Summer sighs.“I think she may actually kill him.”
I laugh.“You need to set up cameras because this shit is entertaining.”
“Where is he going?Hey!That’s my car,” Summer yells.
“I’ll bring it back,” Max calls out, before slamming the door closed and driving off, his head sticking out of the window.“Won’t be long.No one touches my food and gets away with it.”
“It was my brownie,” Malia screams.“Frommykitchen.”
“She’s mentally picturing his burial ground,” Summer guesses, before turning to me.“Need a drink?Your head must be hurting in this heat.”
I shrug as I get to my feet, helping her up.“Nah.It’s made of concrete.Takes more than that to hurt me.”
She arches an eyebrow at me.“You were unconscious.”
“You really do care.”
“I didn’t say I cared,” she mutters dryly.“I’m pointing out the facts.”
I sniff.“Friends don’t lie.”
She splutters out a laugh.“Did you just quoteStranger Things?”
I feel my face heat.“No,” I refute.“Now, where’s this drink you keep jabbering on about?”
She snorts.“Go take a seat in the shade and I’ll go grab you one.”
I watch her arse jiggle as she heads into the house, and my mind immediately pictures what it would look like bouncing on my cock.Yet the visual of Summer isn’t what makes me want her.It’s more.It’s her laugh, the way she scrunches her nose up when she’s annoyed, how expressive her eyes are, and how her voice can go from soft to raspy within a second.But the moment she placed her hand on my arm, I wanted nothing more than to pull her into my lap and take her.Fuck the audience.Nothing mattered but her.All from a touch.An innocent touch.
Which scares me.This feeling shit is annoying as hell.
I walk over to Jaxon and Liam.“Is everything okay?”I ask.
“Nothing about this day is okay,” Jaxon growls.
My eyebrows rise at his harsh words.“I don’t remember saying it should or would be okay.Pretty sure I asked a question.”
He puts a bit of space between us, running his fingers through his hair.“I should have slit his throat when I had the fucking chance.He isn’t playing games anymore.This shit has been going on for far too long.It’s only by sheer fucking luck that we are alive right now.”
“Maybe.”
His eyes widen, curling his lip up in disgust.“Maybe?It wasn’t that long ago you were yelling pretty much the same thing.”
I shrug carelessly.“Yes, but then Summer pointed out something I hadn’t realised.”
He eyes me warily.“What was that?”
“All this time we’ve been thinking we are on the defence.But we aren’t.We are on the offence.It’s why they keep coming at us harder and harder each time.”
Liam’s eyes widen just as much as Jaxon’s.“How hard did you hit your head?”Jaxon demands.
“Fuck you,” I spit out.
“He isn’t wrong,” Liam points out.“Doesn’t feel like it when you’re the one homeless, but he isn’t wrong.”
I grin smugly.“I’m never wrong.”
“You’re never right,” Jaxon points out.
