Kid
: Chapter 29

Turning my head back, I see Han behind us, the sight of her sending my heart into my stomach as an electrifying energy pulsates through my limbs.

Brynn still has her hands around my waist, my arm draped around her shoulders.

“Yeah?” Brynn asks, almost confused by the offer.

We’re both looking at her now, but she’s only focused on Brynn. I raise my brows as my eyes drift between the two of them.

“Now,” Han reiterates, nodding her head in the direction of the kitchen.

She giggles, agreeing, naïve to the tension between Han and myself before she drops her hand from around me, grabbing onto hers as they walk towards the house.

I narrow my eyes as I study the sight of their turned backs. Did she really just do that? Did she really just pull Brynn off of me? Did she actually spot us about to kiss? Did I actually sense some jealousy from the chick that never gets jealous?

Sure as shit, Han turns her head back to me, giving me a devilish smirk that tells me everything I was just wondering was correct before walking into the sliding glass door with Brynn. I bite down on my bottom lip, shaking my head in disbelief.

“Did you see Jo’s here?” Hawke asks, approaching my side. We both follow them into the house.

“I see that chick everywhere,” I comment, feeling every bit of that sentence in its entirety.

We get inside, and I immediately spot Han and Brynn near the kitchen, taking shots. What I wasn’t expecting was to see Silas huddled up with Bran in the corner.

He’s talking animatedly to him by the kitchen table, waving his hands around as Bran stares at the floor, listening. He turns to face him before they both turn their gaze on me.

I cross my arms, cocking my head at their glance. I don’t like the feeling I get from that look. Why the fuck are they talking to each other and looking at me?

Which reminds me, I need to contact Dario.

I prop myself against the wall as Hawke has a conversation with a buddy of his. That dude knows everyone, I swear. I tip my head back, replaceing Han in the kitchen. My eyes are stuck on her, watching her every move.

She moves around people in her little black and purple flower dress that ends just below her ass. Her black stockings that rest just above her knees brings my focus to that snake tattoo wrapped around that toned little thigh. Those black platform booties giving her the edge and height that make her everything I fucking dream about.

Fuck, I need to get between those legs again.

I’m literally daydreaming about the feeling of her wet, velvety pussy wrapped tightly around my cock, pulsating around me as she moans. I play with her clit as she comes undone, bouncing until this dick is emptied inside of her. I immediately lose the daydream at the sight of Bran’s eyes on mine. He trails my gaze, locking in on Han, furrowing his brows before making his route to her.

My eyes follow Bran as he approaches her near the counter she’s leaning back on. Her eyes flutter up at him, giving a blank expression. He leans up against her, and my head snaps up off the wall. His hand comes up as he trails two fingers down the side of her face, dragging them to her neck. I take a few quick pulls from my freshly lit cigarette, inhaling deeply as I attempt to calm my nerves. I blow the smoke out of the window to my right, never peeling my eyes off them.

I’m watching Bran’s fingers closer than I’ve ever studied anything in my life. I feel my lip curl up and my breathing increase. If they drop any farther, I’m going to fucking lose it. I might go over there and tear them off with my fucking teeth and spit them back into his ugly, preppy face. Lucky for him, they stop just beneath her collarbone as he leans inward to whisper something in her ear.

She looks to the ceiling, sighing before dropping her head again as her eyes replace mine. I get the feeling she knew where I was this entire time just by how fast her eyes locked onto mine. Her expression isn’t what I’d expect. She looks angry as he talks to her. He pulls back, and a fake smile stretches across her face. She’s totally playing with him. But for what? How is he useful to her?

He gives her a head nod and slowly backs away from her, holding onto her hand until their fingers finally part. I don’t understand it, and truth be told, I fucking hate it.

She looks to the floor, and her face drops for a moment. It’s a quick moment, but one that I can easily pick up on. Probably because I’m obsessed with her and know the second her expressions change.

Her eyes snap up to mine again. We stare at one another from across the room for what feels like forever. Music bumps in the background, people are laughing, talking, drinking. So much is happening all around us and yet there’s so much in our gaze. Longing, understanding, sadness, need…

I think back to the morning she kicked me out, the terror in her eyes at the mention of love. I think of her answer to my question of what gives life meaning. “The same thing that ends it, love.” She’s so close, close to opening up, but she’s still in denial. And one thing she can’t do is attempt to cock block me when she’s the one who won’t let me in.

I push up off the wall, dropping my cigarette in a nearby glass before slowly heading towards her. Our eyes never disconnect as I cross the room. Seeing my approach, she walks backwards, edging herself along the cabinets until she makes her way around them. Clinging to the wall of the hallway like it’s the rope holding her to earth and the gravity around her has lifted, she backs her way into the darkness, finally turning to run into the first abandoned room she can replace.

I run after her, sticking my foot in the door as she’s about to close it, stalling the process. I force my way in, backing her up against the door of the laundry room we’ve stumbled upon. Her back hits at the same time her lips part. Her eyes fully dilate as she waits for me to make my move.

