you don’t give a shit about me or my family. This is all because you saw me as prey and you know you need me to find the treasure because you were never going to find it by your damn selves.”
“Technically, I am your family. I’m your stepbrother, remember?” His eyes flash greedily, raking me over. He grins as my body heats all over. “You still can’t keep your needy eyes off me, watching me with every move I make. Practically eye fucking me from moment one. And now, you decide to grow a spine because you’re jealous over some made-up Barbie doll.”
I suck in a breath. His words are so wrong. That’s not what’s happening at all. “If you weren’t watching me, how would you know I was watching you?”
“I’m not the one lying to myself. You bet I was watching you.” He drags his gaze down my body. Heat creeps up my neck until my face is flaming. His mouth parts as he takes me in. He trails his fingers just below the hem of my crop top. “Why in the hell would you hide this all these years?”
My muscles jump underneath his touch. It’s been so long since I’ve gotten laid, and the few times I had sex weren’t anything special. A quick lay in a tent with a boy on vacation. As a way of getting money, my dad used to take families up into the mountains on “treasure hunting tours”. The kid was my age, and I was curious. No one in Clary ever looked at me, but he did. We kept in touch for a little while, but it was obvious what we wanted from each other, a casual exploring of our bodies.
Stone Jacobs though? There’s nothing casual about him. I can already tell there would be no fumbling our realigning or soft apologies in the dark. It would be so much more than that.
But also so, so wrong.
I stick my chin in the air. “I’ve never hid from you.”
He grabs my hips. “Your dad kept you locked away like I was the big, bad wolf.”
I breathe out. “Aren’t you?”
We are enemies, anyway. When two people want the same thing that only one person can have, that makes them competition. When the competition goes deeper than sport, that makes them at odds. It becomes personal. Feelings get involved, and despite the fact that I’m going to be working with him, I don’t have to like it.
“Why do I have a feeling you’d like me that way?” Stone purrs. He grabs me under my thighs, hoists me up, and presses me against the rock, leaning between my legs.
I let out a cry as soon as he nestles against me, his cock erect under his pants and rubbing against my core.
Fuck, fuck. I close my eyes, trying not to focus on the needy pulse between my legs. This can’t happen. Not with any of the three of them but definitely not with Stone Jacobs. My ancestors would turn over in their graves, and that’s not to mention that we’re actually related. Technically.
Stone doesn’t seem to care right now though. His hips move ever so slightly. “I know that feels good, Dakota. Don’t hide it from me.” After a moment, he stops. “I have a stipulation to our agreement.”
I arch my hips, letting myself revel in the growing need pumping through me. It’s hard to even think straight while he’s pressed up against me. My mind is telling me to get the fuck out of there as quick as I can, but my body is singing a much different tune. Technicalities be damned. Stone fucking me against this boulder sounds like the best way to scratch this itch.
He hums a low growl in the back of his throat. “Open your eyes, Dakota.”
I shake my head. As soon as I see his penetrating gaze, I won’t trust myself.
He leans forward, his breath teasing my ear. “Look at me.”
His command curls my toes until I blink my eyes open.
He gives me a nod of encouragement, yanking me toward him again until my panties are on fire. “You said you were ours,” he starts, echoing Lucas’s words from earlier. “Then, you’re ours. No one touches this body while we’re partners. Understand?” He pulls away to stare those captivating eyes right into my soul.
I don’t even know what to say. Part of me wants to tell him to go fuck himself. How dare he? But the other part of me is