Page 140 of The Broken Note

Descending sharply, I crush her mouth with mine in a punishing kiss that makes my fingers tremble. Her lush lips part, fitting perfectly against my harsh caress. I suck on her bottom lip and then bite down, swiping my tongue over the places I nip.

“Get a room!” Zane boos.

I ease back, ignoring my brother’s hoots and Sol’s screwed-up gaze.

“Do you know how freaking sexy you looked going after Harris?” I growl. Her ripe mouth parts in surprise. “I almost took you against his desk.”

“Dutch.” Cadey gasps. The tips of her ears look like I held a flame to them.

Ripping my eyes away from Cadence, I snap at Sol. “You shouldn’t have held her back.”

Sol’s jaw works. “Harris is the type to call the cops and play the victim. Cadence didn’t need that kind of heat.”

I study him. See that he’s sincere.

He was protecting her.

Fine.

As long as he doesn’t cross the line, I don’t have a problem.

“What are you doing in here?” I ask Cadey as quietly as I can.

She opens her mouth.

Finn talks first. “Cadence was waiting on you before she called Serena and broke the good news.”

I glance over at my brother. Finn is plucking his bass guitar. The instrument is nestled in his lap like a lover. He has one arm draped over the body and another tight around the neck.

“I thought, since The Kings were involved one way or another, you should be around when I tell her.” Her voice is slightly breathless. Shaking. The red flush climbing up her neck is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

“You were waiting for me, darling?”

“Call me darling again and I’ll key the word all over your car,” she growls, eyes narrowing.

I smile because she’s poison and she’s beautiful and I want to tear her out of that skirt so badly that my hands ache.

“Are we calling or would you two like to eye-bang for a while longer?” Zane gestures between the two of us.

Sol glances away.

“Ladies’ choice.” I drift my fingers in Cadence’s direction.

She clears her throat and tosses her hair over her shoulder. “I’m calling now.”

I take the seat beside her. While the line rings, I feel around for the bottle opener. Sol flips the tool into my lap.

My eyes swerve to him.

He nods.

For a moment, it feels like I have my friend back. But then he looks at Cadence and his gaze changes to this soft, yearning thing.

I stiffen again.

The line clicks.

“Hello?” Serena’s voice is feeble and tired.

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