Chapter 47
Easton
ke’s hands clench into fists as he res at me from the end of the hallway, his nostrils ring like a
bull. “Why the hell were your lips all over my girl?” He nods toward the closed door of Harper’s
bedroom.
“Your girl?”
I want tough.
I’ve known the guy since I was a kid, but suddenly he feels almost like a stranger. And someone I want
to knock the fuck out and never set eyes on again.
“That’s right, asshole. My girl.”
“So, you’re telling me, you’ve imed her? You and Harper are dating now?”
“It doesn’t matter what the hell our title is. I like her and I’ve made that clear to you. But obviously, you
have no boundaries when ites to your friends.”
He made it clear to me?
I would hardly call it that.
When I mentioned to him that they seemed to be getting close, he asked if I felt threatened. I then
asked if he was going to pursue her, and he shrugged.
And Harper’s the one who kissed him in the hallway-the visual, once again, making me fucking crazy-
not the other way around.
One thing I do know is I don’t want him to tell Ryan about what he just witnessed.
I’m not ready for him to find out about us.
How the hell can I get myself out of this mess?
Before I even get the chance to respond, Harper’s bedroom door opens and she pops her head out,
peeking into the hallway.
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Her eyes widen when nces from me to ke. “What’s going on out here?” Panic covers her face.
I’m not surprised, not when she knows ke has a hard-on for her, and her pussy is still wet from my
tongue.
I don’t want her to get sucked into this, this is between me and ke.
I lower my voice and say, “Nothing, go back inside-”
“No,” ke interrupts, “why don’t you stay and tell us which mouth you prefer.” He res at me. “Mine
or his.”
Nice try, dickhead, but we’re not going down that road.
“Harper, don’t answer that motherfucker’s question.”
“I’m the motherfucker?” ke snaps. “Because, from what I just saw, that role is all yours.”
“Harper, get back inside,” I order.
She disappears and shuts the door behind her, leaving us alone in the hallway.
“For someone who cares about her, you have a real shitty way of showing it,” I tell him. “Putting her in
the middle, that’s real ssy.”
He crosses his arms over his chest, more anger seeping into his expression. “You’re just afraid she’s
going to choose me.”
Iugh.
And I draw out the sound and movement, making sure he knows how funny he is. “If that’s what you
want to believe, be my guest.”
“It’s not what I believe, it’s fact.”
I’m not going to sit around and waste my time getting nowhere with him, not when I
know he’s not going to say anything to Ryan when I cane back and tell Ryan about their make out
session at school.
“You’re ridiculous,” I bark and rush down the stairs.
“Run away, Easton, like a real fucking pussy.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
I stop in the living room, seeing the guys through the patio door. I can’t return to the backyard and
pretend nothing has happened between ke and me. Ryan will know within a second and every
secret wille tumbling out.
My only option is to get out of here.
I catch ke’s stare onest time, my lips tightening the moment I see his smugness. “Have fun lying
to Ryan, you pathetic piece of shit.”
He chuckles. “I’m the pathetic one?”
I don’t respond and I hear him following me to the door. With my hand on the knob, I turn around. The
hairs of his bun are loosening, and I want to take a pair of scissors and cut the fucking thing off.
I can deny what he saw upstairs and try to smooth things over, or I can confess what he already knows.
I’m going to do something even better.
“It’s on, ke. It’s fucking on.” I smile. “There’s only one man who’s going to win that girl … and it’s
me.”
I flip him off and leave through the front door, climbing into the driver’s seat of my Jeep. I pull out of the
driveaway and shoot Ryan a quick text, letting him know something came up and I had to go.
The message sends and my phone starts ringing, Aisha’s name on the screen. If I don’t answer, she’ll
just keep calling.
| straighten the wheel and hit the gas, holding the phone to my face. “What’s up?”
“Why do you sound so out of breath?”
Because I’m fighting off friends who are after my mystery girl and it’s making me
crazy.
“I’m not. I’m driving.”
“Come over.”
I slow as I approach the red light. “Now?”
“Julia is on her way, and she’s offered to write your history paper.”
I wrack my brain, trying to figure out what she’s talking about. “I have history homework?”
“Seriously, Easton, are you really that dense? You and Julie have history ss together and she told
me you have a paper due tomorrow and, knowing you, you haven’t written it. Looks like I’m right.”
I spent the entire ss fuming, watching ke like every single one of Harper’s pictures on Instagram.
Of course, I missed the teacher giving us an assignment.
There’s no way I’ll get it done by morning, not when the only thing I can think about is how badly I want
to be in Harper’s bed right now, my mouth tasting her wetness again.
“All right, I’lle over,” I reply. “But I can’t stay long.”
“Why, you have somewhere else you need to be?”
There are so many things I can say, and none will lead to anywhere good.
“See you soon,” I respond and hang up.
I ce the phone into the cupholder, and it immediately lights up with a text.
Ryan: I thought we were hanging tonight? What the fuck, man?
Just in case ke makes any kind of reference to Ryan about Harper and me, I have to protect myself.
Luckily, the perfect excuse just fell in myp.
Me: Aisha asked me toe over and I bounced. You know how it is-you’ve got to hit it when you can.
It fucking pains me to send that message.
Thest thing I want is for anyone to think I’m hooking up with Aisha, but that’s certainly better than
telling Ryan I just ate his sister’s pussy and that ke and I are about to go twelve rounds over her.
Ryan: Staying the night at her ce?
Me: Nah, I’ll be hometer. Why?
Ryan: Text me on your way home, I’ve got a story to tell you.
A .. story?
I can’t imagine what this one could be about.
Me: You got it.