Break Me (Brayshaw High) - Meagan Brandy Page 0,67
to play, Tink, play,” he rasps headily. “Take. Demand.” His eyes darken and he leans forward, pressing the left curve of his lips to my ear, gliding them slightly, as if he has a need to press them against me, but he refuses himself. “Demand... and receive, my little Tink.”
Tires screech against the road in the distance, the cease of brakes following.
Royce steps around me, and my entire body finds the need to follow his escape, spinning with his as he slips away, taking the air from my lungs with him.
Right there, in the center of the street, stands Maddoc and Captain, blank expressions on both their faces, one solid black SUV idling at their backs.
The back door opens and Raven steps out.
Her eyes fly from Royce to me and narrow.
He steps up to her and after a short stare-off, she finally slips back inside, Royce following.
He doesn’t shut his door and when I look to Maddoc, he drops his chin expectantly.
I don’t realize I’m moving forward until I’ve reached him.
“Get in.” He glares past me.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. He’s mad at me.”
“It wasn’t a question.” The command is short and sharp. His eyes shift to mine, and while they’re brimming with a heady warning, there’s no anger there.
Room for discussion? Definitely not, but no anger.
He faces forward, and only then do I look behind me.
The house and back yard must be completely empty now as every partygoer is scattered along the front catching the show.
There isn’t a single one who isn’t staring at me. At Maddoc. At the car behind us and back to me.
Micah breaks through the crowd then, tension lining his features, and for a second I’m relieved. Maddoc must sense it, because he shakes his head, and in the same exact second one brother tells me no without a word, another wraps his fingers around mine hanging loosely at my sides.
I look down, following the tattooed forearm up until my eyes collide with a pair of clouded brown ones. Royce hangs half out of the door, holding on to me.
He tugs, and for some reason, even though he was a giant jackass just now, I let him.
I climb in beside the drunken playboy, trying to ignore how his hold on me grows tighter, more possessive, with each passing second, and pretending his lips aren’t slightly brushing against the side of my neck.
They are, but every time they meet my skin fully, they disappear, taking the air from my lungs with them.
I don’t know what it means or that he’ll remember this tomorrow.
I don’t know why he said what he said, did what he did, or if it even matters.
And I don’t know why, when the night basically went to crap, thrill burns me to the core.
I know it’s reckless.
But I’m not sure I can control it.
I’m also not so sure I want to.
Chapter 17
Royce
“Daddy, look it!” Zo runs ahead of me, damn near tripping over herself while trying to carry a giant-ass panda bear that’s a solid foot bigger than she is.
Captain comes around the corner with a grin, his steps slowing when he spots her, the panda, the new stuffed penguin backpack she has on and the two black bears in my hands.
His eyes pop up to mine and he frowns, but when he drops to his knees in front of his baby girl it’s with a smile.
“Uncle Bro taked me to make stuff, see!” She smiles, shoving it in Cap’s arms and runs to me, snags the bears and runs back. She hops into Cap’s arms, knowing he’ll catch her, and pushes the ballerina and basketball player dressed black bears in his face.
I laugh, wiping at my mouth in an attempt to hide it, and Cap’s grin doesn’t fall until Zoey is running around the corner to go show Victoria.
He hops up and punches my shoulder.
I laugh. “Hey, Madman’s playin’ dirty. Had to show him up. I’m her favorite.”
He chuckles. “All right, but no more animals. Pretty soon we won’t be able to find her in her bed, she’ll be so covered.”
“Fine, fine.” I grin. “I’m gonna put this away.” I lift the small gift box at my side.
Cap’s grin widens and he slips closer. “What’s in there?”
The fucker knows it’s for the soon to be here baby Bray.
“Nuh, uh. That’s for me to know. I’m the special one.” I grin and he laughs.
I leave his ass there laughing.
The second I’ve got the box stuffed in my closet, my phone rings.