Page 59 of Crash
“Nup. That stuff tastes like tar.” Couldn’t stand it.
Filling a cup almost to the brim, she turned to me. “I’ll see you later?”
“For sure.” I leaned down and paused, silently asking permission to plant a kiss on her, but to my surprise, she stood up on her tiptoes and planted one on me. That one little movement told me a great deal about how she felt about us, and all the right places started to throb.
“Later,” she murmured and darted around me.
“What’s that about?” Bobby asked with a sly wink.
I grunted as Violet disappeared with her coffee. “We’re gettin’ to know each other.”
“Right.”
He didn’t sound convinced, but I didn’t give a shit what Bobby thought. All I cared about was if Violet was happy. I guess that meant I was a goner.
Walking out into the gym, I almost smacked into Andrea. Shit, she was the last person I wanted to talk to with Ash watching me like a creepy fucker.
She ran her fingers through her blonde hair and smiled. “You and Viola, huh?”
“Violet,” I corrected her sharply.
She shifted from foot to foot, flicking her long ponytail back over her shoulder.
“Is there something you need?” I asked, glancing across the mats to where Ash was talking animatedly with Cole and Ryan.
She looked me up and down and shook her head. “Not right now.”
Without replying, I stepped around her and went over to join the boys on the mats. Last thing I wanted was a chick like her screwing with Vee… Shit, last thing webothneeded was that stupid mistake coming back to haunt us.
I felt her gaze burning a hole into my back as I walked away, and I hoped that would be the last I heard from her.
Twenty-Four
Violet
I sat at the desk, curling my hands around my coffee mug, and sighed.
I was buzzing all over. Was this how it really felt to be cared for by a man? If it was, then all those books on my shelves at home didn’t do it justice. Glancing at the computer, I couldn’t focus on the stream of emails that had come in overnight. My mind kept going back to Lincoln stripping off in front of me and coaxing me into bed. He’d said that I had to get used to him.His body, his touch…all of it.
Lying there, wrapped around him…shit. It felt so good. My fear was dissolving, and it was so freeing.
There was a knock at the door, and a second later, Ren appeared in the office. She was in her usual get up—black shorts and a Pulse T-shirt, her feet done up in a pair of trainers and her hair slicked back into a tight ponytail. But that was Ren, totally fit and beautiful.A perfect match for my brother in more ways than I wanted to know.
“You look bright-eyed and bushy-tailed,” she declared, looking the same herself, but then again, she was always trying to burn energy off. “Does it have anything to do with a beefcake twin by any chance?”
Flushing a million shades of red, I sat up straight and blurted, “We didn’t…you know, if that’s what you mean.”
She laughed. “Not what I meant, but if it works.”
“Ren,” I complained as she leaned against the desk.
“So?” She stared down at me expectantly, waiting for me to dish the dirt.
“He’s…” I smiled to myself.
“Like that, huh?”
“Yeah.”
