Elite (Eagle Elite) - By Rachel Van Dyken Page 0,81

ten minutes as Nixon erased every single place that Phoenix had corrupted.

“And here.” I pointed to my mouth.

Nixon smiled, and then devoured — not kissed — my lips. His mouth covered mine completely as his tongue slipped in and pushed against mine.

My hands reached around his neck as I pulled him firmer against me. After a bit of hesitation he slowly moved on top of me, careful to keep his weight from crushing me. His hands dove into my hair as he deepened the kiss. I bit down on his lip and sucked his lip ring.

A growl escaped his mouth as his hands gripped my face. My body still didn’t feel close enough to his, so I arched up to meet him but was pushed gently back against the bed.

“You’re killing me, Trace.” Nixon groaned against my neck. With another groan he pulled back. “And I’m probably going to hate myself later tonight for saying this, but after everything…” He shook his head. “I can’t… I can’t—” I licked my lips and leaned forward.

“Ah, hell.” Nixon’s mouth was on mine in an instant. Eager and hot, his kiss met mine. He pushed, I pulled, he tugged, and I gripped. My body melted into his. I wanted to rip my clothes off, to lose myself in him in order to forget the nightmare of what had just happened to me.

My hands moved to his shirt.

A loud throat cleared.

Nixon jerked away from me and snapped. “This better be good, Chase, or I’m going to strangle you.”

Chase’s eyes met mine and for a second I felt guilty. I looked at the position I was in, underneath Nixon’s body, out of breath and flushed with excitement.

All after Chase had said he loved me and covered me up with his jacket. I licked my lips and noticed Chase’s blue eyes narrow. He blinked a few times in my direction and gripped the doorframe with his hand. His knuckles turned a few shades whiter before his eyes left mine and fell on Nixon.

“I just thought you should know that Mr. Alfero has everything set up and ready. Seems he was a bit over zealous about getting some of the men together. I didn’t think you would want Phoenix to die without letting Trace have a crack.”

“A crack?” I repeated.

“At Phoenix.” Chase’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “You do want to slap him, don’t you? Because if you don’t, I sure as hell will. Shit. I’ll break both his legs for you.”

I knew he meant it. I also knew that if I let him and everyone else unleash on Phoenix I’d have a murder on my conscience. Is that how they dealt with everything in the mafia?

“How are you?” Chase walked into the room. Nixon held up his hand for him to stop.

“She’s fine,” Nixon answered for me. His teeth clenched as he narrowed his gaze on Chase.

“She can answer for herself,” Chase argued. “Trace, I—”

Nixon leapt off the bed. “I said she’s fine. You aren’t needed anymore. Alright? Text me the address and we’ll be there in a few. I’ve gotta get her some clothes to put on.”

Chase’s nostrils flared. “Maybe you should have been thinking about that before you started taking her clothes off.”

Nixon lunged for Chase’s body. I scrambled off the bed to intervene and nearly tripped over my feet in the process. “Guys, stop!”

Were they insane? There was way too much testosterone flowing through that room and I’d have enough fighting for the day. My voice cracked when I yelled again, gaining both of their attention.

Chase reached for me first, but it was Nixon who tucked me into the crook of his arm and kissed my head. “Sorry, Trace. I’m just… shit, I’m just a little messed up after seeing everything go down today.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat and locked eyes with Chase. His eyes burned through mine briefly before he shook his head and walked away.

My heart clenched and shattered into a million pieces. Everything hurt all over again. What was wrong with me? I truly loved Nixon, but Chase… well, Chase had been my best friend for the past few weeks when Nixon was off fighting Phoenix and the evil of his family.

I was tired and stressed. That was it. It wasn’t anything more. I tucked the feelings I had for Chase in the back of my mind while I hugged Nixon back.

“Now what?” I asked.

“Now…” He sighed. “You decide if he lives or dies. Just know, my vote