Make My Move (Hannaford Prep #5) - J. Bree Page 0,62
answers me.
“When are you going to stop being a pussy and actually make a move on Lips? Where have your balls gone, man? Because if you don’t then I’m going to.”
Nope.
I swing around to level my own pissy fucking look his way. “It’s not that fucking simple.”
Morrison laughs at me. Fucking tips his head back and just roars with the kind of laughter I know is all scathing wit. “What’s not simple about walking over there and shooting your fucking shot? Either she wants you back or not. Maybe you should fuck her out of your system and then leave her for the rest of us who want a taste.”
Nope.
Not a fucking chance.
I’m at his bed with a fistful of his sweatshirt before any of us have the chance to blink. Ash curses under his breath and stalks over to pull us apart as I drag Morrison up to his knees on the bed.
“Don’t you ever fucking talk about her like that. She’s not some piece of ass and I’ll fucking take you out if you keep that shit up.”
I’m expecting him to let it go but his eyes narrow my way. “You don’t date. You’ve shut down every girl who’s ever wanted more than a quick fuck; how am I supposed to know you want more than just the chase here?”
My jaw cracks as I grind my answer out through my teeth. “She’s different. Why are we going over this again, I’ve already fucking told you to stay away from her.”
He huffs and jerks himself out of my grip. “Yeah, and then you didn’t do a fucking thing about it. You’re holding up the fucking line.”
Nope.
Don’t like that either.
Except this time Ash is close enough to grab me and even the extra muscle mass I have on him doesn’t stop him from jerking me back from killing Morrison.
He grunts and snaps, “Just fucking do something about it or get over her. Is she really worth all of this?”
Morrison slides off of his bed and snarls, “I’ve given you time to do something! Fuck, how long does it really take to ask her out? Or have you already been rejected and you’re guarding her ass like the crown fucking jewels? Pathetic, man.”
Killing them both seems like the only option right now, but then Ash’s phone starts fucking ringing and with one last glare he lets me go to answer it.
It only rings for Avery, and he never misses her calls thanks to last year.
“I’m a little busy right now, Floss… sure, we can come over… I can get dinner tonight… order in, we’ll grab it on our way… do you need anything else… don’t go anywhere without me.”
I stare Morrison down as he starts to pull on his training gear. Getting into the ring with him now is too fucking dangerous, not something either of us should be doing with the headspace we’re in, but I’m feeling reckless.
When Ash hangs up, I think fuck it and just lay it out there. “Someone is threatening Lips. She won’t tell me shit about it, and neither will Avery, but something is going on with her. I’ve taken out half the fucking senior class trying to find out what’s going on but they’re all keeping their shit locked down tight.”
And if I wasn’t already so sure that they’re both panting after her, I sure-as-fuck am now.
Both of them look at me like I’ve been holding out information from them that is life changing.
“Who the fuck is threatening her and why the hell didn’t you tell us?” Morrison snarls, his shirt half on as he stalks back over like maybe he’s about to take swing at me.
I roll my eyes at him. “You really want to go there? I didn’t tell either of you because neither of you gives a shit about her, right? She’s just some girl from Mounts Bay that you like messing with. I’ll fucking fix it.”
Ash doesn’t say a word, he just picks up his workout bag and walks out. Morrison stares at him and then turns back to me.
“Don’t fucking keep that shit from me. I don’t give a fuck how he feels about her; if someone is messing with her then you come to me.”
Fuck.
The backup would be good but clearly he’s not going to let his infatuation with her go easily.
Fuck.
Ash doesn’t go down to the gym.
Morrison and I spend half the day beating the shit out of each other in the ring, clearing up some of