“We have to be quiet.”
Someone else speaks now. Someone male.
“Mmmm. Can’t wait to get you naked.”
In the blink of an eye, I go from mild discomfort to capable of committing murder.
There’s a thump, as if someone bumped into the wall. Then a thud on the way past my door, followed by a quiet moan.
This asshole’s making her moan?
Over my dead body.
I stalk out of my room and burst into the corridor, rage fueling my every step.
“Let’s get these off.” Blake. Muffled and breathy.
The hall is bathed in shadows, but there’s enough light to illuminate her door, which is wide open, providing me with a perfect view of Blake.
On her knees.
She’s on her goddamn knees in front of another man.
“You’ve got the hottest mouth,” he mutters as she unzips his pants. He reaches out to nudge the door closed. “Show me how you use it.”
A red mist obscures my vision as I charge toward them. I shove the door before the guy can close it, and the resulting crash when it hits the wall has both of them glancing over in surprise.
“Oh my God, Wyatt!” Blake cries in outrage. “Go away.”
“Get up,” I bark at her.
“Go. Away.” She stays on her knees. Her features are tight with anger.
“Get. Up.”
The guy’s wary gaze flicks toward me. “Who’s this?” he asks Blake.
“Nobody. Just a family friend who’s also staying here. And now he’s leaving.” She glares at me. “Good night, Wyatt.”
“What are you doing?” I snap at her. “You’re bringing home random townie trash now?”
“Hey,” the guy objects.
I ignore him. “What the hell are you trying to prove?”
“Get out of my room,” Blake orders through gritted teeth. She finally stumbles to her feet, advancing on me. Trying to push me out the door.
I cross my arms and hold my ground. “No fucking way. Your dad asked me to watch out for you this summer.”
“Your dad?” the townie echoes in alarm. His head swivels back to her. “I thought you said you were twenty.”
“Iamtwenty,” she growls. “My dad is just overprotective.”
The guy is already zipping up his pants, not even trying to be discreet about it.
“No,” she bursts out, looking annoyed. “Dave. Come on. We’re not stopping because of this asshole.”
“Yes, youarestopping because of this asshole,” I say coldly. I gesture to his fly. “Come on now. Finish up.”
