Page 23 of Vicious Little Snakes

Grey stops, breathing hard, looking over at the water and back to us. “Time out? What are you six? Cherry won’t save you. I’ll throw her in too.”

She kicks her feet out in front of her. “Don’t you dare, Grey McCallister. He stole your car. Not me.”

My eyes grow wide with amusement.

“Traitor, I should’ve known you’d tell on me,” I laugh. “For your information, I put gas in it and returned it back in perfect condition.”

Grey crosses his arms and looks at Donovan. “So the plot thickens…you knew he stole my car? And didn’t tell me?”

She squeals in my arms, covering her face. My shoulders shake, as do Grey’s because she’s caught in the act. Donovan must’ve texted me a hundred times once I didn’t show up at lunch, so I’d told her I needed some time to clear my head, and then I sent her a selfie of me in Grey’s car.

Kai’s caught up and comes to stand next to Grey. “Well, it seems your Cherry has decided to turn on both her boys today.” He wags his finger at her. “Donovan, you’ve been a naughty girl.”

She sticks her tongue out at Kai, and I heave her up, adjusting her, making her giggle again.

“Question is—what do we do with the turncoat?” I tease, feeling a pinch on my arm. “Ow. First, you withhold evidence and now assault. We should call the cops.”

Grey closes the distance, and she puts her hands over her eyes, trying to wiggle out of my arms. He stands over her and removes them from hiding herself, shaking his head. Kai smirks at me because we both know Grey is about to fuck with her.

“There’s really only one thing we can do,” Grey offers in a severe tone.

“What does that mean?” she whispers as I set her on the ground, caged in between us.

Her face shifts between Grey and me, landing on mine.

“What happened to ride or die?”

I give her a wink before—“I ride, you die. You’re a good swimmer, right?”

“Liam—”

Grey grabs her waist, but she breaks free, running, and he chases. Kai and I laugh, watching as she screams and Grey follows, much slower. He’s not going to actually throw her in, but it’s funny to watch her freak out.

“Hey”—Kai smacks my arm—“I heard you made a big impression on some freshman meat today.”

“How the hell do you know about that?” I laugh.

He gives me a look. “How do you think?”

I don’t want to think about it.

“It was nothing. Just some fun. I don’t even remember her name.”

Kai looks over my shoulder, and my gaze follows, locking on Caroline standing with a few of her lackeys.

“Speak of my little devil,” he says. “I’ll see ya tomorrow, dude. Oh, and bring your no-name freshman on Sunday.”

We slap a hand, bumping shoulders as I smile. “Never happening. But when were you going to tell me it’s all the way in Brooklyn?”

I’d figured that tidbit out when I googled the venue, wasting time this afternoon.

“Live a little, Brooks. Chicks over the bridge give good head”—he shrugs—“at least the ones that Caroline shares do.”

I chuckle. But it’s not funny. I hate that Kai shares her. If I can’t have her, he should monopolize her time and body.

Kai walks away, and despite my better judgment, I watch them. He comes to stand in front of the concrete ledge she’s standing by, hands gripping her waist, lowering her down for a kiss.

It never gets easier seeinganyonewith her, but when that anyone is Kai, it makes me feel like a shit friend because I all but shoved her into his arms. I start off back to the dock to grab my bag, passing Grey and Donovan, who are almost dry humping, hiding over by the bank.