Page 120 of Boys of Brayshaw High (Brayshaw High 1)

She swallows and swings her glare back to me. “I don’t need you.”

“Prove it.”

A chuckle makes its way up her throat and she stands taller. Her smirk slowly morphs into a warning, and before I can issue one of my own, she slips right, gripping my boy Mac by his neck.

My brows snap together when I realize what she’s about to do.

I dart toward her, but he’s already spun around, and her mouth hits his.

His hands are instantly sinking into her hair as he tries to swallow her fucking whole.

But I’m right there, yanking him back in the same second.

He rips his shoulder from my hold and spins to see who’s grabbing on him, but when he sees it’s me his hands lift, but so does mine. He catches one to the fucking jaw.

The music cuts off and complete silence takes over. That is, until my pain in the ass opens her pretty little mouth.

“Maddoc! What the hell!” she shrieks, looking from Mac to me.

“I said you’re mine!” I shout and her mouth clamps shut.

She fights to keep herself in check, but she’s ready to tear into me. She doesn’t like being the center of attention.

Too fucking bad.

I spin, holding my arms out wide. “Everybody hear that?” I look around the room. “Raven Fucking Carver belongs to me. Touch her and I’ll break your jaw.” I cut my eyes to Mac, he’s my boy ... but she’s my girl. “Let her get close enough to touch you? I break your nose. Either way, you lose and she’s still mine.”

I turn to Raven, who is practically shaking in anger, and I dare her ass to say a word before leaving the room.

She’ll follow.This motherfucker.

He takes off like I won’t fucking follow.

He cuts left and heads down the hall and I’m not far behind.

“Un-oh, RaeRae’s maaad,” Royce teases.

“Someone’s getting a spanking,” Cap joins in on the fun.

“Bets on which one?” Both bastards laugh so I stop where they are, snag their drinks from their hands and pour them over their heads, quickly tossing the cups at their faces.

They both growl as I keep walking down the hall, but I hear the assholes laugh after.

I find him in the last room on the left with his palms against the wall, back to me. I slip inside and turn to shut the door, but Royce’s body blocks me.

He grins like a fool, looking from me to Maddoc.

“Go away,” I tell him.

“But this’ll be fun.”

When I glare he sighs and spins, walking away. “Buzz kill.”

Such a child.

The second I’ve got the door locked, I’m shoved against it, Maddoc at my back.

He grinds his hard-on against me punishingly. “Your lips,” he whispers into my neck. “Your hands, maybe not even your eyes, should touch another man’s skin.” He bites at my collarbone and my head falls back, hitting his shoulder. “You ... are with me. Period.”

“You’ve got problems,” I pant, and he shifts his hips, making my thighs squeeze together.

“I’m aware. Changes nothing,” he growls angrily, but his warm breath fanning across my neck is featherlight and his hands slide from my hips to frame the curve of my thighs until he’s got his long fingers wrapped around my panty line over my jeans. “Do I need to remind you why you wanna be mine, Snow? ‘Cause I can, all night if you can hang.”

A moan leaves me and I turn my head, trying to catch his lips, but he moves them to my shoulder.

“This won’t play out how you want,” I warn him. “If you want anything other than now.”

“Why is that?”

“I told you. I’m a fuck up.”

His hand lowers, officially cupping my pussy so he can push my ass into him more and my skin starts burning for his.

“So am I.”

“I don’t trust.”

“Me either.” His other hand comes up to flip open my button on my jeans and my feet widen, begging his fingers to slip inside.

“You’re not hearing me,” I pant, so fucking ready to feel him. “I know I can be fun to play with, but don’t dig deeper. You won’t find anything there to hold on to. Fuck me today, sure, but don’t fall, ‘cause it’ll likely be me fucking you tomorrow.”

“So today, say it and mean it. And I’ll worry about the tomorrow bit.”

“I’m- mmm,” a moan shoots up my throat when his free hand grips my breast, and my palms slap against the door. “I’m not joking.”

He grips my chin, pulling my face to his. His eyes are clear, his features tight. “Me either. Say it, Raven. You belong to me. Not Brayshaw, not the three of us.” His dark eyes bounce between mine and I’d swear there’s uncertainty in his stare, but it’s hidden behind determination. “Only me.”

His hold loosens as I push and he lets me spin into him.