Page 75 of Furious
I don’t know if I can ever choose between you.
Zara’s earlier words echo in my head and for a second, I consider it. If Lev and Chance loved her as much as I do, would it be so bad to leave things the way they are?
I look at my stepsister, peacefully asleep by my side. She’s so fucking beautiful with her dark hair fanned out on the pillow and her pink lips slightly parted.
Could I really share her with my brother and my best friend? Possessiveness surges through me.
No. One thing is working with them to protect her from a lowlife like Calvin Fox; watching her kissing one of them, imagining her in their beds, naked… that’s a totally different story. I’m so fucking jealous that I’m gonna have to fight the urge not to punch Lev in the face when I see him later.
Besides, Dad already has a huge problem with the idea of seeing me or Chance dating Zara. I don’t even want to imagine how he would react if he knew the truth.
“Ares?” Zara mumbles, without even opening her eyes. “Are you watching me sleep again?”
“Maybe.” I chuckle.
She grabs my arm, pulling me closer. “Weirdo.”
“Don’t knock it until you try it. If you saw how hot you look, all peaceful and cozy, you’d understand.”
“Whatever.” She pulls me even closer, but stops just shy of kissing me. “Wait, what time is it?”
I look at the digital clock on my nightstand. “Almost eight.”
“Aww,” she complains. “Why didn’t you wake me up earlier? We’ll have to go to Lev’s very soon, before we risk bumping into too many people we know on the way home.”
“I know. But you looked so peaceful. I didn’t want to wake you until I really had to.”
That explanation does nothing to appease her.
“Yeah, but I had plans.” Her hand leaves my arm, traveling down my chest.
“What kind of plans?” I ask when her hand keeps sliding down to my stomach.
Zara nips at my bottom lip. “I don’t know when we’re going to be able to do this again, so I wanted to make love to you one more time this morning.”
I really like how she says “make love” rather than fucking or something like that.
“I’m sorry. All we really have time for is a quickie.”
She perks up, wrapping her fingers around the base of my half mast dick. “I can be quick. Especially if you do that grinding thing with your hips.”
I arch one eyebrow, fighting to keep my tone serious. “Really? You want to have a quickie?”
She tugs her fist up and down my shaft, and I’m fully hard in no time at all. “Please, Ares? I need one for the road.”
I swear this woman is going to be the death of me. But there’s no way I would ever pass up the opportunity to show Zara how much I care.
We drive to Lev’s house in silence.
The vibe in the car isn’t tense, but it isn’t happy either. Zara is looking out of the window, her expression serious and withdrawn.
“Princess, what’s up?” I ask as I pull into Lev’s driveway. “Did I say or do anything wrong?”
She shakes her head, taking my hand and lacing her fingers through mine. “No, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just hitting me hard that you’re always working and I have all my classes and God knows when we’re going to be able to spendanother night together. I’m still in your car and I already miss you.”
I shouldn’t like that she’s sad, and I don’t. But it’s nice to know that I’m not the only one who feels this way.
“Look, I took the whole week off. I have a few things I need to do, but we can find some time. Maybe not a whole night, but we can find somewhere to spend one-on-one time when you don’t have class. I can ask Lev if he can help us again. And if I have to, I’ll invite myself to dinner at home. I don’t care if I have to pretend that I don’t want to kiss you breathless. I’ll play the part our parents want me to play for the sake of seeing you.”
