Page 48 of Unmask
KAYLOR
Brock’s eyes locked on me first before glaring at Kreed still in my bed, smirking smugly with his hands resting suspiciously near my thighs. Kreed had the nerve to look unapologetic, his chin lifting as he met Brock’s glare head-on, testosterone flooding the room.
I smacked Kreed’s hand off me. “Brock—” I started, sitting up straighter, yanking the blanket up with me. Thank God, I still had my clothes on and we hadn’t been… I didn’t want to even think about Brock walking in my room in the middle of Kreed and me having sex.
“Get your hands off my cousin,” Brock thundered at Kreed, low and loaded with enough steel to make even Kreed flinch.
Oh hell.I hadn’t even had coffee, and already we were diving headfirst into a brawl. I shot Kreed a look that screamed don’t. Don’t get cocky. Don’t provoke him. Do. Not. Start.
But Kreed’s smirk deepened like the damn devil’s son he was.
Before either of them could say something they’d regret or throw punches, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up between them, holding up both hands like ahuman peace treaty. “Okay,” I said, voice firm, grateful that the oversized tee I wore hung mid-thigh and Kreed hadn’t gotten the chance to remove it. “Everybody, calm down. No one’s dying this morning. Not before breakfast.”
Neither of them looked away from each other, like two lions circling the same damn territory. The air between them practically vibrated with tension as they waited for the other to make the first strike.
“Brock, nothing happened,” I lied. Or maybe it was half true. “I swear I was about to tell him to stop.”
“Liar,” Kreed muttered under his breath but not so quietly that Brock hadn’t heard.
Brock’s eyes flicked to mine. “Why is he here?”
I hated disappointing him. “It’s a long story, but he was just leaving,” I gritted, throwing a glare over my shoulder at Kreed.
The bastard didn’t budge.
“Bullshit,” Brock hissed, glaring harder.
“He’s right,” Kreed muttered behind me. “I was definitely not?—”
I turned and shot him a look sharp enough to draw blood.
“—leaving,” he finished anyway, unfazed. “I told you. I’m not leaving you alone. Not in this house. Not at school. Nowhere.”
I groaned, dragging a hand through my hair. “Oh, for fuck’s sake. Can we not do this right now?”
Brock took a threatening step forward. “Get dressed.” His glower shifted to Kreed. “Andyou, get out of her bed.”
“Brock,” I said louder this time, planting a hand against his chest to stop him from charging. “I’m okay. There’s no reason to make this into something bigger than it is. We just slept. That’s it.”
He finally looked at me. Really looked. Some of the tension bled out of his shoulders but not enough. “That’s not what itlooked like,” he said roughly. “And trust me, I know what he was thinking.”
Fuck. Why me?
Now was definitely not the time to admit I’d kissed Kreed first. I sighed, tugging at the hem of my shirt, feeling the heat crawl up my neck. “It doesn’t matter. He didn’t force me into anything.”
Kreed let out a dry chuckle behind me, the twinkle of his nose ring mocking me. “Don’t defend me. It’s cute but unnecessary.”
“I’m not defending you. I’m trying to stop you from getting a punctured lung or a cracked rib,” I hissed out the side of my mouth.
Kreed moved to the edge of the bed, dragging his gaze up and down Brock’s frame. “You don’t think I could take him?”
“I don’t want to find out,” I retorted.
“I’ve always wondered if I could,” Kreed said, eyes gleaming now with the glint of a challenge.
“I’m game.” Brock cracked his knuckles, shoulders rolling like he was warming up. “Trust me, I’ve been dreaming of getting my hands on you.”
Kreed tipped his head. “Usually, it’s the girls who say shit like that to me, but hey—I’m flattered.”
