"I like it here," she said.
"Good for you." Could she read my thoughts? I wasn't sure if she'd like the place so well if she could. On the other hand, she might like it even better. Would she let me get her off in front of everyone here? My father would kill me but I didn't give a shit. It would be worth it.
"I thought so." She took a sip of her bourbon, her golden brown eyes turned toward me. Was she trying to get a rise out of me by drinking the same thing I was?
I waited for her to react to the heat of the liquor, but all she did was smile. I totally didn't get harder from that look. Okay, I fucking did. I wanted to taste the bourbon on her mouth. Would it taste like strawberries too?
"Why?" The question was out of my mouth before I could stop it.
"Why what?" She took another sip and raised her eyebrows at me. I noticed she didn't leave any of her lipstick on the glass. Shame, I preferred when it rubbed off.
"Why do you want to stay in Aurora Hollow?" I asked. Did I want the answer or did I just want to see her lips move?
"Because it's awesome and you're paying for the alcohol." Whitney hooked her arms through Leah and Fiona's, pulling them away toward a table. Holly glanced at me before following.
I rolled my lips and watched them walk away. Irritated until Riley stepped up beside me and put a hand on my shoulder.
"She rejected you too?" he asked.
"I thought she was panting for you." I gave him a sidelong look. I wouldn't consider that a rejection, just another volley in our little war.
"She was, she just doesn't know it yet." He patted my shoulder and turned to the bar to buy another drink.
"Yeah, I got that vibe too," I said. The one where she didn't realise she was mine to fuck. It was a good thing that she hadn't left town. I was almost certain she'd stayed to piss me off. Did she know why it was so important for her to get under my skin? If she didn't, she soon would. Before the winter rush started, she'd be coming around my cock. At the same time, she could suck Riley's. Between us, we'd fuck her into oblivion. She'd thank us for every orgasm we generously let her have.
"Nothing like a challenge," Riley said softly.
"There really isn't," I agreed. I might even buy all of their drinks tonight. But I wouldn't touch Leah when she was full of alcohol. No, I wanted her stone cold sober when she surrendered to me. Sober and begging me to fuck her.
"Fucking hell," Riley growled.
His sudden change in tone made my face swing toward him. Then toward the door where he was scowling, pure loathing flashing in his blue eyes. Of the two of us, he was usually the most chill. It took a lot for him to be rattled, much less oozing anger the way he was right now. Only one person I knew got that reaction from him.
I followed his gaze. My blood turned to white hot ice.
"What the fuck is he doing here?"
6
LEAH
"Uh-oh."Whitney's head turned like she was watching a hockey game, sliding from her brother to a man who stood just inside the doorway.
The six-foot-four wall of muscle watched Connor approach, dark eyes unflinching, as openly hostile as Whitney's brother.
"What do you want, Lachance?" Connor snarled.
"Who is he?" I whispered to the other women.
Holly hadn't said much, but it was her who answered now. "Dash Lachance. He and those two have had bad blood since forever." She nodded to Riley, who stood at Connor’s side, no less angry and aggressive than his friend.
"That's an understatement," Fiona said. "Those threehateeach other. They'd throw each other off the falls given half a chance."
I caught Whitney giving her a sharp look.
One of Fiona's eyebrows twitched, but she was unrepentant.
"Why do they hate each other?" I asked.
