Page 52 of Endgame

None.“One you won’t win,” I shot back, eyes locked on his. “Finished with your condom already?” I cocked a brow. “I’m disappointed, Rourke.” Shrugging, I added, “I thought you’d last longer than ten minutes.”

“Do you think you’re cute?” He prowled towards me, his expression hard, eyes dark and heated. Instinctively, I took a step away from Rourke and the anger emanating from him.

“Rourke…” Daryl started as he moved to step between us.

“Stay the hell out of this, D,” Rourke hissed, swatting his hand away, his attention locked on me. He didn’t stop walking until he was flush against me. “Standing around here with your tits on full display and flirting with my goddamn teammates?”

Steeling my spine, I looked up at the broody prick who had been making my life a living hell and hissed, “I wasn’t flirting with anyone and my tits are not on display, asshole.”

“I can see your nipples,” he shot back angrily, caging me in with his huge frame. “Poking out from under that piece of cloth you call a shirt.”

“Fuck you, Rourke,” I spat about two seconds before my back hit the wall behind me.

“Damn fucking straight, ”he snarled, stepping into my personal space.

“What?”

“Don’t even think about fucking my teammates, Six.” He pinned me to the wall, surrounding me with his huge frame. “I aint messing around here, girl.”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do, Rourke,” I breathed, heart hammering in my chest, as I stared into his furious, beautiful face.

“You’re not for them, Six.” His breath fanned my skin and he lowered his face to mine so that we were eye to eye. “So, say goodnight to the boys and walk your pussy back up that staircase – where it’s safe.” He stared hard at me for a long moment before abruptly turning around and walking back to his friends.

If Rourke expected me to react like every other girl in Ocean Bay who obviously fell over him and did as he asked then he was going to be disappointed.

Bastard.

Throwing back what was left of my beer, I walked straight over to where he was standing with his friends. Grabbing the guy closest to me, which just so happened to be Mason, I bunched his shirt in my fist and dragged his face down to mine.

The moment our lips met, Mason’s arms came around me, his lips controlling the kiss with his obvious experience. Ignoring the sound of cheering and wolf whistling around me, I allowed Mason to kiss me deeply and I did it with my eyes locked on Rourke’s furious expression the entire time.

“No one tells me what to do,” I said, panting, when I broke the kiss, eyes still locked on my stepbrother. “You got that?” I wasn’t sure what I was expecting him to do, but clapping certainly wasn’t one of them.

“Thank you,” Rourke hissed. “For proving to me you are every inch your mother’s daughter.” Lifting a hand, he gestured towards Mason. “You wanna fuck him, Six? Go for it. In fact, fuck the whole damn team while you’re at it. I’mout.”

“You’re out?” I gaped at him. When was he in? “You’re crazy, Rourke.”

Rourke didn’t answer me.

He just turned and walked off.

“Ignore him,” Daryl said, coming to stand beside me as we watched Rourke stalk out. “Boy’s got issues.”

“Yeah,” I choked out. I was beginning to gather that.

Rourke

SIX KISSED MASON.

She mother fucking kissed him. Right in front of my goddamn face. Anger? I’d never fucking registered the emotion before this moment. But right now, it was all I could feel. I was seeing red and it was taking every ounce of my self-control not to lose it and kick the shit out of one of my oldest friends.

Dammit, I felt like setting the damn house on fire and burning every fucking room to the ground. I wanted to eliminate every slither of evidence that held the memory of my stepsister kissing my friend. I knew I wasn’t being rational. Hell, Daryl had told me as much, but I didn’t fucking care. He didn’t get to do that; he didn’t get to touch her. She was… She wasn’t for him.

Furious, I stalked out back and paced the patio.

“You need to calm down,” Daryl instructed, following me outside.

“I’m gonna kill him,” I snarled, making a move to go back inside.

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