out. “I want you. I’m not too proud to admit that, but a moment of lust isn’t enough to claim me. You want me now, but once that forbidden element is gone and you have a taste, you’ll grow bored and forget me,” I say breathing hard.
His eyes harden. “Don’t tell me what I’ll do. You have no idea.”
“Oh? You don’t like being told what you’re going to do? Pot meet kettle.”
His hand comes up to circle my throat. He gives it a light squeeze, making me gasp, rubbing my thighs together.
Angry Chase is hot as fuck.
“The difference is I tell you what to do when it’s for your own good,” he rasps into my ear.
“Who says forgetting me isn’t what’s best for you?”
“You need to stop putting yourself down. You’re not the trash you claim to be. You are way more than that.”
Pulling back, he presses a kiss to the exact corner of my mouth that I pressed a kiss on his brother minutes earlier. Then he turns, leaving me standing in the middle of his room alone, and turned on.
“Fuck.”
Ten
Over the last two weeks,the guys and I have settled into our own routine. So finding Chase at home after school feels normal. Ever since our close call, he’s been somewhat distant, but the sexual tension between us keeps growing.
“Hey,” I say to Chase as I set my bag down.
“Hey, how was school?”
“It was school.” I shrug. “How was your day?”
“Not too bad. Got some work done while you guys were gone. Do you have any homework?”
“I have a bit. Why?”
“Think you can finish it in an hour?” Chase asks, putting his arm on the back of the couch.
“That depends.” I shrug again. “What’s up?”
“I want to take you out.”
“Like on a date?” I ask, trying to hide the shock in my voice.
“You can call it what you want,” he says, trying to gauge my reaction.
