Page 46 of Brutal Little Secrets

“So I wasn’t aware you two finally moved in together.” Jessica smiles at the server as they set a salad in front of her but then turns back to wait for Heather to answer.

Heather’s cheeks flush with color as she glances at my dad. “Our rental house was sold, and with nowhere else to go, Adam was kind enough to let us move in with him.”

Jessica nods, but there’s a knowing gleam in her eyes.

“How’s the team this year, Damon?” Tom asks, drawing me into a conversation as the women continue to discuss Heather moving in.

I’ve had enough dinners with Tom to know he doesn’t want details or stats like some guys. He’s not a fan. He’s just making conversation.

“We have some new members on varsity who should help make this season a good one.” I pick at my salad, keeping my hands above the table. I don’t need Chase to realize I’m all over his girl. Not yet.

The fear of it is going to be there. That I’ll seduce her away from him. His little director. But he still sees Evan as the scared little theater nerd and not the sex kitten she is for me. She’s been faithful to him. Mostly. Until we let her know what he was up to and she was done with him.

We both want revenge for what he’s done.

I’m done giving her pussy a break. Tonight, I’m fucking what’s mine.

“Having any issues from the accident?” Tom asks. Doesn’t he know his son was the reason for my accident or is he covering up for Chase?

“My leg has been healing with the right PT.” I rub my jaw where the road rash is still healing. “Might have a few new scars, but I’m not planning on modeling, so…”

Jessica grins and leans her elbows on the table, putting her chin on her folded hands. Her eyes rake over me. “You could be, you know? A model.”

I give her a half-smile. “You think?”

She puts her hand on Chase’s jaw. “You both could be. I know hockey is your calling. Beth always talked about your talent, but you could go another way.” Her eyes sparkle when she looks at me. “Even with a scar. It makes you more interesting.”

Fuck, I think Chase’s mom wants to fuck me. That was a route I wouldn’t have taken even if it had been offered prior to Evan. Maybe I do have a few limits. Besides, Evan is ours. I wouldn’t ruin that for a quick lay.

“I keep telling Evan to keep her options open.” Heather leans back in her chair, looking over her daughter like she’s a commodity. “She’s so set on directing, but she’s a talented actress. And so pretty.”

Heather brushes Evan’s hair behind her ear, and Evan blushes.

“She can go far in whatever she chooses to do.” Chase smiles at Evan like he’s halfway in love with her. It’s such fucking bullshit, but both Jessica and Heather buy into it. Their eyes soften.

Evan takes a bite of her salad to avoid saying anything. I want to crawl into her thoughts and know what she’s thinking. It’s easy to watch her, but I want to see inside her mind. I still play back the footage of her day or catch the live show while I’m doing cardio or lifting.

There’s something soothing about her going through her day-to-day, knowing she’s waiting for me to come and pluck her up. I’ve watched her when I come into her room. She tenses in anticipation, waiting for me to touch her.

The disappointment of her shoulders falling when I don’t. The way she gives in when I do.

I took it too far the morning she rode me. She flinched when she sat in class. Though it gave me a rush knowing I was the reason she was sore. The guys and I talked about it and decided to give her a break until tonight.

They’re coming over after dinner. We’ll make sure she comes multiple times. And see how she likes fucking with something in all her holes.

Chase narrows his eyes on me like he knows what I’m thinking. I meet his gaze with a smirk. I have the taste of Evan memorized. The feel of her skin beneath my fingertips. The places that make her gasp. The ones that make her squirm. The tightness of her cunt when she comes on my cock, milking me.The way she snuggles into me in her sleep and fits perfectly in my arms.

Chase doesn’t have any of that because she’s mine. Every. Fucking. Inch.

“Damon?” Dad says.

I turn to meet his gaze. “Yeah?”

“Tom was talking about colleges.” My dad smiles like I should just jump into the conversation that buzzed around me while I was thinking about Evan.

“Okay.”

Tom chuckles. “The boy is probably dreaming of hockey. Evan plans to go big. Somewhere like New York. Chase is bound to find something for film or go straight to Hollywood. Last time we talked, Damon, you were talking about some school in Boston.”