I lean over her, looking down into those gorgeous reptilian eyes, reflected by the moonlight off of the ocean outside. I breathe in her scent, loving that I can smell the honey she emits, even amidst the Bleach, Lysol, and laundry detergent.

I skim my fingers up the hand that’s hanging down by her side, trailing my fingertips seeing the goosebumps steadily form until I reach the middle of her arm. Slowly wrapping my fingers around her little toned bicep, I firmly grasp her. Her breathing has changed. Her chest is rising and falling faster than before, even though her face isn’t giving away any expression, just keeping that same stare, holding my gaze.

We aren’t even talking. We don’t need to talk. She knows I need her, and she’s made it clear she doesn’t want anyone else to have me. So where does that leave us?

I place my forearm against the door, leaning over her, caging her in, our lips close enough that I can almost taste her.

“You ran from me.” I state the obvious.

“You chased me,” she retorts, her voice soothing me instantly.

“I caught you.” I cock a confident brow.

“Fish in a bucket aren’t hard to catch,” she comments, her eyes narrowing in on mine.

I sneer at that.

“Are you alright?” I ask in a hoarse tone, thinking about the anger in her eyes while Bran had her cornered.

The question seems to confuse her. She blinks quickly, then licks her lips.

“What a loaded question,” she says softly before a smile pulls at her full lips.

“Han,” I whisper, my hand unable to resist touching the soft skin of her neck.

I drag my thumb across her bottom lip, gazing at it before I stare into her eyes again. Something’s bothering her. She’s here for a reason. She made it clear she was at this party by obligation, not by choice, the fish in the bucket reference. But why?

I stare into those troubled eyes, trying to piece it together. “Did you think I’d be here tonight? Is that why you came?”

“I don’t like her hands on you,” she admits. “It bothers me like nothing I’ve ever experienced.”

There it is. She’s jealous. Maybe she thought Brynn and I would hook up after she ever so kindly suggested it. The thought had her searching for me before I even entered the party.

“I don’t like his hands on you,” I retort, remembering Bran’s fingers brushing against her face in the kitchen.

She sighs, looking around me. “That’s different. You know how I feel about Bran.”

I arch a brow.

“It’s complicated,” she explains.

“Well, Brynn likes me. She’s made it clear. It’s not complicated with her.”

She scowls at me. But fuck it, she’s the one pushing me away. The thought angers me. If she’s not going to claim me, then she needs to back off. She can’t have her cake and eat it too.

“I could fuck her anytime I want,” I say with a bite to my tone. Leaning forward, I whisper in her ear. “And what’s more, is it could be so much more than just sex with her.”

Her jaw shifts slightly from side to side as she glares through me.

“Why don’t you just make it official? Fuck Bran. You know he’s just waiting for the chance to get back in it. Give him the pussy so you can get whatever it is you need from him in return,” I say before getting hit in the face.

She slaps me. Hard. My mouth drops open as my hand traces over the sting of the burning flesh. She’s raging like a bull, breathing hard through her flared nostrils. I’ve pushed her too far.

But, I’m sadistic. I fucking love it.

A devilish grin grows, stretching across my face as I gaze down at my little psycho.

“You just don’t quit, do you?” she asks with venom on her tongue, her eyes drifting to my lips. “You’re a dick. Everyone saw the way you were staring at me out there.”

I scoff, looking up at the ceiling before facing her again. “How was I looking?”

“Like a stalker,” she admits with a straight face. “Some people would replace that really odd. Fucking creepy even.”

“Good thing you aren’t some people,” I whisper, leaning down to trail my nose along her cheek and jaw. “You love that shit. The intensity. It turns you on.”

“It doesn’t,” she rushes.

Denial. She still wants to play games? Well, I can play fucking games.

“No?” I ask, moving my hand to the space between her legs. “You’re telling me you didn’t wear this little dress knowing my hand would slide up here tonight?” She swallows as I trace the inside of her thigh with my fingers.

“I definitely didn’t wear it for you.”

She plays the tough girl act, but I can hear the change in her tone already. It’s softer, less harsh.

“Ah, I see. Bran then,” I nod, feeling jealous. “Maybe I should fuck you and return you back to Bran, all used and wet. Give him my leftovers, since sex is all you want out of this.”

She quickly grips my dick in her hand, roughly clawing into it with her long nails through my jeans, making me suck in a breath at the slight sting of pain against my growing cock.

I lean into her hold, pressing her tightly against the door. I replace her ear, licking the shell before I whisper, “Then when I’m done with you, I’ll take Brynn home. Make a girlfriend outta her.”

“You don’t know when to shut that loose mouth of yours, do you?” She seethes, still gripping my cock.

The sexual tension is so fucking thick, we can both barely breathe.

“Put it to use then,” I taunt her, inching my fingers up between her thighs.

I run my fingers along her panties, feeling the wetness pooling. I cock a brow at the discovery, a mischievous grin following. Bullshit, you don’t like it.

She can lie to me all she wants with her words and lack of expression, but this body knows nothing but truths.

And I’m about to uncover all of them.