Page 56 of Ethan's Sky

“I’m going up to the dock. I won’t leave the premises; you have my word. You can even send one of the prospects up there with me so long as they leave me the hell alone. But I’m not staying here right now.”

“You’re supposed to be where we can see you.” Eli says, narrowing his eyes on her. With her damn sunglasses on I can’t tell if she’s glaring back or just not giving a shit.

“Send a prospect to babysit. But don’t ask me to stay in the clubhouse, Eli. You know how I feel about it.”

They share some kind of silent understanding, then Eli nods and Cash hollers for Blake to follow Sky out to the docks. She looks back over her shoulder, no doubt she’s glaring at me. It lasts seconds, then she’s out the door and doesn’t look back, and I find myself wishing she would have.

I’ll break down those walls, Sweetheart. Give it time.

Where did that thought come from? I don’t want to break down her walls. I need to erect walls and keep her ass as far away from me as possible.

The hell is wrong with me?

I need to get laid. That must be it.

“Daaaaammnn.” Hawk drawls softly from beside me. “You two want to go to your room and get this shit sorted? I’m sure I could convince Pres to hold off church for ten minutes while you fuck your frustrations out with a quickie.”

His words break me out of her trance.

“What are you talking about?”

“The way you two were staring at each other looked like there was some pretty heavy eye-fucking happening between you and Sky. That is until she bolted out of here like her panties were on fire to get away from you.” He laughs.

“Fuck you.” I grumble. “The fuck’s wrong with you?”

“Just pointing out the obvious sexual tension y’all got going on between you.”

“It’s not like that.”It is exactly like that.To prove the point further, my cock twitches behind my zipper. The tension in the room in palpable.

I don’t want to fuck her.

You do.

She’s, my past. The enemy.

You still want to fuck her three ways from Sunday.

Damnit!

“Church!” Gabe bellows from the sanctuary door breaking whatever trance Skyler had me under. I walk into the sanctuary and take my place at the table. The doors close behind me but everyone’s still shooting the shit.

I give Hawk a chin lift. “What’s going on?”

“We’re waiting on Mack. He’s on the phone in Gabe’s office.”

“I didn’t know he was back.” My answer is a shrug of Hawk’s shoulders.

My thoughts fall back to Skyler and our little exchange out there.

Something’s off about her. She seemed different from the last time I saw her. Lately whenever we cross paths, she’s all fire and smartass remarks. Not putting up with anyone’s shit, especially mine. Though she stood there shooting daggers at me with her eyes, the fire that usually shines back at me was more of a light flicker. She seemed sad.

Her father died you idiot.

It was more than that.

As her eyes met mine, it felt different. Even behind the glasses, I knew she was staring at me. Usually it’s her anger I feel, but not today. And I know she’s angry with me after the way I acted at the party after George’s funeral. I saw the way she looked at me when I was dancing with Candi. Skyler was jealous. Hurt.

Is that what that was?

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