“You’re a fucking idiot,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Like you have any room to talk.”
“Cora lives to hate me, and I can’t get her alone long enough to make her hear me. But you,” I say, pointing to the door wherethe rumble of my truck turning over sounds, “you’re punishing her for the mistakes of others.”
“I’m not—” He whips around to face me, his hands balled at his sides.
“You are and she was right to call you out on it.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Maybe not. But I do know that if you don’t pull your head out of your ass, she’s going to stop chasin’ you, and you’ll only have yourself to blame.”
“Fuck off, brother. Deal with your own shit and leave me out of it,” he says, stomping toward the door and practically ripping it off the hinges as he goes.
15
TALON
“Talon!” Cora’s voice echoes around the bay and I stand, my blood already pumping at the fight about to ensue. Her red-and-white sundress dancing around her thighs as she stomps over to me and her tits peeking out of the top of her dress have my mouth watering at the sight.
They’re perky and perfect and maybe smaller than they used to be? My brain is having trouble putting the pieces together, but hell if it matters because all I want isher.
She looks so damn sexy and I’m so sick of fighting with her. I’d rather put that sassy mouth to better use and then trail my palms over all that smooth, tanned skin.
“What can I do for you, Cora?” I say casually as I lean a hip against the reception desk and wait as she stalks over to me, red hair piled on the top of her head. Little pieces frame her face, her green eyes absolutely blazing as she stabs a finger into my chest.
“You can’t just take my truck!”
“I didn’t just take it. Aspen called me and I towed it here.” I grab her wrist and pull her flush against me. “I haven’t touched it, but I’d bet my last dollar it’s still the battery.”
She gasps, and I want to groan at all of that softness pressed to me.
“You should have called,” she hisses even as she rocks her hips, my dick already throbbing and begging to be inside her.
“I did,”—I pause for effect—“as soon as I made sure Aspen was safe.”
“Where’s your truck?”
“Keepin’ tabs on me?”
“It’s not outside.”
“Aspen took it because my brother was being an ass.”
“So, it runs in the family.”
“Who the hell is the dress for?”
“None of your damn business.”
“Right now, I’m makin’ itmy business.”
“You can go to hell, Talon. I don’t have to explain a damn thing to you.”
“Say what you want, but I’m gonna fuck you against that wall in about thirty seconds,” I taunt as I grip her ass in two plentiful handfuls, squeezing hard, before dragging her up my body and taking a step. Her legs wrap around my waist, her ankles locking at my back. “Tell me now, Cora.”
“Stop talking.” Her expression is predatory. “Unless you’rejusttalk.”
