Page 116 of Endgame

After the game tonight, I hadn’t wanted Britt or anyone else. I wantedSix, and not just to touch her either, but to be around her. In hercompany.

She looked fucking beautiful tonight in a pair of denim cut offs, a fitted pink tank top, and her signature Converse. Her long, black hair was pulled back from her face in a high ponytail that still swished at the middle of her back. Unable to stop myself, I strode up to where she was and pulled her back before spinning her to face me. Ignoring the small yelp of surprise that came out of her mouth, I cupped her face between my hands and crashed my lips down on hers.

The second I kissed her, she went completely pliant in my arms. She moaned into my mouth and that small sound made my dick strain in my jeans.

“Rourke!” Six finally gasped, breaking the kiss. Her eyes were wide, lips swollen, cheeks pink, and it was taking everything in me to stand here and not drag her lips back to mine. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Iwaskissing you,” I replied dryly. I wanted her and now that I was done denying it, I didn’t want a waste a second with her. “And thoroughly enjoying myself before you pushed me away.”Again.

“Yeah, but…” Six looked around nervously, before locking eyes with me once more. “What if someone sees us?”

“So, what if they do?” I shot back with a frown. I didn’t get where she was coming from. “We’ve got nothing to hide.”

“But aren’t you worried?”

“Why would I beworried?”

Her cheeks turned bright pink. “If people see us together, Rourke, they’re going to talk. And that talk might get back to our parents.” She blew out a breath. “They’re back next week, remember?”

I bit back the snarky comment on the tip of my tongue.

I didn’t care what our parents thought.

I only cared about the fantastic fucking way this girl made me feel and how I wasn’t about to give it up for anyone.

“Screw them,” I told her. I probably should have used more tact, but it wasn’t something I was known for. I went for what I wanted, and I wanted her.

To hell with everyone and their opinions. I wasn’t breaking any damn law here. We weren’t related and, as far as I could tell, Six wanted me just as much as I wanted her.

“I want this, Six,” I said, cupping her face in my hands again. My voice was thick and husky as I added, “I want you.”

Mercedes

“I WANT THIS, SIX,” Rourke said in a husky tone as he held my face between his large hands. “I wantyou.”

Oh god.

Breathe, Mercy.

In and out…

“I want this, too,” I whispered, looking into his blue eyes. “You.” I swallowed deeply. “I want you.”

Rourke smiled the biggest smile ever, revealing those deep dimples. “Yeah?”

I nodded and leaned into his touch. “Yeah.”

And then, instead of resuming our kiss like I thought he would, he surprised me by stepping around me and catching ahold of the keg I’d been wrestling. “Perks of friendship,” he teased with a wink, lifting it with ease. “Where do you want it?”

“Um, the kitchen, I guess?” I replied with a shake of my head.

“Kitchen it is.” I trailed behind Rourke as he carried the keg into the kitchen, setting it down alongside the table filled with beer and alcohol. “Do you have a pump?” he asked, looking back at me.

I shook my head in confusion. “Like for a bicycle?”

Rourke threw his head back and laughed. “A beer pump.”

“Oh.” My face burned. “No.”

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