The handle rattled, and the door started to move inward. Phoenix rammed a hand beside my head, pushing it closed again.
“Just a sec,” he called out, his voice booming in my ear.
I twisted my head away from his armpit, stating in a hushed voice, “You might want to wrap it before you tap it. Everyone knows Courtney Swan is a walking STD.”
The distaste on my face must have been clear, as Phoenix had the sense to look uncomfortable. I folded my arms over my meagre chest as he moved his arm and raised a finger to his lips, telling me to keep quiet. It had always amazed me howquickly Phoenix’s face could switch from passionate and wild to an emotionless void.
“Keep your mouth closed or I’ll do it for you,” he threatened as he lowered his hand from his lips.
“Who are you talking to?” Court, as he’d nicknamed her, said. How high was her stupid ass voice? An image of me popping one of her fake tits jumped into my mind.
“No one,” Phoenix barked back, but then added. “Err, I’m just on call with Micah. Give me a minute.”
“Okie dokie, big boy,” the silly bitch slurred.
And I decided it was payback. How dare he kiss me like that and make it seem so real when all along he was imagining I was that skank? Nothing about the girl was real. I’d heard Josh Sanderson say that Courtney’s lips felt like you were kissing a plastic straw. That’s fillers for you. She also had the brain capacity of a fucking peanut.
My expression must have suggested that I was plotting something, as Phoenix shook his head and wagged his finger as my sinister smile spread. Maybe I could make a few sex noises, and she’d realize someone else hadclaimed her prize; the gullible little shrew. You are not and will never be exclusive. Phoenix Carter doesn’t know the meaning of the word monogamy.
I took a deep breath, but before any sound could leave my lips, Phoenix shoved his palm over my mouth. The blurted noise was trapped, and I flinched as he lowered his head to speak against the cuff of my ear. He wasn’t hurting me, but he wasn’t being gentle either. One of my hands curled around his wrist.
“You makeanysound that screws this up for me, and you take her place. So, if you’re not up for sucking my dick, I’d say shut the fuck up,” Phoenix whispered into my ear.
OMG, did my foster brother just say what I thought he did?
Again, another image fluttered into my thoughts. It involved me on my knees, and well, I don’t need to supply you with the rest of that picture. It still made my sex throb.
Fighting off my body's reaction to the riot of emotions coursing through me, I closed my eyes tightly before nodding. I knew his threat was empty, but after that mind-blowing kiss, I just wanted to go back to my room and lick my wounds. Phoenix was only eighteen to my sixteen, but he was all man, and much more grown up in every sense of that word. I had little experience with sex; Nix made me feel like a silly schoolgirl.
He lowered his hand. Did I imagine it, or did he run his nose along my cheek and inhale as he drew his head back?
“What are you doing?” I whispered as his eyes latched onto mine again.
“Don’t you smell your food before you eat it?” Phoenix replied with a sexy smirk. He was toying with me; he had to be. My mouth dropped open and closed like a fish.
That twist to his lips spread into a full-on grin. He was laughing at me.
“Give me a minute and then I’m all yours, baby,” he shouted above my head through the door. Baby? Yuck.
Shooting him the sink eye, I kept my mouth shut.
Phoenix fixed his lips into his signature smirk before bending his knees, lowering himself to my level. “Good girl,” he replied, tapping me on the nose with one finger. His hand then slipped around my neck, his fingers squeezing.
“Ow, that hurts.”
“And?” he replied with anI couldn’t give a shitexpression.
I grunted. He wasn’t really hurting me, and he knew it. “Count to ten, and then take your five-foot fuck-all assbackto your room.”
My mouth opened to respond, but no sound came out.
Phoenix then pushed me rudely to the side with one shove and tugged open the door.
The movement pinned me awkwardly against the side of his dresser, and all his perfectly placed shit there rattled. I tried to blank out the large box of condoms.
With a heavy heart, I watched him leave, hating the way he winked at me beforehand.
“My room’s a mess, baby. Micah said we can use his,” I heard him tell the waiting Courtney, the lying douchebag.
