Brother.
His eyes seem to change somehow, or maybe it’s the way his brows knit together and I watch a bone in his jaw shift.
I hold eye contact as I press the phone to my ear.
“Nolan?”
“I’m at Blackwell’s. Get your ass over here, now.”
FIFTY
SYLVAN
“She’s so fucking gorgeous.” Faust’s words lick at my brain as I sit beside him in the locker room, our chest pads, helmets, and skates off. It’s dark in here, because no one else stayed as long as we did after practice. No doubt Coach Wynon and the other coaches are in their offices, but no one is bugging us.
While it’s still early, if we keep playing like we are, we’re making it into the playoffs, no problem.
I run a hand through my wet hair and glance at Faust’s screen.
A photo of Neve sitting on her canopy bed, her blond hair tumbling around her shoulders, covering her nipples, but we can still see the soft curve of her breasts. She has her legs crossed, slender and long, and it’s almost enough to make up for the fact I can’t see between her thighs. Her lips are parted, teeth visible, and she’s looking at the camera like she wants to fuck it.
Me.
But… “Wait, she didn’t send me that.” I clench my teeth as I snatch up my own phone on the bench, just to check, but no. The last text she sent me was an hour ago, telling me she was good togo out this Thursday night. Our games are at home, and we can head out early so we’ve got enough sleep for Friday.
I wouldn’t compromise not showing up fully for a game after a night out for any other woman on the planet. But Neve occupies my thoughts completely.
Even though she’s not spent the night at either of our places recently, nor us at hers, and my dick feels broken just thinking of it. The last time I got to smell her, inhale her precious scent with her bare pussy between us, was the night at Faust’s two weeks ago when I thought for half a heartbeat he had something to do with the murders.
It didn’t make sense. It still wouldn’t.
Neve isn’t the only one lying to the police.
I know what it was now, though. A test.Would I hurt her? Let him murder her?
I passed.
And no one has dropped dead in two weeks, which is a good sign. It means we’re not under a constant cloud of suspicion—not that we’re cleared, I’m sure, because no one has been arrested yet—and we’re allowed to hang out with our girl when we feel like it.
And she could be ours.
Even if she doesn’t quite know what we’re becoming yet.
No one does.
But I’m sure of one thing: They’re both fucking mine.
I send Neve a text as Faust breathes a laugh beside me.
You want Faust to get hurt?
She doesn’t take long to reply, and I’m not surprised. She’s practically imprisoned inside her eerie apartment over the bookstore. It’s why we haven’t had sleepovers, or sex.
Her brother is visiting.
Nolan Devine eats at me. There’s something about him I don’t understand and I don’t like, even though I’ve never met him.
His behavior reminds me of home.
