Page 15 of Dagger's Property
I can live with that. We’ll take it day by day. And as soon as I can get her in to see someone, it will hopefully become easier to give up.
“Fine. But you better not go chasing Cage down when you do.”
“Fine. I’ll chase Rogue down instead.” She chuckles as she tries to skirt around me and head for the door, but I snag her around the waist and pull her right back.
“Aren’t we going to hug and make up, sis?”
Another big eye roll, but she doesn’t fight me when I pull her into my chest. I squeeze her tight, breathing in her sweet scent. She must smoke cloves because she smells like a pumpkin pie. With a hint of something a little sultrier underneath. That’s Wyn’s signature scent. It’s as tempting as the rest of her.
“You really do piss me off sometimes, you know that?”
Her chin props up on my chest. “The feeling is mutual, brother.”
God, she’s so pretty. Those eyes. Those cheeks. The curve of her lips. It’s like a little bow. The bottom one a bit plumper giving her a cute pout. Damn, they look so soft. Fucking mouthwatering.
Her little tongue draws my attention as it slips out, moistening that lower lip. Fuck, I want a taste.
Shit! I shift my head up. What the hell am I doing? I was an inch away from kissing her. My hand is gripped around her neck, thumb rubbing over her pulse, and it’s racing. Beating so fast against my skin. So is mine. My heart is pounding in my chest. I flick my eyes up to hers, and I’m shocked. They look to be burning with the same need. Her lids are drawn heavy, looking at me like she actually wants me to kiss her.
I pull away, putting some much-needed distance between us. Talk about fucking with her head. I’m supposed to be looking out for her and getting her some help, but here I am about to cross a line. A forbidden line. Hell, I’m a bastard.
“Come on. We better go eat. I’m about to pass out from starvation.”
“Yeah. We should definitely get some food in our systems. My brain needs some glucose and some grease.”
What it looked like she needed was a deep hard fuck. Damn, I need out of this room.
11
Wynter
“Ineed to take care of some shit. You go on to bed, and I’ll be in later.”
He stalks off toward the bar, going straight over to Shayna and takes a seat. She pulls out a glass and pours him a drink. It must be nice being able to chill and shoot the shit with his friend. Meanwhile, I’ve been sent to bed like a little kid. He didn’t even invite me to come and hang out for a bit. Get to know his brothers better.
He gives her a smile, and my stomach twists in a knot. I can’t watch this. I know he said she belonged to Link, but I have yet to see the two of them together. And by the look on the man’s face, I don’t think Link’s a fan of how close she and Vale are either. Instead of heading down the hall to the room, I turn and head out the front door, in need of a smoke.
“I’m shocked that brother of yours let you out of his sight.” That smooth voice is back.
Cage steps up to my side and his presence consumes all the fresh air. There’s something dominant and dark about him. He flicks his lighter, offering it to me before he lights his own. The first inhale is always the best. It goes in deep and slow, and the calm seeps in like a slow breeze against my nerves. I shut my eyes and savor the moment. Feeling a little less panicked for the first time tonight. Ever since the near kiss with Vale, I’ve been on edge. I’m confused as to why he almost kissed me. Then I wonder why he didn’t. I wonder if he even knew what he was doing. He did say he was feeling lightheaded and about to pass out from lack of food.
God, I wanted it. I wanted his lips to press against mine. It was such a strange moment, and it kind of freaked me out.
“Wow. Never seen a brain churn that hard before. What you thinkin’ about?”
I take another drag, releasing it slow, trying to come up with an answer to that question.
“Just wondering why life has to be so complicated.”
“It doesn’t have to be. It can be pretty simple. But you have to be willing to let the past go.”
And what if you can’t do that?
“But what if the past haunts you? How do you let it go if you can’t forget?”
Maybe if I suffered from amnesia, life would be easier, but every memory is burned in deep and it never eases up.
He takes another drag, looking thoughtful. Blowing it out slowly before he answers.
