Make My Move (Hannaford Prep #5) - J. Bree Page 0,52
class and only leaving her if Blaise or Harley are with her at all times.
By Friday, Avery is sick of sharing her bed with me and kicks me onto the couch. It’s comfortable enough except that the Mounty gets up at fucking stupid times and even though I managed to sleep through Harley’s insomnia, there’s something about her that has me on high alert and the second she sits up in bed I’m awake.
Frustrated and fucking savage about it.
There’s something about today that’s different than all of the other mornings though because instead of tiptoeing around meekly like a fucking tease she slams a drawer shut and stomps over to the bathroom like she’s trying to wake the goddamn dead.
I cuss her out more viciously than I have in months, mostly because living together like this has fucking broken my will to live and if I have to live with that then so can she.
She snaps back at me, “Sleep on your own fucking couch then!” and slams the bathroom door behind her.
My eyes finally peel open and when I drag myself up onto my arms I find Avery staring me down from her mountain of pillows and linens.
“Do you have to be such an asshole to her? She hasn’t said a single word about you being here all week and the one time she’s in a mood you tear into her. For Christ’s sake, Ash… she’s not a bad person.”
Maybe not but she’s the worst type of person. The type that could ruin everything I hold dear in my life. “I am an asshole, Floss, to everyone but you.”
She stares me down for a second and then sighs, sliding out of her bed and pulling one of her dressing gowns on over her pajamas as she heads into the kitchen. She flicks the coffee machine on and starts to mess around with the cupboards and fridge.
The way that she’s not bitching me out is fucking evil because it makes me feel like the scum of the Earth, something that doesn’t normally bother me but today seems to be the exception for every-fucking-thing.
So I get up and pack away the pillow and blanket I was using, folding them neatly, then I join her in the kitchen to pour us both cups.
“Someone is taking her underwear. That’s why she got angry when she got up, she’s once again running out because some idiot is stealing from her to mess with her.”
Fuck.
I don’t like that.
Not at all.
I keep my face neutral but there is no-one on the planet who can read me quite like my twin can. Her eyebrow goes up and I hand her a cup of coffee with a stern, “Don’t even think it, Floss. Just because I fucking hate sexual predators doesn’t mean shit about her.”
She smirks and takes a sip, crooning over the rim at me, “Sure it doesn’t. Do me a favor and kill whoever it is when we find them? Not because you’re just as smitten as the other two are, just for me.”
Smitten.
I’ve never felt the urge to strangle my sister before but I imagine it feels a little like this.
The smirk on her face only gets wider as the bathroom door opens and the Mounty walks out and stops me from snarling something I would probably regret to my beloved sister.
I stalk to the bathroom, barely acknowledging her murmured, ‘sorry’ because I’m too fucking… raw this morning. I don’t want her seeing anything on my face that should be there in the first place.
I hear Avery murmur to her in her most gentle tone, “I’ll have some more delivered today and we can go see the ladies in the laundry to find out where they’re disappearing from.”
I close the door of the bathroom behind me and instantly get hard at the smell of her fucking soap which is utterly pathetic. Kind of gross too, considering Avery buys it for her and uses it sometimes, so I’m stuck staring down at my dick not knowing if it’s fucked up to want to jerk off right now.
Avery would kill me if she knew.
But then my mind supplies me with all sorts of images, of the Mounty in here covered in that soap just minutes ago, and my dick fucking throbs. Fuck, every night she wears yoga pants until she goes to bed and the soft fabric clings onto her ass until she might as well be naked.