Make My Move (Hannaford Prep #5) - J. Bree Page 0,64
wearing one of those ugly old man sweaters again, and I make a note to start leaving my shit here again so she has better options.
Not that I really think she’d wear my shit but a guy can hope.
Avery starts dishing out dinner to us all, only Lips refuses a plate and goes straight for a tub of ice cream, no bowl just a spoon. That’s not a good sign from any girl.
“You gonna share with the class whose fault it is you’re pissy or just attempt a diabetic coma?”
She shoves a spoonful of ice cream in her mouth and flips me off. Ash snorts at her and she glares back at him, talking with her mouth full which should not be so fucking endearing. “Thanks for skipping, by the way. I had to deal with the little creep by myself.”
Ash smirks at her but I can see the relief clear as fucking day. “I didn’t realize you needed backup, I thought your knife was enough.”
She doesn’t take that well and if I wasn’t keenly aware of just how fucking inexperienced she is, I’d say she was getting back at him with all of the tongue action on the spoon. Morrison has to adjust himself, fucking squirming in his seat, and that sends me over the edge. “Stop tongue fucking the spoon. Some of us are going through a dry spell.”
She flicks a cherry at me and keeps going.
I might die of blood loss if I keep watching her, everything rushing to my dick at the sight.
Avery gets sick of all of us panting after her bestie so she tucks her arm into Lips’ and says sweetly, “Lance offered his services to end the bet. When Lips declined his offer he took it upon himself to try and persuade her. Alas, the great and complex mind of Eclipse unknown-middle-name Anderson remains an unsolvable puzzle to mere mortal men.”
I’ll kill the Mounty fuck.
Blaise takes another swig of the beer, trying and failing to cover his moan at what Lips is doing to him right now, completely unaware. “What a dick. Maybe you should just fuck someone and get it over with. Might lighten your mood.”
Right.
I’m killing Morrison too.
But the second I open my mouth to tear him a new asshole, Lips shoots me a savage look, clearly not wanting details of her private life aired out for us all to see.
Fine.
New tactic.
I grit my teeth for a second before saying, “We decided Lips is in, right? Avery and I vouched for her, Blaise has come around, and Ash may still be a stubborn dick but we all know she’s in. So, are we going to accept some dickhead chasing her tail, begging for sex, or are we going to remind the sheep of where they belong?”
Lips looks like she’s going to cry over me being decent to her and even Ash can’t fucking handle that shit, jumping in with, “We’ve gone from three people on the planner to pure fucking bedlam. Joey, Harlow, Annabelle, Lance, dozens of little bitches from the stupid fucking website. We need to get on the same page and decide what our priorities are. Is Lance going to be an issue?”
Lips clears her throat. “No. I’m pissed but I’m not in any real danger.”
Blaise opens yet another beer and points the bottle at her with a slow, dirty smirk. “I’ll beat the disrespectful little fuck for you.”
I scoff at him. “Only if you get to him first.”
Avery laughs and leans in to whisper something to Lips that I don’t catch but it has her blushing and scrubbing a hand over her face. It’s fucking cute and I want to know what set her off so fucking bad.
“Joey?” Blaise asks, and when Ash opens his mouth, Lips cuts him off sharply, “I’m on it. Next?”
Fuck, I need details about that.
“Harlow?”
Avery hums softly and says, “She’ll dig her own grave eventually. Same goes with Devon. The real problem is Annabelle.”
All eyes are on Blaise as he fidgets with the bottle cap from his beer because he’s the weak link here. He’s the one who always caves and feels bad about her because deep down his damage has broken him that way.
The rest of us have damage that means she could die and we wouldn’t flinch.
Lips clear her throat and then speaks carefully, “Do we need her to disappear? I…can make that happen.”
Fuck.
That’s a good option, but I wasn’t expecting her to just come out and say it.