Break Me (Brayshaw High) - Meagan Brandy Page 0,74
“Figured you say something like I’m a king, little Bishop.”
“If I had, your smart-ass would throw back something like only in your dreams, Playboy.”
She giggles. “Do you want to be king? You know, your world’s kind of king?”
“Nah.” I look off, squinting at nothing. “Not the kind you’re thinking, anyway.”
“And what is it I’m thinking?” She shifts closer.
I frown at the hills before us. “Same shit as everyone else.”
Things they’re led to believe at my own hand. Based on the persona I’ve created and created well.
She nods, slipping in front of me, and waits for me to meet her eyes. “And what is that?”
I glare, running my tongue along the backs of my teeth. Everyone thinks it, no reason to keep my mouth shut about it, yeah? So I don’t.
“That I want or need to be the head, in charge or important, all eyes on me front line seen.”
Her lips twitch. “And you don’t?”
I shake my head.
“So, if that’s what me and everyone else assumes, like you said, then what do you mean by you want to be a king, but not the kind we are thinking?”
When I don’t open my mouth, her tone drops.
“What kind of king do you want to be, Royce Brayshaw?”
No.
Nope.
She withdraws, realizing she has no place to ask. That I have no reason to answer, and then she takes another step away and I don’t like it, the distance.
The separation.
So fuck it.
I slide in, closing the gap she put between us and glare down at her.
“You want to know what kind of king I want to be? Fine, I’ll tell you, and then I’ll ruin you if you run around and tell another soul. Got me?”
Swear to God she wants to laugh but fights the shit out of the urge, and nods instead.
I dip down, getting in her face a bit and lay it all out. I give her what others don’t see or understand. What I’ve never admitted to anyone, but know my brothers comprehend. And they should, they’ve already become their kind of king themselves.
“I want to be the guy a girl closes her eyes at night and sees. The one she wakes thinking about ‘cause she wants to fuck me or fuck with me, fight with me. And not because she wants to gain something or prove something, but because I’m all that she can see and she feels blind without me, even if she wishes she didn’t sometimes. I want to be her light and dark and, yeah, sometimes her fucking nightmare. A fucking king in her eyes and she’d be all those things right back, the queen in mine. Of mine.”
My breaths are coming out quicker than expected, and I’m tempted to get her fucked-up so she forgets I said any of that. Tension wraps around my shoulders, and I flex the cords in my neck, waiting for the laugh, the backlash, the fucking foul play to light up her wild, hypnotic eyes.
I get none of that.
This girl... this fucking girl, man.
She smiles, and without a hint of mockery.
It’s pure and true and... fuck me, it’s gorgeous.
She’s gorgeous.
Beautiful.
She tips her head and my pulse kicks up, a softness in her eyes I wasn’t prepared for and I’m not sure I want to see staring back at me. Not a damn thing good can come of her looking at me like this. Like she sees me. Like she understands.
Like she hopes to someday somewhere find the same things?
Like she hopes she has?
I swallow.
The corner of her lips lift, and she does what she knows I need.
She adds a little fun into her tender tone. “That’s almost sweet.”
“Oh she’ll have to be sweet.” I follow her lead. “I’m a candy man.”
Brielle laughs and I step back.
There we go, back in safe waters.
Speaking of water...
“Come on.” I grab her hand and tug her forward.
I turn toward her, my smile wide and devious.
Her head tugs back slowly, warily, and rightfully. “What...?”
“We’re jumpin’.”
Her eyes couldn’t get any wider. “Oh hell no—”
And then she’s screaming, ‘cause she’s in my arms and we’re over the edge.
Brielle
It happens so fast I have no time to argue or prepare, so I latch on to Royce’s neck, bury my face in it and point my toes.
We hit the water with a splash that echoes in my ears beneath the water.
Royce’s arms fall from around me the second we’re submerged, quickly gripping on to one of my hands, and together we pop back up to the surface.