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“Fine.” I turn and walk away.

I go to my room just in case he follows me, but he doesn’t. I lock the door and pass through the bathroom to find Evan sitting cross-legged on her bed, plucking at the comforter.

“Quick thinking.” I sit on the edge of the bed next to her.

She smiles. “Improv. It comes in handy every now and then.”

We both stare at the door like someone’s going to knock it down and split us up. Does she worry about that? That if we come out, our parents will try to force us apart?

They can try, but nothing will keep me from Evan. Especially not Jackson Riordan.

When I grabbed her, she jerked at the party.

“How bad was it when I grabbed you?” I watch her face. She’s good at lying, but she’s got tells. Her eyes try to slip from mine before she makes them focus when she wants to lie to me.

She sighs. “It only took me a moment to realize it was you.” She lifts her gaze to mine. “Honestly, I didn’t have any issues until I got those texts. Seeing him was messed up, but it was easy enough to put that down to chance.”

Except it wasn’t. I put my hand on her leg, and she puts her hand over mine. But I don’t say anything, hoping she’ll give me more. More of herself.

“I figured it was years ago and he’d moved on. I definitely didn’t encourage him.” She breathes out. “He grabbed me and kissed me before I could even register what was happening. But I felt trapped and frozen, unable to get myself out of that situation. I thought I’d gotten past it.” She shakes her head.

I turn my hand over and tug her hand toward me. Without hesitation, she crawls to my lap, straddling me. I release her ponytail from the holder, and her blond hair falls around her shoulders. Soft and beautiful, just like Evan. I comb my fingers through it.

She leans into my touch like she always does. It settles the burning inside me. When Chase grabbed her, I didn’t think. I would have beat him worse than last weekend. But Hawk got in his face. Cam broke them up, pushing Evan back toward me. So I took her.

The others know. I met Cam’s eyes before I ushered her out. There were too many people trying to see the potential fight for all of us to disappear at once. The others will be along.

“Should we go somewhere else?” She runs her thumbs along my jaw, her hands around my neck. She glances at her door. “Our parents are here.”

“They aren’t going to interrupt us, little devil.” I turn her chin back my way. “But if you want, I can ask Hawk if his parents are home. We can go there.”

Her cheeks flush as she meets my eyes. “I don’t want to worry about them coming to talk to us or have to be quiet.”

I smirk. “We wouldn’t want that.”

Chapter 27

Hawk

The ride home doesn’t cool me off. Fucking Chase Chadwick. If Cam hadn’t stepped in the way, I would have kicked his ass for daring to touch Annie and not respecting her when she said to let go. It wasn’t at school, so I wouldn’t have gotten in trouble, but with the play, it could have fucked things up.

Knowing Annie is in my bedroom waiting for me helps with the anger. Because in the end I get to win the girl. She’s mine, not Chase’s, and we’re the only ones she’s going to kiss.

Cam pulls in behind me, and we head into the house. The hallways are dark on the way up to my room. I open my bedroom door.

When I stop in the doorway, Cam comes up beside me. Annie and Damon are topless, kissing. Obviously warming up. She straddles him on the edge of my bed. They’re so into it, they didn’t even hear us come in. Fuck.

Her hands tangle in his hair as she arches her neck for him to kiss down it. His hands cup her ass, holding her tight against him. She lets out this little whimper that always drives me fucking wild.

My cock grows harder. I need her now. To fuck her cunt open for us. To flood her with my cum. To claim her as mine.

I take off my shirt and strip out of my pants and boxers on the way to my bed. I pull Annie’s head back by her hair and catch her surprised gasp in my mouth. When her tongue slides against mine, something inside me settles. This is my prize. Fuck that asshole for thinking she could ever be his.

I lift her from Damon, setting her on her feet. His chuckle is dark. Her breast is wet against my chest from Damon sucking on it. As I strip her jeans and wet panties off, she grabs my cock, stroking it. Her face is flushed with desire. Her lips swollen.

Fuck, I need her. When I lift her, she wraps her legs around my waist. Holding her in the middle of my bedroom, I slide my cock against her clit before notching it at her entrance. Pressing my forehead to hers, I wait until her eyes open and meet mine. She whimpers, and I thrust deep inside. So fucking tight.

When she gasps against my mouth, I smile.