Page 107 of Revere

“Wha—” I’m cut off by him throwing me over his shoulder. “Put me down.”

“I warned you.” His fingers toy with the back of my thighs, and I’m aching for this man as much as I hate him.

So I try to push and shove. Anything to break free from this hold he has on me.

“If you want something to wiggle on, you can have my cock.”

“No thanks.” I shove his back, but it’s no use.

Jacob chuckles, unfazed as he opens the car door and sets me on the passenger seat. I’m about to try to pop right out of it when he grabs my chin, forcing me to look up at him towering over me.

“You think you can threaten me with the idea of you sharing another man’s bed, and I’ll just let it go? Mybrother’sbed much less?”

“I didn’t think you’d care.”

“That’s a lie, and you know it.” His tone is icy cold.

I meet his glare with one of my own. “I didn’t even know you had a brother until tonight. Maybe if you learned to communicate better, there wouldn’t be so much confusion.”

“My family is complicated.”

“Yeah, well, so is mine.”

Jacob releases my chin. “Feet in the car.”

Everything in me wants to defy him, but there’s no give in his voice. No leniency in his expression. So, angry as I am, I spin to face the inside of the car, crossing my arms over my chest.

He shuts the door behind me, and I stare at the trees, trying not to look at him. But when he rounds the car, the headlights cast a glow on his outfit, and I realize this is the first time I’ve seen him in anything besides dress slacks and a button-down shirt outside his apartment.

He’s wearing jeans and a hoodie, with his hair a beautiful mess. It’s grating that he can still be so eye-catching, even like this.

Jacob climbs into the car and peels out of the driveway, not saying anything.

“Where are you taking me?”

“To your dorm.”

I hum, staring out the window and refusing to look at him. Trees whip by in the night. Stars peek through the branches. Like the universe has its eyes on me, ready to weigh me for my sins.

Sins I feel coursing through my veins the longer I’m around Jacob.

I might be refusing to look at him, but I feel his attention from the corner of my eye. The heat of his body sharing the car with me. His grip tightens on the steering wheel with each mile. The tension is so thick it’s going to snap.

He’s everywhere.

I press my thighs tight and grip the passenger seat, trying to take shallow breaths so I don’t have to smell his apple spice cologne. The more I breathe him in, the more my body wants him, regardless of what he’s done to my heart.

“Patience—”

“I don’t want to talk.” I cut him off.

He swerves the car to the side of the road, throwing it into park.

“What are you doing?” My fingers grip the edge of my seat. Dust plumes kick up around us as he shuts off the engine.

“Enough of this.”

A laugh bursts out of me. “Really. Enough? I’m not a fucking child.”